shoulder if you keep that up. Not sure you’re ready for that.”
Nick squeezed his cheek again before gently setting him on his feet. He cupped Josh’s chin, tipping his head back so that he had to meet Nick’s gaze. “I don’t know what I’m ready for, I don’t know why this is happening—why I’m feeling like I have to have you or die, why you’re letting me after I… It started out as pretending so I could find out about Annabelle and Rory, but I swear to you”—Nick slid his fingers up Josh’s jaw, his other hand taking a similar route on the other side—“this has nothing to do with either of them.”
“I know.” Josh did know. Nick’s cock had been hard the entire time he’d been around Josh today. That wasn’t a reaction to a sibling, at least not in this state. He’d heard rumours about some other states, though.
“All right, then,” Nick murmured, then he crushed his mouth to Josh’s, and Josh
couldn’t think about anything other than the way his lips were being mastered, his tongue flicked and sucked and pushed where Nick wanted it to be. Nick’s hands fisted in Josh’s hair, the bite of pain making Josh clutch at Nick’s chest as Josh humped against Nick’s thigh.
“Ahh, baby,” Nick whispered, pulling his lips from Josh’s. “I don’t know what to do—
”
Josh was almost frantic to come, but even more, he wanted to watch Nick lose it, wanted to blow his mind, shake him and bring him so much pleasure he wouldn’t run off screaming in horror once he realised he’d just had another man make him shoot his wad.
“Just,” Josh glanced at the couch. Probably not the best spot, and the bedroom was too far. Josh settled for shoving Nick against the wall. Before Nick could so much as draw a breath, Josh slid to his knees, his hands already unfastening Nick’s belt. “Just let me, just let me, I need to, fuck, I need to taste you.” Josh scrambled to get Nick’s jeans open, more than a little scared Nick was going to freak out and shove him away. When Nick’s hands fisted in his hair, Josh whimpered, sure he was about to be yanked away from his treat when he was so very close to it finally.
“Josh.”
Josh ignored the rumble of Nick’s deep voice, instead shoving frantically at Nick’s jeans and boxers. He dipped his hand down into Nick’s underwear and couldn’t stop a long moan as he felt hot silk encase steel, a dripping wet head, and thick veins.
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“Josh, baby—”
The hands in his hair tightened. Josh jerked against the hold as he pulled Nick’s cock free. Damn, it was perfect, fat and dark red with blood, and so thick his jaw was going to ache just trying to fit that broad crown in.
“Josh! Look at me!” The tug on his hair was hard enough that Josh didn’t have a
choice, not if he wanted to keep the vertebrae in his neck where they belonged. He glanced up under his lashes, hoping the flirty look might come off as feminine if that’s what it took to keep Nick from taking his big dick away. He fisted both hands around Nick’s length, determined not to make it easy on Nick. Nick shuddered, his head dropping back to thud against the wall as he hissed. “Fuck, I can’t—Josh, I,” Nick panted, his chest heaving as if he’d just run the Boston Marathon in record time. His head flopped forward, his dark eyes burning into Josh’s. “I can’t do this back, I—”
Oh. That’s all? Josh didn’t need it back. He needed to do it, to taste— actions and words , Josh thought. Gaze locked with Nick’s, Josh leant forward and licked a string of fluid dangling from Nick’s slit. Josh caught it on his tongue, following it up until he could lap at Nick’s glans.
Nick shouted, his legs quivering, and Josh was hooked. Everything about this man appealed to him, and that didn’t bear thinking about, so he loosened his jaw and went to work blowing Nick, mind and body.
Nick yelled as Josh’s soft, wet
Nick squeezed his cheek again before gently setting him on his feet. He cupped Josh’s chin, tipping his head back so that he had to meet Nick’s gaze. “I don’t know what I’m ready for, I don’t know why this is happening—why I’m feeling like I have to have you or die, why you’re letting me after I… It started out as pretending so I could find out about Annabelle and Rory, but I swear to you”—Nick slid his fingers up Josh’s jaw, his other hand taking a similar route on the other side—“this has nothing to do with either of them.”
“I know.” Josh did know. Nick’s cock had been hard the entire time he’d been around Josh today. That wasn’t a reaction to a sibling, at least not in this state. He’d heard rumours about some other states, though.
“All right, then,” Nick murmured, then he crushed his mouth to Josh’s, and Josh
couldn’t think about anything other than the way his lips were being mastered, his tongue flicked and sucked and pushed where Nick wanted it to be. Nick’s hands fisted in Josh’s hair, the bite of pain making Josh clutch at Nick’s chest as Josh humped against Nick’s thigh.
“Ahh, baby,” Nick whispered, pulling his lips from Josh’s. “I don’t know what to do—
”
Josh was almost frantic to come, but even more, he wanted to watch Nick lose it, wanted to blow his mind, shake him and bring him so much pleasure he wouldn’t run off screaming in horror once he realised he’d just had another man make him shoot his wad.
“Just,” Josh glanced at the couch. Probably not the best spot, and the bedroom was too far. Josh settled for shoving Nick against the wall. Before Nick could so much as draw a breath, Josh slid to his knees, his hands already unfastening Nick’s belt. “Just let me, just let me, I need to, fuck, I need to taste you.” Josh scrambled to get Nick’s jeans open, more than a little scared Nick was going to freak out and shove him away. When Nick’s hands fisted in his hair, Josh whimpered, sure he was about to be yanked away from his treat when he was so very close to it finally.
“Josh.”
Josh ignored the rumble of Nick’s deep voice, instead shoving frantically at Nick’s jeans and boxers. He dipped his hand down into Nick’s underwear and couldn’t stop a long moan as he felt hot silk encase steel, a dripping wet head, and thick veins.
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“Josh, baby—”
The hands in his hair tightened. Josh jerked against the hold as he pulled Nick’s cock free. Damn, it was perfect, fat and dark red with blood, and so thick his jaw was going to ache just trying to fit that broad crown in.
“Josh! Look at me!” The tug on his hair was hard enough that Josh didn’t have a
choice, not if he wanted to keep the vertebrae in his neck where they belonged. He glanced up under his lashes, hoping the flirty look might come off as feminine if that’s what it took to keep Nick from taking his big dick away. He fisted both hands around Nick’s length, determined not to make it easy on Nick. Nick shuddered, his head dropping back to thud against the wall as he hissed. “Fuck, I can’t—Josh, I,” Nick panted, his chest heaving as if he’d just run the Boston Marathon in record time. His head flopped forward, his dark eyes burning into Josh’s. “I can’t do this back, I—”
Oh. That’s all? Josh didn’t need it back. He needed to do it, to taste— actions and words , Josh thought. Gaze locked with Nick’s, Josh leant forward and licked a string of fluid dangling from Nick’s slit. Josh caught it on his tongue, following it up until he could lap at Nick’s glans.
Nick shouted, his legs quivering, and Josh was hooked. Everything about this man appealed to him, and that didn’t bear thinking about, so he loosened his jaw and went to work blowing Nick, mind and body.
Nick yelled as Josh’s soft, wet
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