Page 25 of In the Nick of Time
“Oh my god. Don’t stop.”
Doug couldn’t stop if he wanted to.
“Hold on,” he growled. Sweat dripped down his face regardless of the air conditioning.
Nick’s body was slick and his noises made Doug move faster, jacking his hips and driving his cock further into Nick’s ass with every move. He knew when he’d found Nick’s prostate because the younger man froze for a half-second and then reached under his body to either stop himself from coming so soon or to pump his cock. Doug was good with either.
“I’ve got you.”
“Doug…”
Doug slowed his pace, reached one hand underneath Nick’s hips, and began to stroke him again while still hammering his cock in—and, well, in, in, in—because it felt fucking incredible and he’dreallymissed having sex. Nick stopped moving and hot come pulsed out of his cock, dripping over Doug’s fingers and onto the sheets. Unable to stop himself, Doug started coming too, deep and hard into the condom, hard enough he saw stars.
SEVEN
NICK
How many sequins is too many?
Nick mentally pattedhimself on the back for packing supplies. He’d needed that.
Was he shocked that he and Doug had done The Deed? Maybe a little. He snickered at the mini-lecture he’d been on the receiving end of afterward, allonly one timewith just a dash ofno expectations.
Duh. As if. Nick had managed to resist rolling his eyes.
The Ace of Clubs was hopping by the time they returned. Nick recognized the bartender from the night before and a few of the patrons sitting at the tables away from the dance floor. But there were plenty of folks he didn’t recognize, like the bachelorette party that arrived just after them.
“Wanna dance?” Nick asked Doug, knowing his answer. The big man did not like to dance. The fact that he had last night was a bit of a mystery, especially since Nick had noted his slight limp becoming more pronounced by the end of it. This afternoon’s dance had been different, but Nick was not complaining.
“No.”
“Well, fine. I’m breaking out my best moves tonight, just warning you.”
“If they’re anything like last night’s, I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. Stay where I can see you.”
“Aw, are you worried someone else will swoop in and carry me away?”
Nick took a sip of his fruity drink and coughed, spewing pineapple juice and alcohol everywhere.
“Holy shit. That’s so strong it burned going down my throat.” Nick sidled closer to Doug, who was staring down at his now damp shirt. “Sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Stay where I can see you,” Doug repeated.
“Are you worried about me, or do you like to watch?” Nick teased.
The expression that darkened Doug’s eyes didn’t answer his question. Nick set a follow-up question aside for later.
“I’ll be back in a bit, just gonna get some kinks out.”
With that, Nick sashayed out to the dance floor. They weren’t playing Sade tonight. It must’ve been ’80s music night again though—not a hardship as far as he was concerned. Raising his arms over his head, Nick began to sway to the thump and boom of the music. He lost himself for a little while, enjoying flitting around the dance floor, smiling at the other dancers, and generally spreading good will.
He danced with the bride-to-be for a couple songs and then each of the bridesmaids. Every so often, he’d glance out at the table where Doug was waiting, and each time, he caught Doug’s eye and tossed him a cheeky grin.
Calling up his best Dancing Tube Man impression, Nick shut his eyes and let the sound flow through him. A few second later, large strong hands landed on his hips and a warm chest pressed against his back. He recognized Doug’s aftershave. He also recognized that was likely a problem but chose to ignore it.
“Mm,” Nick said even though Doug wouldn’t be able to hear him. He let himself grind against Doug’s larger body. Probably getting themselves worked up at a club wasn’t a great idea, but Nick couldn’t help himself. The sex they’d had earlier only made him hungry for more.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
