That thought pushed him over, and he spilled in Nate’s mouth while Nate watched with smug satisfaction in his heavy-lidded eyes.
He wanted to give himself a moment to recover. His brain felt utterly blank, as though any intelligent thought it might have offered had been sucked right out. But somewhere in some part of his mind, some shred of personal pride remained, and he called on that to haul Nate up off his knees and back him toward the bed.
Nate’s mouth opened under his as Aubrey pushed him back, back, until his head hit the padded headboard. And then Aubrey lay down beside him and splayed his hand on Nate’s abdomen, the muscles there just as firm and defined as he’d imagined.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Aubrey muttered as he ran his hand over and lower, to where Nate’s trousers were unbuttoned, the fly tented by his cock.
“You can do more than look.” Nate’s voice was a little rough, used sounding.Because he’d just sucked Aubrey’s brain out through his dick.
Aubrey could do that. He definitely could do that. He grinned at Nate as lasciviously as he could, keeping eye contact as he pulled the zipper down, trying not to be too grabby when all he wanted was to take a big handful of—
“Comeon.”Nate bucked up into Aubrey’s hand. “I won’t break. Didn’t you say you’d done this before?”
Aubrey’s eyes widened with the sting of the remark, but when Nate’s eyes twinkled in challenge, he let himself chuckle before turning his head to capture Nate’s mouth with his.
“You bastard,” he laughed between kisses as he tugged at Nate’s trousers. Nate raised his hips and wriggled to help Aubrey shimmy them down so Nate was left in a pair of pale gray briefs. When Aubrey smeared his thumb over the wet spot, Nate shuddered.
Aubrey wondered how long it had been since anyone touched Nate like this. Too long, obviously. And even when he was married, it seemed like he hadn’t—
And that train of thought suddenly made him surge with jealousy. How could anyone have been married to Nate for so long and failed to see this side of him? If this was the only night they’d have, Aubrey was going to make sure Nate jerked off to it for the rest of his life. And for that… he needed a better angle.
And unobstructed access to Nate’s dick.
Aubrey teased his fingers under Nate’s waistband, scratching his nails lightly over the soft skin. “Help me out here, babe. You want to take these off?”
“Yeah—yeah.” Nate’s hands flew to his waist to shove down his briefs and slide them off. He kicked them away and then toed off his socks. It should have been awkward—Aubrey was vaguely aware that objectively, this was never terribly sexy—but Nate just looked so good. Fit, strong, pale, and flushed. Aubrey wanted to devour him. He shucked off the rest of his own clothes as quickly as he could and tossed them carelessly toward the corner so he could get back to Nate.
He bent his head to kiss Nate’s neck and suck lightly at the place where it met his shoulder, then moved lower, his intention to return the favor clear.
Nate’s hand found his hair and tugged. “Your hands. Please.” He pulled Aubrey in for another filthy kiss.
Fuck, Aubrey could do that.
He brought a hand up to Nate’s hungry mouth.
“Lick,” he instructed. Nate compiled without hesitation, getting Aubrey’s palm wet and slick.
“That’s a good boy,” Aubrey said without meaning to or thinking of the implication of the words, but Nate flushed scarlet and closed his eyes.
Aubrey wrapped his fingers around Nate’s cock, feeling the weight of it, heavy and hard, and then slid his fist up, cupping, barely squeezing. He swiped his thumb over the head, and damn, he hadn’t needed Nate’s spit at all, because he was positively dripping.
Nate had a nice cock, hard and eager in Aubrey’s hand, the skin smooth and hot and slick. And he looked incredible spread out like that—like he was Aubrey’s for the taking. But looking couldn’t satisfy him, and like this he hardly got to touch everything he wanted.
Aubrey smeared his thumb over the tip of Nate’s dick again, slowly this time, a filthy circle. Then he lowered himself to the bed, cataloging Nate’s brief noise of protest.
“Shh,” he soothed, curling his body around Nate’s as he urged him onto his side. “What, you think I’m going to leave you hanging? I have a reputation to uphold.”
He nuzzled the back of Nate’s neck, the skin below his ear, and wrapped his hand around his cock again. “Besides, I want to know what it takes to get you to lose your composure.” He stroked once, slowly, twisted his fingers at the top before moving them down again. “Going to let me see that?”
“Show me what you can do,” Nate gasped as Aubrey jacked him slowly, but he still managed to make it a challenge.
“Show you, huh?” Aubrey nudged his thigh forward, teasing it between Nate’s legs until it brushed the curve of his ass. “I think I can do that.” He kept the words a gentle susurration against the shell of Nate’s ear.
Nate shuddered, and his cock blurted precome in Aubrey’s hand. “Yeah,” he whispered, thrusting into Aubrey’s grip—and then, better, grinding back against his leg like he needed it, like he couldn’t wait for Aubrey to fuck him. “Yeah, fuck, show me.”
Aubrey pressed his open mouth to the skin of Nate’s neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. “Maybe I can do one better, hmm?” He rocked his thigh in time with Nate’s hips as if he were fucking him, and Nate gasped again. Not just the actions, Aubrey thought—the words. He was getting off on Aubrey talking to him.
“I mean.” Nate’s hips bucked forward again. “You’re doing great so far.”
