“Now be a good boy and stay there while I shower.”
I tried to moan out a protest but couldn’t. It felt like every part of my body was on edge.
“So impatient, baby.”
My jaw clenched, my fists grabbed the sheets, and every movement of my hips increased the stimulation. I tried to lay still. I tried so damn hard. Blood was rushing in my ears, but no matter what else was going on, my entire body was still in tune with wherever Nick was. I heard the water come on; I heard the zip on his pants opening; I heard clothes drop to the floor. I thought it couldn’t get any worse. Or any better.
And then he moaned. “God, this water feels so damn good, Ky.”
I was on the edge of losing it. I couldn’t think or even breathe. I groaned, loud enough for him to hear as the water turned off. And then his voice was closer. It wasn’t difficult to guess when he saw me. The sudden intake of breath at the same time his steps betrayed him. I gave my arse a little wiggle.
“Mmm,” he moaned.
God, that voice. How did that voice hit me every damn time?
“Please, fuck, Nick, please,” I begged. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded anymore—I was desperate. It was too much. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, those hands, those warm hands, were gently on my arse separating my cheeks. And then his tongue, wet and warm, ran from behind my balls up to the base of the plug and traced lazy warm wet circles around it. I opened my mouth to beg one last time, but I couldn’t. No words came out, only a soft desperate sob.
“Shhh, love, okay, no more waiting. I’m sorry. I’m going to look after you.”
Slowly, so slowly the butt plug slipped free. I was expecting, praying for his fingers, but then I was enveloped in Nick’s warmth, Nick’s smell, Nick’s heat as his cock pushed inside. My whole body heaved a sigh of relief, and I could finally breathe again as I felt him fill me slowly, completely. We both moaned while he paused as deep in me as he could get. He rocked slowly a few times, before quickening the pace. I knew I wasn’t going to last, but from the sounds of his breathing, neither was Nick. And that was okay—we had plenty of time.
Less than two minutes later, we lay completely sated, our breaths heaving as we tried to recover for round two.
I pulled Nick into my chest, and he nuzzled into me and sighed. “Welcome home, Nick.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Christmas Day
It was one of those dreams that felt so good. Nick and I were laying on a beach, and he was murmuring into my ear. The beach was crowded, but Nick didn’t seem to care as he kissed his way down my naked body. I had no idea why I was completely naked at the beach, but with Nick’s mouth moving in the direction it was going, I wasn’t going to question it. His mouth trailed lazily down my chest and stomach, kissing and licking its way to my dick, who was very interested in saying hello.
“Nick,” I moaned.
It took me a moment to realise I wasn’t on the beach but lying in bed, the sun streaming through the window with Nick’s tongue trailing down my chest.
He kissed my stomach. “Merry.” And he kissed my hip. “Christmas.” And he kissed my thigh. “My.” And he kissed the tip of my dick. “Love.”
Holy fuck.
“Ugghh.”
He chuckled lightly and sucked the head of my dick into his mouth, running his tongue around the head. Back arching, I was encased in his sweet warmth. It only took a minute or two before I was tapping his shoulder to warn him, and he sucked me down as far as he could just as my muscles tensed and I shot down the back of his throat.
My brain was still offline when I felt his head lay on my chest. I blinked and looked down to see his messy blonde hair. His hand drew shapes on my chest.
I kissed the top of his head. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
He looked up at me, sleepily. “I love you, Ky. I was telling you that every time I called you love in a text or on the phone, but I wanted to say it in person the first time. I love you. You have no idea what a gift you have given me this year.”
My chest squeezed, and my whole body felt warm. I knew he loved me without him saying it, but hearing it still took my breath away.
I squeezed him gently. In a husky voice heavy with emotion, I whispered back, “I love you too, Nick. So fucking much.”
I held him for a few minutes as I collected my thoughts. “Nick, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking while you’ve been away.” I felt him tense and kissed the top of his head, hoping that reassured him. “I, umm. I know I overreact to things sometimes, and I know it probably feels like I don’t trust you.”
Nick pulled back so he could look me in the eyes as I talked. He didn’t interrupt, only watched me.
“I need you to know I do trust you. I talked to Ant, and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and… well, I got a referral from Tim. I’ve been seeing a therapist.” I spat the last part out in a rush. I paused, unsure how he’d react. In theory, I knew there was nothing wrong with admitting you needed help. And I would never think any less of anyone else seeing a therapist, but saying it out loud still felt like a big deal. Asking Tim if he knew anyone I could talk to had been really hard, and I had taken a week after my talk with Ant to build up courage.
I should have known better. Tim only smiled, sent me the contact details of a young therapist he thought I would work well with, and then told me he was proud of me. That’s the last I heard of it from Tim. He had been right. The guy was great. I had only seen him twice, but I had a good feeling about him.
When Nick didn’t say anything to my spat-out confession, I continued. “I know you already told me my past isn’t everything about me… but I guess it’s taken me a while to accept that. I think I’m starting to be able to see it doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to be loved. Or at least I’m trying to see it, anyway. I know at least you believe it, and I’m getting there on believing it myself. So thank you. Thank you for showing me that maybe I am worth loving.”
Then I slapped him on the arse. “Now get a move on. We both need a shower, and we need to get to Mum’s soon.”
In reply to what I said, he grabbed my arm before I could move too far away and held my gaze, then gave me a quick hard kiss. He whispered, “You amaze me. Ky. Thank you for telling me.”
The drive was blissfully short with very few cars on the road yet. I looked at the clock for the millionth time.
“What are you up to?” Nick asked.
“Nothing. I just... Well, your present isn’t something I could wrap. I organized something, with Eric’s help. I guess he mainly did it, but still, I’m nervous. Maybe I should have talked to you rather than surprising you.”
I chewed on my lip and tapped my hand on my leg, until Nick’s hand covered mine, stilling it.
“I’m sure whatever it is, I will love it. Relax. I honestly don’t need any sort of present. I just want to spend the day with you and your family.”
“Our family,” I corrected.
“Oh, remind me when we get home later to tell you what Eric is up to.”
“Oh God. What has he done now?”
He chuckled. “Nothing bad. Nothing bad at all. But I will tell you tonight. Today I want to concentrate on us.”