Page 83 of Weathering The Storm

His thumbs travel along the lines of my hip bones. Caressing, digging in. Following them down to the creases of my thighs and reaching underneath to cup my balls. He moans as loudly as I do. As if the weight filling his palm in any way compares to the pleasure that sizzles up my spine as he softly rolls them in his hand.

“Suck those too, Captain. Need your mouth. Everywhere.” My breathing is ragged. Full sentences are hard. I’m not thinking in them—I’m thinking in single words.

Hot. Wet. Sexy. Perfect. More. Fuck.

Yes.

Then Nick kisses his way down my shaft and his lips slide over my sac, and he’s fuckingmaking outwith me.There. Dragging in deep inhales of my skin and groaning every time the sensation of his tongue makes my balls tighten and my cock jump.

He draws one into his mouth, then the other. Roving back and forth with increasingly needy suction until my balls are aching and there’s a trail of pre-cum dripping down my crown that he quickly chases with his tongue.

“Fuck.” I grab his hair in a fist, heart lurching at the sight of him between my knees. Mouth pink and wrecked and eyes glazed over with lust. Suddenly, my mouth tingles. Pools with saliva. I’m too bare and too empty. Too light without his weight on top of me. “Come here. Come fuck my face.”

Nick swallows. And then those words, those goddamned words Idemanded, latch into my chest like a hook andpull. “Yes, sir.”

He gets to his feet, and I sit up, swatting his hands away when they go to the hem of his shirt. “You did mine. It’s only fair.”

My knees hug his hips. My hands delve under the hem of both shirts to spread over warm skin. I pull his sweater over his head first, leaning in to kiss his neck as I explore the planes of muscle beneath his base layer.

I pop the button on his jeans. Sliding my hand from his abs down to his cock and circling the base where he’s the thickest.

He gasps, thrusting into my grip.

Yeah. There’s something nice about being the one to get him out of all these layers.

I work my other hand down the back of his pants. Sliding beneath denim and elastic until I find tight, bare skin stretched over the round muscle of his glutes. But I’m teasing myself as much as I’m teasing him. Teasing my empty mouth with the way his body fills my palms.

I reach down and grab the back of his knee, propping his foot up on the edge of the berth so I can unlace his boot. Right, then left. His pants make it into the pile on the ground, then both base layers.

“You’re so sexy.” I bring him down on top of me, sighing in relief as he straddles my hips, his cock rubbing against mine. I brush my thumb over his birthmark, then kiss it. “I love this. First time I saw it, I thought it looked like Kodiak Island.”

Nick smiles shyly. “I used to be insecure about it. It was bigger when I was a kid. Darker. Or maybe that’s because the rest of me was smaller and paler.”

“You’re still pretty pale.” I smile, nipping his lower lip. “But I love that, too. Love how red you get for me when I touch you and tease you. Know where else you get red for me?”

He gasps as I tweak both of his nipples. Alternating between pinching and rubbing. Bringing them to flushed, hardened beads before I circle them with tongue.

“Here.” I catch one nipple between my teeth, nibbling. Then the other. “And here.”

I hook my hands behind his thighs, hoisting him up to my face. His erection bumps my chin, but I take in every detail of hisbody—strong things pinning my chest, hands stroking my face—before I pay his cock the attention it deserves.

“And right here.” I rub my mouth over his head, pre-cum smearing over my lips. “You get nice and red when you’re hard and fucking throbbing for me.”

I open my mouth for him, pulling him forward. His hands fly out to catch himself, slapping the sloped walls of the bow. His body weight comes down on my chest, and his knees hug my shoulders tight as he sinks into my mouth. Cursing and breathing heavy while my own breaths grow blissfully shallow and labored.

I run my hands up, kneading his ass to encourage him to take more. To take what he needs from my mouth, because what I need is to choke on his cock. What I need is the taste of his cum and the smell of his skin surrounding me—his legs, all strong muscle and light curly hair, pinning me down while he fucks those soft little groans out of himself.

I push him all the way, moaning as the tip of his dick slams into the back of my throat and he cries out. Legs twitching and shaking until he loses control and starts to move.

I stare up at him, mouth stuffed full of his cock, and watch the shadows play over his body as it flexes with his movements. Arms taut as he holds himself up on the smooth walls. Chest and abs bunching as he thrusts into the back of my throat over and over again.

One of my hands flies out to the side. Searching for the bottle of lube stuffed somewhere around here, buried beneath blankets and wedged between cushions. I flick the cap open when I findit. Drizzling a line down his crack and letting out another choked sound of pleasure as I watch his eyelids flutter shut. His head falls back in anticipation of me touching him. Stretching his ass for me.

I start feeling impatient as soon as I reach between his legs and run a finger along his seam, finding his hole already relaxed as I coat it with lube. One finger fills him with ease, his beautiful face twisting up in pleasure. The next one is a little more of a stretch. I have to rub him just right. Work him in shallow thrusts, until his hips jerk violently enough that he forces his ass back onto me. Forces those tight rings of muscle to open for everything I want to give him.

“Seth,” he grunts, fucking my mouth faster now. Punchy, needy strokes every time I plunge my fingers inside him to get him ready for my cock. “That’s good, that’s so good,” he mumbles over and over again. “I want you. Want you so bad…”

A steady leak of pre-cum dribbles down my throat while I finger him, stroking his prostate to see how loud I can get him to moan my name. How rough I can get him to use my mouth. And when that stream threatens to burst into a flood, I push him back. Sinking my fingers knuckle-deep in his ass and leaving them there while he groans at the loss of sensation.