Page 24 of The Head Game

Nico wiggled experimentally. Mmm. August’s dick was as solid and unyielding as the rest of him.

“Oh that’s nice …” he purred.

“Shut up, Arents.” August gripped Nico’s hips, fingers biting in. “You talk too much.”

Nico shot him a flirtatious look over his shoulder, pushing his hair out of his eyes to see him better. “I thought I told you to call me Nico.”

August grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing Nico’s head back. “Would you. Stop. Talking?” he ground out.

“I told you to make me,” Nico taunted.

August snapped his hips and tore a startled groan from Nico.

“Yesssss,” Nico encouraged, thrusting back. “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

August let out an annoyed growl and sped up, their bodies slapping together, loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Nico’s eyes rolled back in his head because the rhythm was punishing, lighting him up in all of his favorite places.

“I think you like me talking,” Nico said breathlessly. “You like how much I drive you nuts. You like that I get under your skin and—”

“Fuck, you are such a pain in my ass,” August barked.

“No.” Nico dug his fingers into the bedsheets. “You’re a pain in my ass. And oh, baby, it hurts so good.”

But it was all false bravado because when August tilted his hips and thrust again, it tore a real groan from Nico’s lips.

Nico couldn’t chirp back, couldn’t do much of anything for a moment but take the hard, demanding pace.

“You’re an arrogant, self-centered, lazy piece of shit who doesn’t appreciate what he’s got,” August said through gritted teeth.

August’s words were short and punchy like he couldn’t quite get a full breath and Nico felt it too but he pulled it together enough to grin and toss his hair off his forehead, laughing.

“And what do I have?” Nico taunted, panting raggedly, bracing himself on the headboard so he didn’t slide straight into it with the force of August’s thrusts.

But August didn’t answer, just drove harder into him until Nico’s skin sheened with sweat, his body jolting with every short, sharp drive of August’s cock.

Nico snaked a hand under himself and stroked a few times. He might be able to come untouched from the rough fuck but he wasn’t sure and he doubted August would give him the reacharound if he didn’t.

Tingling pleasure spread through Nico, his balls drawing up, his stomach tightening as the urgency built and built. He finally came with a hoarse shout, back arching and toes curling with the tension as he stroked through his release, cum slicking his way for the final shots.

Nico collapsed, face pressed to the sheets, panting and trembling as the aftershocks rippled through him.

With a few more forceful thrusts, August came too, his fingertips biting into Nico’s hips.

The rough noise that escaped August’s lips was gratifyingly loud and after a few jerky thrusts, he collapsed forward, his hair tickling Nico’s shoulder blade as he pressed his cheek to Nico’s skin.

For a moment, the room was silent except for their ragged breathing and Nico wondered if he could fall asleep like this.

Or if maybe August had actually passed out on him.

When the air conditioner kicked on, Nico shivered at the cool gust of air—why the fuck is it running when it’s subzero outside?—and August finally stirred.

He straightened and Nico felt the brush of his fingers against his ass before he pulled out.

Damn, Nico was going to be feeling that tomorrow during the game against Chicago. Perfect.

August staggered over to the dresser to drop the condom in the trash next to it, then returned to the bed, collapsing against the mound of pillows.

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