Page 178 of The Storm

“Don’t move,” he says.

“But—”

I swallow whatever I was about to say when he drags his tongue from the root of my dick to the tip, swiping up the precum.

“Don’t move,” he says again.

I keep still, splayed out for him, watching as he puts the skillet down and sprinkles some chopped herbs on top. My stomach rumbles, which seems impossible because how? He moves around, setting the table. I remain on the counter, mostly naked, cock hard against my abdomen.

He puts plates on the table. Forks. Knives. Glasses of water.

I blow out a breath. My body’s calmed down a bit. I’m not right on the edge like I was a few minutes ago.

Nick chooses that moment to drop to his knees on the floor. Before my brain can even compute what’s happening, my cock is in his mouth, and he’ssuckingit. I push myself up to a sitting position, back pin straight, eyes wide as I look down.

The head of my cock is in his mouth. His eyes are on me.

He sinks lower, taking me deep, until his mouth is full of me.

He cups my balls, still sucking me with long, deep strokes of his mouth.

“Nick,” I gasp. My fingers go to his hair. He doesn’t slow down. The pull of his mouth only grows more intense as he sucks me off with the determination of a man on a mission. His fingers sink into my ass cheeks, then he pulls off my cock and nuzzles my balls. My dick is spit-slick, skin glistening in the morning sunshine.

He kneads my ass cheeks so hard he’ll leave marks. I need those. I want to look at my ass tomorrow and see the reminders that this day happened.

“I want to eat you out,” he says, voice all gravel. “I’ve dreamed about it. I want to finger you, I want to fuck you, I want to fucking live inside you, Blue.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” I pant.

He cups my balls in reply and sucks me into his mouth again.

I won’t last. I’ve been teased to within an inch of my life. There’s no way I’m going to last.

His fingertips graze the underside of my balls, pressing down on the sensitive spot just behind them.

“Yes,” I moan. “Nick. Fuck.”

He takes me even deeper. His hold on my balls tightens. It’s almost painful, straddling the edge between pleasure and pain in the way only Nick knows how to balance perfectly.

My hips jerk forward.

I empty my balls into his mouth in thick, long spurts of cum. He sucks me to the pulsating rhythm of my cock in his mouth until I can only see sparks in front of my eyes.

He sucks me until my body goes lax. He sucks me until my cock softens in his mouth.

Finally, his forehead falls against my thigh, and he blows out a shaky, tense breath.

“Fuck, Blue,” he says hoarsely. “I’ve missed your taste.” He buries his nose against my balls and inhales. “And your smell. I fucking missed it so much.”

I draw in a shuddering inhale. I feel too vulnerable.

“Then why did you leave?” The question falls from my lips, unbidden.

He stills. My fingers clutch his hair, and I pull his head up, forcing him to look at me.

“You’re breaking your own rules, Blue,” he says.

I press my lips together and look away for a moment before I meet his gaze again.