“Fuck you,” he said in a huff and threw himself back onto his pillows.
I knew he wasn’t actually angry with me, so I didn’t bother apologizing this time. “Nick?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I love we can laugh in bed. I mean—oh, you know what I mean. It’s nice to feel this comfortable with someone. You make me feel good.”
“Baby, I love that too. You are this beautiful combination of sweet and sexy, gentle and strong, all wrapped up in…” He waved his hand in my general direction. “Well, all of that.”
“That?” I asked, possibly fishing a little
“You really don’t need me to tell you how hot you are, but I am happy to do so. You, my sweet, sweet man, are hot as fuck. You are tall, dark, and handsome, and your eyes are mesmerizing. Your chest and arms make me drool. God, the hair on your chest! Every bloody thing about you…” My cock jumped a little—perhaps cheering in enthusiasm; I wasn’t sure—but Nick noticed. “And yes, your cock is gorgeous too.”
And just like that, we had gone from laughing at each other back to heat. I swear to God, when he was aroused, the blue of his eyes almost glowed.
“Grab your cock,” he ordered.
I held it firmly, unsure if I should move without him telling me to.
“Good boy,” he said warmly. and I groaned. That shouldn’t have done anything to me. “Now stroke slowly… A little bit harder… that’s it, baby.”
Nick reached off screen for a moment. Then I heard the familiar click of the lid of a lube bottle, and my breath caught as he poured some on his hand. He grabbed his own dick and coated it before stroking in time with me.
When he told me, I grabbed the lube, but then I needed to move around on the bed as he directed where he wanted me to lay. Once I looked at my laptop again, I realised what he was doing.
“Move your knees apart, love. I want to see you.” It felt a bit awkward, but then his voice lowered as he told me again, and my knees moved on their own.
His hand stopped as he squeezed his dick. “Open yourself up, baby. But slowly. One finger at a time. Do you have your dildo where you can reach it?”
I pulled the dildo closer to me, then did as I was told. While I watched his hand, I ran one lubed finger around the rim. I was almost hypnotized by his movement, but I was too horny to appreciate the humour anymore. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed one finger inside. I was already so desperate that it slid in easily as my legs fell further apart. Nick’s hand sped up a little, and I heard the occasional muffled curse. I brushed lightly over my prostate, not wanting to push myself too far but to enjoy every moment.
I pulled my finger out reluctantly, and as I pushed two fingers in, Nick’s hand faltered. He fumbled off screen for a second before he sat back with a Fleshlight in his hands.
Jesus Christ. The man is going to give me a stroke.
I watched him slowly lowered the toy onto his cock, moaning as it sank to his base. His movements started small, his face relaxed but flushed, the desire clear. He watched my fingers intently. My breathing had quickened, and as much as I wanted this to last, I knew I wasn’t going to. He planted his feet on the bed, and his hips thrust up into the Fleshlight. Wanting it rougher now, I shoved two fingers in, tilting my hips to get as deep as I could, and as my fingers glided across my prostate, my movements faltered. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched him.
As he got close, his other hand reached up to pinch his nipple, and I grabbed my cock. Two hard strokes later and my head fell back as I shouted his name, cum spilling across my stomach. My muscles spasmed, contracting around my fingers, and through my haze, I heard him curse and shout my name. Knowing he was coming too kept my orgasm going, squeezing the last drop of cum from me. I pulled my fingers free and lay completely boneless: my chest heaving, my body completely spent, and my mind blissfully floating.
What I assumed was a few minutes later, Nick moaned, and I realised I was still laying with my legs splayed to the side, my hole on display for the camera. With great effort, I rolled to the side, shifting a pillow so I could still see him. He pouted and whined, “Hey, I was watching that,” as though I had changed the channel on the TV. I smiled slightly, still too blissed out to even use my facial muscles.
“I didn’t even get to the dildo,” I complained.
“Next time.”
“I miss having you here,” I said softly
“Me too, baby,” was the last thing I heard when I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty
The next week was filled with monotonous routine work, as well as trying to work out how to locate Aimee and Bailey Short. A new media release looking for information regarding their whereabouts was released. Ian appeared on the news and all the morning talk shows, this time acknowledging we believed they were victims of a crime. He emphasized how we wanted to locate them to ensure their safety and that they were not in any trouble for running from danger. We couldn’t name their uncle, as he hadn’t been charged yet, even though he admitted what he called a consensual sexual relationship for a couple of years.
I hadn’t spoken to Nick for a couple of days, and I felt restless. Tim decided we should go for a drink after work, and as much as I was tempted to find an excuse to skip, I was glad I hadn’t. We needed to spend time together to get past the shadows of my past and find our rhythm again. I talked to him about work, and he gave me some more advice on the possible mindset of an abused teenager. Being able to talk to someone looking at it purely from the victim’s view was nice, without all the other factors.
When we left the bar, we walked towards the bus stop. I heard some raised voices and then, above it all, “Lube Boy!”
I put my head down and pretended I couldn’t hear.
“Luuuuube Boooooy!”
Tim paused his steps and looked at me. “Umm, is that a friend of yours?” he asked with a smirk.
“No. No idea who that is or who he is talking to.”
“Ky Humphrey Albert Horatio Rixon, stop right there!”
Despite the made-up middle names, or perhaps because of them, I stopped and turned around, sighing loudly to show my immense displeasure. “Gee, Eric, how delightful to see you. Always a pleasure.”
Amused, Tim looked on as Eric engulfed me in a huge hug. When Eric broke it, he stepped back and turned to Tim. “And you are?” He said it playfully with a huge smile on his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and he appeared to be assessing Tim.
I rolled my eyes. “Eric, this is Tim, my stepdad. Tim, this is Eric, Nick’s best friend.”
Tim smiled and chatted to Eric for a moment. Eric turned to me and said, “So I can’t believe they are still stuffing Nicholas around. It’s ridiculous.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Well, with what he said yesterday, I just figure there is no way to get it wrapped up quickly. God knows I’m not packing his apartment for him. The removalists can work out if Fleshlights and cock rings go in the same box as flavoured lube. I mean, if it’s edible, does that count as food stuff? Because generally they won’t store that.”
Tim was trying to politely cover his mouth and pretend he wasn’t laughing.