Page 66 of Unspoken Confessions
Damn if I didn’t want all of him too.
My arms went around his waist as his draped over my shoulders. Our lips met, desperate and all-telling. Everything we both felt we put into that kiss. And I could say, without a doubt, that it was the most passionate, life-shattering kiss I’d ever had.
I didn’t want to think of all the ways that was fucked up. I didn’t want to think of all the ways it should have felt wrong to think that. I didn’t even want to think of how this all might come crashing down on me later.
So, that was exactly what I did, I didn’t fucking think at all.
I gave every part of myself to Nick and hoped he gave at least half of himself to me.
I backed him up into the shower. The warm water washed over us both from above. Without hurry, my hands drifted all over his body.
Once we had our fill for the moment, we broke away. He let me wash him and he wasn’t even shy when I made sure every single part of him was clean. Then he lathered up the soap and turned his dangerous hands on me, saving my rock hard cock for last. With slippery hands, he teased me, gripping my cock just enough so that I barely felt his touch. With lazy movements, he began to stroke me. Then he got bolder and gripped me harder.
I grunted his name and he smiled at me in return.
I began to thrust into his hand and soon I felt like I was about to come.
That was when his hand slipped away from me.
I nearly growled at the loss of his touch and the orgasm that had been right there but went unleashed.
A devilish smile played on his lips as he lifted up on his toes.
“I want you inside of me when you come,” he whispered right next to my ear.
Then, like none of it had happened, he turned around and shut off the water.
“Do you mean that?” I asked because I had to be sure. Now that he’d said it, I wanted to give that to him more than anything.
“I’m sure,” he told me as he handed me a clean towel. “I want it right now.”
We dried in a hurry and I was pretty sure he was laughing at me as I nearly tripped getting out of the bathroom.
I pushed him down on the bed and didn’t waste any time hovering over him. I took his lips, this time showing him how much I needed him. How much I fucking wanted him. And as he moaned and writhed against me, I could tell he wanted me just as much.
I broke away long enough to search for my pants. I fished out the packet of lube. Then a condom. Always be prepared for anything, you know. Maybe part of me had been hopeful walking around with them in my pockets the last few days. Whatever it was, I sure as fuck was grateful that I had them.
When I walked back over to the bed, he was waiting for me splayed out in the middle of the mattress. His smile was tentative.
I tossed the condom and lube on the bed just under the pillow next to his head. Then I lowered myself down on top of him. I lazily kissed him until he was digging his nails into my skin.
“I can’t wait. Please,” he begged.
I leaned back on my heels and reached for the lube. His eyes were wide as he watched everything I did. I ran my lube-coated fingertips down his crease and around his hole. I pulled away and added more lube before I began toying with him. He started to pant with need. Like he was out of his mind, he pulled his knees up and opened himself up for me. I took advantage, thrusting my finger in and out of him. I added another, watching his face. There was no hesitation there. He wanted it all.
“Jamie,” he moaned out but he wasn’t even close to being ready to take me.
Changing the angle of my fingers, I continued to slide in and out of him.
With a surprised gasp, his body froze for a second. I kept working that spot until he began to moan desperately.
“That feels so good. I’m going to come,” he breathed out, nearly sounding like he was gasping for air.
“No, not yet,” I ordered, then added a third finger.
He was so tight and even if I worked him longer, I knew he’d never really be ready for me. I dripped more lube onto my fingers and toyed with him again.
“Fuck, Jamie! Just get inside me already.”
