Page 73 of Weathering The Storm

“Do you love getting as much as you love giving?” He kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other. The sensation heightened by the contrast between his prickly beard and softlips. He grabs the backs of my knees and folds my legs against my ribs. Spreading me for him.

I reach down, winding a hand in his hair. “Find out.”

Giving. That would’ve been my honest answer. But then Nick licks a hard, slow stripe from my hole, up the seam of my sac, along the underside of my cock. Swirling his tongue over my pre-cum slicked head like it’s the last spoonful of his favorite dessert.Moaningagainst my skin just from tasting me, or maybe from the sounds I’m making as I hold tight to that fistful of wet blond hair.

There’s no choosing what I love more between watching Nick soften for me, becoming wanton and pliant and gratified, and watching himhardenfor me. Pouring his hunger for me into every touch, every kiss. Captaining my body with the same level of perfectionism and attention to detail that he captains vessels made of steel and fiberglass rather than flesh and blood.

“I’ve never done this either,” Nick admits, taking another languid lick before teasing my hole in a way that would make him sound like a liar if not for the shy tone of his voice.

“Stick with me, Captain. You’ll do fuckingeverything.”

I’m pretty sure I have another first in store for him, but I wait. I wait until he finds his rhythm licking me, stroking me, palming me. Slathering me with lube and testing. A slip of his tongue, a press of his fingers. A push. One finger filling me, curling, and then two.

I wait until we’re both so into it, I’m worried my parents will hear us from the other side of the lodge, because I can’t keep quiet to save my life when he feels this good.

I wait until I’m on the brink of losing my fucking mind before I feel for the small remote I left on the floor, and I find the power button.

“Ahh,fuck,” Nick groans as the vibration kicks in. His shoulder muscles bunch up, one hand squeezing my thigh hard enough to bruise and the other freezing up at the base of my cock.

I suck a breath through my teeth, and it comes out as a puff of laughter as I run a hand down his cheek. Brush a thumb over his spit-slicked lower lip.

“Glad you’re amused, Rit,” he says. “I hope you’re ready for me, too. ‘Cause now you’re getting fucked.”

One moment, my knees are bent back against my chest, he’s knuckle deep in my ass, and his face is twisted into a grimace of pleasure. The next, my legs are tossed over his shoulders and his cock is forcing its way inside me.

It’s been a while, but I remember the initial burn. The stretch. This pleasure, though, is unlike anything I knew before.

Despite the vehemence of his threat, he takes it slow and steady. Making sure I feel every inch, and that Ilovewhat I feel. His lips crash down on mine. His tongue claiming my mouth and muffling our moans as he pushes forward. His hips grind against my ass, and my fingers turn into claws around them.

I’m panting as he pulls back and bottoms out once more.

“I’ve definitely”—he breathes against my lips—“never done this raw.”

That word, alone, intensifies the friction of skin against skin with his next thrust. Raw. Not a single layer, a single undisclosed emotion, between us.

“Mm. A first for both of us.” I rock my hips to meet him, groaning as he fills me completely.

“I missed how loud you are when no one’s around.”

He nips at my lower lip as he begins to move in earnest. Setting a steady, time-bending pace. Slow enough that I can feel every inch of him pumping in and out of me. Fast enough that my heart is fuckingpoundingand my cock is throbbing against his stomach.

I slide my hands down his back, gripping his solid ass. Feeling it flex as he moves inside me. A little further, a little further… my fingertips find silicone. I press down.

Nick gasps.

“Yeah?” I leave my hand right where it is. Putting pressure on the plug every time his hips roll back. “Did this to myself so many times, imagining it was you inside me. Wasn’t even close. You feelsogood.”

Hegrindsagainst my ass. Keeping us as close as we can possibly be. “You’re—you—” Whatever he was going to say, it disappears as I keep nudging the plug with my fingers. Fucking him with subtle motions the same wayhe’sfuckingme.“Seth.”

“Ohfuck. Touch me, please. Please touch my cock. Wanna feel you everywhere.”

I whimper as he withdraws entirely, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. Right there on the floor—the pelt damp from our sweat.

He’s right about how loud I am, that’s for sure. I’m so desperate for more of him that I moan at the sensation of his thighs aligning with mine. The friction of his leg hair. The way his muscles flex as he bows over me, his chest to my back, and grabs my cock. Stroking down with the next stretch of him filling me.

“I love you.” I reach back and grip his neck, my breaths escaping in harsh grunts against his lips. “So much, baby. I love you so much.”

Nick hunches over, pressing us closer together to kiss me deeply and whisper in my ear. “I love you.”