Page 68 of Wonder
Shit, I should make a list of life things Nicky needed to learn.
I picked up my phone to make a note, and I didn’t have any unread texts or Discord messages. I leaned into Simon. “Thanks for messaging the Wonders back.”
He kissed me on the cheek. “My pleasure.”
I went back to my note-making, but my thoughts started straying to the feel of Simon’s shoulder where it pressed against mine. How his jaw was covered in a fine stubble that would feel oh-so-nice rubbing along my naked thigh.
Fuck. I couldn’t get a boner at the kitchen table. I sat up, moving away from Simon. He made a barely audible noise of protest. Maybe it was time for bed. Except Simon needed sleep morethan he needed sex, and I had to keep that in mind. My dick could wait until morning.
Finally the conversation wound down, and Simon and I escaped to our bedroom. I showed him where I’d made space for his stuff in the closet and the drawers, and we decided to see how everything fit before determining whether we needed another chest of drawers. We had room for a small one.
“Thank you for thinking to do this.” He pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss that made my entire body zing.
I groaned and pushed him away. “Stop it. You need to sleep.”
“Nooo.” His irises had a red cast to them, same as when we'd had sex for our bonding, and when he pouted, his lower lip stuck out between his fangs. It was fucking cute, and I had to walk away to keep from laughing. He called after me, “We said we’d see how I felt. And I feel horny.”
I let out a breath but didn’t turn around. “Okay, once I’m done in the bathroom, if you still want sex, we’ll do it.”
He muttered something about not being very romantic as I shut the bathroom door behind me.
My dick was half-hard, but hopefully brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed would take care of that. Sleep was more important for Simon than sex, and I was laying even odds that he’d be zonked out by the time I was done.
Though of course I wouldn’t protest if he was awake and initiated something. He was right that I’d promised, and he knew his own body after all. Just thinking about his body had the image of Simon's naked skin consuming my brain.
My balls started to ache as I stripped down to my boxers. Shit, I needed to stop dwelling on sex. I put my clothes in the hamper and thought about doing laundry tomorrow, but it was no use. I could almost feel Simon's fingers spreading my precome down my shaft. My breathing was getting heavier, and I spread my legs apart as my dick began to stand up. My body was primed for Simon. Fuck, he’d know if I jerked off, but what if he was sleepy? How could I go out there with a raging boner and assure him he should just close his eyes and ignore me?
I opened the bathroom door a crack, half-hoping and half ready to be disappointed that Simon had fallen asleep.
Well, he was in bed at least. But he’d pulled the covers down and he was naked, staring at me and stroking his cock.
I threw the door open the rest of the way and pointed at him. “You were sending sexy thoughts through the bond, you fucker!”
He widened his legs. “It’s not my fault you didn’t notice.” He bent his knees and put his feet flat on the mattress. “Now get over here. I haven’t been fucked since 1946, and you need to fix that.” He lifted his balls and rolled them in his fingers.
I froze. Holy fuck. Even if Davi had liked to bottom, there hadn’t been anyone else in all that time?
“What’s the matter? Why are you anxious?” He started to sit up.
I raised my hands and rushed over to the bed. “No, sorry! Don’t stop what you were doing.” I sat down on the edge of the mattress and stroked his thigh. “I just had a little freakout. Some performance anxiety. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He cursed under his breath and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. But you have nothingto worry about. We’re mates. Remember how you can feel what I feel and vice versa? Neither of us will be disappointed, I promise.” He kissed me, and through the bond I got an enormous wave of lust and something a lot stronger than affection. It was too soon to be love, right? I'd felt hints of it before, but this seemed bigger.
I pushed myself into him, his sparse chest hair delicious against my nipples as his tongue and mine mimicked what I really wanted to be doing. I dragged a hand down his side to land on his hip. We should be lying down. This position didn’t let me get close enough.
He pulled back, ending the kiss. I stared at him, my foggy, blissed-out brain not understanding why he stopped.
“We need lube, and I’ll need prep.”
“Lube,” I repeated back to him, still staring into his eyes.
“Lube.” He smiled at me like I was the most precious thing in the universe, and I melted against him.
“You’re gorgeous.” I ran my hand through his long auburn hair.
“Reno.”
“Huh?” I dragged my fingers along his ear, then down his neck.
