I took a deep, steadying breath. Hearing him say that was nearly enough to make me come in my shorts. I sat up and tugged my briefs off in a hurry, then moved up the bed so I could kiss him. His mouth was hot and lax against mine, and he was so gorgeously pliant against the bed, though his hips shifted restlessly against mine. His cock was burning hot, just like mine, and when they aligned, it sent an intoxicating rush of pleasure through me.
“Come on,” Nix said. “Please. Need you inside me.”
This wasn’t going to last long, that was for sure. I wrestled the condom on in a hurry. “Yeah, baby, I got you,” I murmured. I settled between his spread legs, then maneuvered him so he hooked one thigh around my waist.
Then I leaned over him, bracketing his head with my forearms, and kissed him as I slowly, slowly, pushed inside.
The kiss turned sloppy and desperate. He was so fucking tight, clenching around me as I entered him, and his whole body seemed to vibrate beneath me with a low moan. Time seemed to slow down as I slid inside him, inch by burning-hot inch, until I was completely sheathed inside him.
“Okay?” I asked shakily, my body tense as pleasure coiled inside me and danced in sparks along my skin. I felt hypersensitive, overwhelmed—I could hardly believe it was Nix beneath me, beautiful, kind, wise Nix, who wanted me the same way I wanted him.
“Yeah,” Nix said. “Yeah, fuck, come on, please move.”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck. Then, just as slowly as I’d entered him, I pulled out almost completely, and then thrust back in.
“God, that’s good,” Nix gasped. “Faster.”
“Fuck, Nix,” I said, muffled into his skin. “Not gonna last.”
“Me neither,” Nix said. “Feels so good.”
I moved to kiss him again, but it was hardly a kiss at all. Our lips met, but it wasn’t really a kiss, more like a desperate exchanging of breath. I was lost in the sensation—of his body tight around me, his heel digging into my back to keep me close, his chest heaving with each breath, the small sounds he made when I thrust fast and hard into him.
God, I adored him. I loved making him feel this good—loved that he trusted me to take care of him like this.
“Please,” Nix gasped. “I’m so close, just—”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I slipped one hand between us, skated it down his chest, then wrapped it around his cock. It jerked hard in my hand, and Nix moaned.
“I’m close, too,” I said, and my hips stuttered. “Let go. Wanna see you.”
Nix sighed, his eyes fluttering open. Our gazes locked, and Nix held eye contact with me for a long, burning moment, before his eyes fluttered closed. He tipped his head back, mouth open. His back arched as he thrust his hips back one last time, and then he came hard, hard enough that cum splattered across his chest almost to his neck.
As he came, he clenched so hard around me that I saw stars. I only had to thrust into the slick heat of his body once, twice more, and then all the pleasure that’d been building inside me tightened down in between my hips, a delicious pressure, and then I buried my face in neck again as I spilled into the condom. I shivered through my orgasm, sighing as pleasure rolled through me from the crown of my head to my toes curling in the sheets. It was so powerful it left me feeling boneless as I slumped on top of him, sweaty, exhausted, breathing hard, and happier than I’d ever been.
We stayed like that for a long few moments, matching our breaths. Nix’s hands traveled up and down my back, soothing me, until I finally had the energy to pull out and roll off him.
Nix groaned as I pulled out, but it wasn’t an unhappy sound. I cleaned up briskly, then climbed back into the bed and kissed him.
“How was that?” I asked, holding him close in my arms.
“Pretty good,” Nix said with a teasing grin. “We should do it again sometime.”
I laughed and kissed him. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”
Nix cuddled a little closer, using my chest as a pillow. He sighed contentedly as he tangled our legs together, like he couldn’t get close enough. “Really, though,” he said. “That was amazing. Better than I ever imagined.”
I kissed the top of his head. “Good.”
“And you wore me out,” Nix murmured, already sounding close to drifting off. “Might be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll massage you,” I promised. “I know all the tricks.”
I felt his smile curve against my chest.
I would have to get up and properly clean up, maybe get some water, but for now I was content to hold Nix in my arms like this. In the comfortable silence of my bedroom, with nothing but the sound of Nix’s steady breathing, I was suddenly flooded with gratitude.
How had I ever gotten so lucky as to meet someone like Nix? Someone so honest, understanding, and kind, even in his mistakes? He wasn’t just my foundation, my anchor—he’d also shown me the way to a new life. He hadn’t walked the path for me—I’d done all the work myself—but if he hadn’t shown me how to start, I wasn’t sure if I ever would’ve figured it out.
Now, I could be the partner he deserved. We were forging our own future. And we were doing it together.
26
Nix
Heat pooled in my gut. Heat and pleasure, oozing over me warm and slow like honey.
I blinked slowly into consciousness, drifting into wakefulness without rush. I lingered in that hazy half-awake space for a while, feeling loose and good all over, and then, finally, I realized what was happening.
I was in my bed at the Crew Motel. Dawson had spent the night last night, and apparently, he’d woken up (for once) before I did. And he’d decided to wake me up in the most delicious way. He was in between my spread legs, the covers pulled down so they were pooled around his shoulders, and my morning wood was in his throat.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice scratchy with sleep as I carded my hand through his hair affectionately. “Good morning to you, too.”
Dawson hummed happily now that I was awake. He slid slowly down, down, down—until his nose was pressed into the neat hair at the base of my cock, and the slick heat of his mouth and throat overwhelmed me. I twitched beneath him, and Dawson folded his hands over my hips, pinning me in place.
Then he began to suck me off in earnest, sliding his mouth expertly up and down my length. God, he was incredible at this—it blew my mind every time. And he liked to watch me while he did it, blinking innocently up at me while his lips were stretched around my cock. It was incredible. I’d never get used to seeing him look up at me with so much heat and affection in his gaze. It made my chest clench, and my gut swirl with desire.
My orgasm was already building, but it was building slowly, unhurried, just as lazy as my morning was.
Then Dawson pulled off my cock completely—I stared, wide-eyed, as his lips slid up and off with an obscene, wet sound. He gripped the base of my cock. “Don’t make me do all the work,” he teased with a smirk.
“Dawson,” I sighed. He’d pulled this trick before, and I still wasn’t used to it. It still made me crazy that he let me do this—that he liked it. It was intoxicating.