Page 86 of The Saviors: Part One
“It’s a little late to worry about that, and it’s fine.” It hurts like a bitch, but I don’t give a fuck. There’s no way I’m giving this up right now.
“You feel so fucking good,” Nolan moans, wrapping his legs around my waist like he’s trying to trap me there. His hands are sliding all over my sweaty back, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Has anyone ever taken the time to make you feel like this?” I have my suspicions that he’s only been with greedy assholes who didn’t take the time to make sure he enjoyed himself. I might be an asshole, but I wasn’t that type of one. “Because they should have. They should make sure you feel every touch, every stroke of their cock, and make sure you come first. Are you going to come for me, Naughty boy?”
“Fuckkkkkk,” Nolan groans, pushing his hand between us and stroking his cock hard, causing his asshole to tighten on me.
I seal my lips over his and start hammering my hips forward, making our skin slap together. Nolan moans into the kiss and strokes his cock faster. I can feel that he’s getting close, so I keep a steady rhythm. He jerks away from the kiss, moaning long and loud. I pull back enough to see him come all over his stomach and chest. Something about that sight sets me off. “I’m going to come,” I groan. I try to pull out, but he locks his legs tighter.
“Inside me,” he breathes.
“Shit.” I hold myself as far as I can, coming so fucking hard that my spine tingles. My arms slip up the bed, causing me to land on Nolan. “You made a mess,” I mumble against his neck.
He laughs. “You made me do it.”
I kiss up his face until I’m back at those tempting as fuck lips. I move my hips so my cock slides free, but don’t move any further than that, just taking a minute to enjoy this…calmness that’s settled over me. “I need to clean you up,” I say against his lips before kissing him again.
“You have to move first,” he answers, but he’s not moving either. He’s chasing my lips as much as I’m chasing his.
“Hm,” I hum before devouring his mouth. We kiss like that until our hips are moving again. I pull back and sit on my heels. “Come on, Naughty boy, before I fuck you again.”
Nolan gives me a dry look. “Does it look like I’m going to argue with that?”
I slide off the bed and grab his hands to pull him up to his feet. Leading him to the bathroom, I get the shower running, and we both step inside. “You can’t get that bandage wet,” he points out.
I roll my eyes. “Will you stop worrying about my leg?”
“You don’t worry about yourself, so I figured it was my turn to do it for you.”
I pop him right on the ass, hard. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
“Oh. Please, no,” he says with a grin. I squirt body wash onto my hand and start cleaning him off. “You don’t have to do this.”
I shrug. “I want to.” I start cleaning him off, taking special care around his backside. I spin him around so he can rinse off. When I pick up the body wash again, he jerks it out of my hands.
“I have you naked in a shower, I’m doing it.” He starts washing me off, taking his sweet time exploring every dip, and I let him. It’s kind of nice to have someone take care of you. He turns me around so he can wash my back and grabs two handfuls of my ass.
“Nolan,” I warn, and the little shit just laughs and does it again. He moves down my leg and comes back up the other, stopping at my ass again, but this time his fingers slide through my ass cheeks. “Nolan,” I warn again, pushing more authority in my voice.
“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you don’t like that.”
“I don’t.”
“Tell that to the goosebumps.” I want to deny it, but as he continues to rub, I do like it. “I told you.” He pushes until I feel pressure against my back hole. “I want to explore you too.”
“Fuck,” I groan and brace my hand on the wall when he reaches around to start stroking my cock. “We can’t do this again.”
“I know, but as long as you’re letting me push you around, I’m going to take advantage of it.” I look at him over my shoulder, and he’s smiling from ear to ear, making me huff a laugh.
We switch places so that I can rinse off, and I peck his lips. “I need to go talk to Ari.” His face blooms with color, remembering that we got caught. “Remember what I told you?”
“That you aren’t ashamed.”
“Good. I’ll see you downstairs.”
I step out of the shower, dry off, go to my room, and slide some clothes on. Just like I suspected, when I get downstairs, Ari is sprawled out on the couch. “If you want to talk to me, you can come to the kitchen. I’m starving.”
I turn around, not waiting to see if he follows me because I know he will. Throwing away the ruined breakfast from earlier, I get everything I need for scrambled eggs and bacon. I start cracking them open when I hear the barstool at the island scrape across the floor. “So, you and Nolan?”
