I grab the base of my cock tightly to try and get myself under control. I crawl behind him and pick up the bottle of lube. I pour a generous amount on my fingertips, then rub them together for a few seconds to warm them up. I pepper kisses along his spine a few times before letting my slick fingers slide between his cheeks. As soon as one rubs over his hole, he moans and presses back toward me. “Be patient.” I want to savor this moment and soak up every ounce of him.
My fingers circle his pucker a few times. When his body softens a little, I slip my index finger inside him. He gasps at the intrusion before shifting his hips back into me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he says, panting. I kiss along his spine a few times, letting him get used to the sensation. He moans and pushes his hips back toward me. My finger pumps in and out of him, spreading the lube around. When he feels ready, I add a second finger. It doesn’t take long for him to start breathing heavily and releasing a string of profanity. I love it when he’s so caught up in pleasure that his filter finally comes off. “I’m ready. Please.”
“Not yet. Let me take care of you.”
He groans but lets his head sink further into his arms. “Fuck that’s so good.”
I scissor and twist my fingers, making sure to stretch him well.
“I’m ready, please.” He meets each of the pumps of my hand with his body.
“Not yet. Let me make sure you’re nice and open.” I want to be sure I don’t hurt him. When I add a third finger, he cries and arches his back. “Just a little more, Nathan. You’re doing so good.” He whimpers but presses back against me. I change my angle slightly and bump up against his prostate.
Nathan nearly comes off the bed. “Please. Fuck me.” I slide into him a few more times, making sure I tap his prostrate eachtime. “Colt. Please. I don’t want to come yet. I need you inside me.”
My patience is at its breaking point, so I slide my fingers out and reach for the condom. He sobs at the loss, and I place a hand on his back and rub his skin gently. “Shhh... I’ve got you.” I make quick work of getting the condom on and coat it with more lube. Neither of us is in the mood for teasing, so I line myself up and press the head of my cock against his hole. “You okay?”
He answers me by pushing back. There’s a bit of resistance before my head pops through his ring. We both moan as I take a few slow thrusts, each one pushing a little further into him. When fully seated, I lean down and kiss his shoulder blades. His skin is sweating, and he’s panting heavily. “Fuck, Colt, baby, you’ve gotta move.”
I don’t know if he’s aware that calling mebabycompletely undoes me, but I’m immediately on edge. I want this to last forever, but after a few thrusts, I can already feel my orgasm building. “Fuck, Nathan, you feel so good.” He’s so tight around me, and the sounds coming out of his mouth are downright pornographic.
I wrap my arms around him and hoist his upper body toward me so his back presses against my chest. Like this, I can run my hands over his chest and let my fingers linger on his nipples. He cries out and pushes down onto me.
I don’t have as much room to move like this, but I can kiss every inch of his neck and shoulders. It’s a trade-off I’m happy to take to ensure I can worship every inch of his body. I want to last, but I feel my balls pull up tight as I thrust into him. My hand slides down and wraps around his cock. Nathan throws his head back and rests it against my shoulder. It takes a moment for me to find a rhythm, but I jerk him in time with my thrusts.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Nathan chants.
I’m right there, too. I speed up my fist as his muscles tense. I need him to come first. He shouts his release and spills over my hand. His inner muscles grip my cock, and I fall over the edge with him, spilling into the condom.
When I can move again, I roll us to the side. I’ve always been cuddly, but Nathan makes me want to hold on even tighter. We can’t stay like this forever, but I need to feel him against me. “Give me a few seconds, and I’ll get us cleaned up.” He laces his fingers between mine and pulls our hands to his chest. His heart pounds beneath my palm. It’s torture to leave, but I pull out and manage to get myself off the bed.
After getting rid of the condom and cleaning myself up, I come back with a washcloth. Nathan tries to take it from me, but I pull my hand away. I want this part, too. The part where I get to care for him. He’s always making me dinner or ensuring I have enough blankets on the couch. I want my chance to show him how much tonight means to me. When I finish, I toss the cloth in the sink and climb behind him, pulling the covers over us.
“That was incredible,” he whispers.
“Agreed. Are you sure that doesn’t count as doing stuff?” He glares at me but moves a little bit closer. “Fine, as long as the doing stuff doesn’t get in the way of the sex stuff.” I know I need to get up in a minute and pull my clothes back on, but I don’t want this moment to pass.
Eventually, I force myself out of bed and put my clothes back on. I’d rather stay here, arms full of Nathan. He’s not ready yet, though. I can feel it in the way he keeps himself from dozing off. He won’t say it, but he also doesn’t invite me to stay.
Slow,I remind myself. I have more of him now than I ever thought I could have. It’s selfish to want so much more of him. I can’t help myself, though. I want everything with Nathan. I’ve waited this long; I can wait a little longer.
Chapter Nineteen
COLT
Nathan tookthe wholedoing thingsconversation seriously.
Nathan Winslow
Farmer’s market today?
I rub my eyes and try to make sense of the message. It’s too early to make these kinds of decisions. Fine, it’s nine-thirty, but that’s early for a weekend.
Me
Sure. What time?
