Nick grinds his dick into my hip. He’s fucking hard again already.
“Oh yeah.”
Chapter three
Nick
I like sex. I like to touch. I’m not ashamed of that, and I don’t understand when others are. Humans are designed to need each other. We aren’t meant to live in solitude.
I settle back on my bed, sitting against my headboard with pillows behind me, and Joey leaning against my chest.The Amazing Spider-Manis playing on my TV at the foot of my bed while my hand is inside the neck of his hoodie, stroking his skin.
Joey sits up, laying his head on my shoulder, and my free hand moves to his waist to play with the exposed skin. I run my fingers through the brown hair of his happy trail and caress the skin between his hip bones.
I’m zoned out, watching the movie, the movements of my hands a comforting repetitive motion I lose track of, so it takes me a while to realize Joey keeps shifting and isn’t relaxed.
Leaning my cheek against his hair, I speak quietly in his ear. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re driving me nuts,” he grits out and grabs my wrists.
I finally tear my eyes away from the movie and glance down at him. There’s a hard ridge in his jeans that makes my mouth water. Fuck, I want another taste of him.
“I’m gonna make you feel good,” I groan into his ear and reach for the button on his jeans. It gives easily, and I reach inside, grazing over his straining cock to cup his balls and roll them around with my fingers.
Joey moans and turns his face into my neck while his hips rock against my hand. His instinctual movements are sexy as hell. The way he moves because he just can’t keep still, the way his breathing hitches, and the sounds...holy fuck, the sounds. I’ve never been with a guy who makes so much noise. I didn’t know I liked it so much.
He bites my neck and moans with my skin between his teeth, sending a vibration through me.
“Fuck,” I groan, wrapping my hand around his cock and pulling it from his jeans. I widen my legs to give him more room to spread his, but he doesn’t take my hint. “Open up.”
Joey bends his knees and lets them fall open. I love the way he listens, just submits to what I want without question. He’s perfect for me.
“Such a good boy.” His dick throbs at my words, and I smile. Finding out what makes him tick is fun. I tighten my grip on him, stroking him slow but hard to drive him a little crazy.
“Please,” he whines, that baby talk coming out that gets me hard as fuck.
“Hang on, baby.” I release him to grab the lube and chuckle when he protests. He’s so needy for me. What the hell kind of partners has he been with that couldn’t figure him out? Did they not care, or did he just not tell them what he needed?
I dribble some lube down his shaft and get him slicked up. He thrusts into my hand, his body moving in a rolling wave. His dick pulses as that sweet baby voice comes out again, desperate to come.
“Don’t stop,” he begs into my neck. His fingers dig into my arms as he holds on. “Please.”
“Come for me, baby,” I demand and pull his sweater up to expose his clenched abs. “Give it to me. I want it.”
Joey’s back arches, and cum shoots out onto his stomach as he shudders and pulses against my palm. It only takes a few strokes for him to go limp in my lap, panting and sweaty. I can’t help but play with his cum on his skin, dragging my fingers through it and spreading it around like I’m fingerpainting.
“I don’t understand it.” Joey’s voice is almost a whisper.
“Understand what?” I lift my fingers to my mouth and lick him off my skin.
Joey looks at me, his head turning so he can watch. “Why it’s different with you.”
I release my fingers with a pop and lean down to kiss him. I want him to taste himself on my tongue. When he moans, I ache. I hold on to his jaw to keep him still and kiss him deeply, exploring his mouth and taking my time. It’s not frenzied like our others have been. It’s hot, sure, but it’s more than that. I’ve never kissed like this. Never had one mean something.
This guy is either going to be the best or worst thing to ever happen to me.
We explore all the dark corners of each other’s mouths, slow and deep, sharing air and learning who we are through our senses. He’s a little shy when it comes to it, but I think that’s because of his experiences. He smells like the ice rink and man and body wash. I don’t know him in any sense other than the physical, but I already need him.
I don’t know how long we kiss, but my lips are sore and chafed when we break apart.
