Page 88 of Worthy

“Do you prefer to bottom or are you verse?” Our eyes meet at his question, and I have to think about it for a second.

“Uh, bottom usually. It’s not very often that I want to top.”

A dangerous smile covers Nick’s face before he says, “Good. Come here.”

My stomach flutters with nervous excitement, and I climb back on the twin bed, this time lying next to him, face-to-face.

“I love the way you kiss,” Nick says with his lips against my throat. He licks my Adam’s apple and sucks on the skin. Who the hell knew that was erotic and didn’t tell me?

My dick aches between us, my balls heavy, and I’m damn near desperate for release. I’m panting, my eyes closed as goosebumps break out along my skin, and I shudder.

“Nick,” I whimper, my voice sounding childlike even to me, and I don’t understand it.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I wanna come. Please.”

I feel his lips lift in a smile against me. Reaching for his head, I pull his mouth back to mine, needing the connection it gives me. I love the way he lets me control his lips while wreaking havoc on my other senses and overloading my body.

“How do you feel about edging?” He chuckles darkly against my lips, and it makes me want to sob.

“Please. It’s hard enough to get off as it is.” The fear of it being taken from me is so fucking real my dick actually deflates some. I hate trying to hide the fact that I didn’t come or making an excuse for it. It’s fucking embarrassing.

Nick draws back and looks at me with his eyebrows pulled together.

No! I don’t want to have this conversation right now! I want to get off and pretend that I’m a normal twenty-five-year-old dude.

“It’s hard to finish sometimes?”

Embarrassment clogs my throat.

“Sometimes. It’s not a big deal.” I shrug but the longer he stares at me, the more uncomfortable I get. Being naked while having this convo also isn’t helping. It makes me feel so much more vulnerable. “Can we not right now?”

My words are harsher than I mean, but I don’t know how to do this. This is supposed to be an easy, quick hookup, and it’s already taking longer than it should.

“Sure,” Nick drags the word a little and leans in to kiss me, but that heat we had a minute ago isn’t there. I’m too in my head, my dick won’t cooperate, and I know I’m not going to get there now.

I try to shut my brain off and give in to the feel of his warm skin against mine, his fingers dancing along my back and over my ass, but it doesn’t work. My dick doesn’t even twitch.

Needing to distract him, I trail my lips down his jaw, bite at his ear, and suck on the skin of his neck. His morning stubble is rough against my tongue, but I love it.

I push him onto his back and move across his body, licking a nipple, nibbling the ticklish flesh on his ribs, making him squirm until I’m between his powerful thighs. His cock is lying against his stomach, nestled in that dark thatch of hair that’s trimmed short, and demanding attention. It’s thick and hard when I lick a line up the underside.

“Look at me,” Nick growls, and our eyes lock as I flick my tongue over his tip. “Such a good little cocksucker.”

My body flushes but my dick is finally perking up. Interesting.

With my hand around his base, I lift his veiny, uncut cock so I can suck on it and groan at the taste of him. Clean skin and man.

Nick slides his hand in my hair, then down to cup my cheek, and his hips flex. I love this part of sex, when the other person is enjoying themselves because of me. Something about using my body to create pleasure just does it for me. It gives me a sense of satisfaction I don’t get from anything else.

With my hand moving in tandem with my mouth, I work all of him. Twisting and sucking, saliva dripping down his shaft until it’s sloppy and my lips go numb. My free hand cups and rolls his balls, presses against his taint, and rubs circles around his rim. Nick is rocking into me, moaning and cursing.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns me, and I hum. The vibration must set him off because a split second later, salty fluid fills my mouth and I have to work not to choke on it and keep my pace up. He growls, and his fingers dig into my face while his body tightens under me.

Only a few thrusts later, he relaxes and his hand falls to the bed.

“Fuck, that was good.” He gives me a lopsided grin, and I metaphorically pat myself on the back for a job well done.

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