Page 27 of Coaching Prince Charming

“We’re screwed, Carter,” he whispered and looked at me as if he was asking me for one final confirmation.

I don’t care, I might have said. At this point, I no longer knew where the line was between dreams and reality. I only knew that I was questing with my other hand to feel the bulging pec under the black shirt, my torso leaning in, head looking up. When I brought my lips a fraction of an inch away from his, I paused. This moment before the contact, the suspense of something incredible about to happen, turned me on as hard as the act itself.

But when Nate released my wrist and pressed his hand against the back of my head, my world turned upside down. In the time it took my heart to beat once, the suspense reached an unbearable height, only to snap like a rubber band when Nate smashed his mouth against mine.

My heart beat so hard I half expected it to break out of my rib cage. Nate’s hand was firm on the back of my head, fingers dragging up the cropped hair on the back and rising into the longer hair on top. His lips were heated, and the faint scent of whiskey made him ten times sexier. The warm, wet tongue that ventured from his mouth into mine was sexy enough to make me want to pass out. I welcomed it, parting my lips and letting my tongue brush against his, battling him playfully while he kissed me hard enough to suck the soul out of my body.

I shifted on the sofa to be closer to him, my chest touching his, and I moved my hands to feel his upper back. His muscles were tight and hard, his breath like a shudder when he pulled his head away to exhale. His deep, rumbling voice was like a distant thunder as he pressed his brow against mine. At that moment, I pushed his upper back hard to make our bodies press closer.

“What are we doing, Carter?” he whispered.

“Whatever the hell we want,” I said, lifting my ass off the sofa and pushing Nate back until we tumbled down flat. He sprawled on the sofa, and I lay on top of him. I wiggled my hands from under his torso and pressed them against his chest. I could feel his pounding heart under my right hand when I leaned down and kissed him again.

He didn’t fight me. Instead, his muscular arms wrapped around my body, pressing me tightly against him. If I had doubted him being attracted to me before, I couldn’t doubt it any longer. My crotch pressed against his, and I felt his excitement bulging in his pants. He was hard as marble when he pushed his hips up, rubbing his crotch against mine.

It dragged a moan out of me when I felt how stiff his cock was.

“Fuck, Carter,” he whispered. “You’re killing me.” He quickly pressed his lips against mine again, rubbing himself from beneath me, kissing me, sighing over my lips while I moaned and groped to feel as much of his body as I could.

Since the moment I realized I had tripped and fallen hard for this man, I had only the big library of photos that online magazines shared. And aside from running into him in the locker room that one time, I had never had a chance to truly admire his physique. I was hell-bent on drinking it all in now.

Before I knew it, I had undone the top button of his tight black shirt. The next one popped a moment later as I crawled against him to sit on his crotch. It dragged a growl from his throat when I settled my weight against his hard cock. I only wished we were naked already, but I could be patient for a few more minutes.

As I ran my fingers down the middle of his torso, revealing his smooth skin and chiseled body, I became light-headed. My focus narrowed to exclude everything else in the room. All I saw was Nate’s body; his flesh was revealed in inches until I dragged the hems of the shirt out of his pants and spread it over his torso.

Nate sat up, nearly tipping me onto my back, and shrugged his shirt off. His bare arms wrapped around me to support my torso while I hooked my fingers under my T-shirt. As I pulled it over my head, my heart stumbled. Was this really happening? Was I making out with my biggest crush and the man who had acted like he would rather die than give in? It felt like taking a deep dive into warm water and then swimming freely toward the surface.

When I threw my T-shirt onto the floor, Nate moved around and was on top of me before I could yelp. I fell back on the sofa, and this gorgeous man towered over me. He lowered his hips until they rested over mine, his abdomen only lightly touching my bare body, and he pressed his fists into the seat of the sofa on either side of my head. Looking into my eyes, he paused. The sadness was gone. Anger, too. What was left was pure attraction with only a sliver of concern. “Are you sure about this, Carter?”

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,” I said, and it wasn’t a lie.

“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I want you.”

“I want you,” I echoed quietly as our bodies melted into one another. His torso pressed against mine as he lowered his head and kissed me as passionately as I had never been kissed. Somehow, I knew a moment of pride that I had been right when I imagined that Nate was a good kisser. He could pace it so perfectly that I was never bored. He kissed me gently and passionately in turns, thrusting his tongue to explore my mouth when his lust ran wild, then pulling back and feeling my lips and face with his mouth.

“You’re such a beautiful young man,” he whispered while my hands traveled the length and width of his back. And when I dared to reach lower to grab his ass, he grunted he slammed his mouth over mine, kissing me harder.

More, I thought. I want so much more.

Sliding my hands under the waistband of his underwear and pants, I felt the warm skin of his ass, but that wasn’t where my interests lay. I could appreciate a nicely shaped peach, but it was his cock I lusted after.

And when I succeeded in moving my hands over his hips and to the front, Nate’s breathing sped up.

Flutters exploded all through my body when my fingers found his thick cock, and he throbbed. When I wrapped my hand around it, my pulse doubled, and I moaned in a high-pitched voice with all the desperation rocking my body.

Nate pushed himself away, and my hands fell out, but only briefly. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, tossing it on the floor. As he pulled the zipper down and undid the top button, my mouth watered with desire. All my dreams were coming true in the span of a single hour. If only I were brave enough to demand what I wanted, I could get it. If I had the courage to fight for it and the patience to fail at it, it would ultimately be mine.

He pulled his pants down to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs. His dick pitched a tent of intimidating size, lifting the fabric off his right hip. He wore a determined expression on his face as he lifted each knee and pulled his pants down, then yanked them off completely.

My heated breaths made my chest rise and fall quicker than I would have liked.

“Are you nervous?” Nate purred, his hands resting on my legs.

I undid my zipper and button, too, and slowly peeled the pants down my legs. When they were around my knees, Nate took over, dragging the denim all the way down. “I’m not,” I said. But as he threw my pants on the floor and began dragging his hands up my smooth legs, I knew a moment of anxiety. Please don’t be a size queen, I prayed silently in an instant that filled me with worry. It was not a thing that ever bothered me unless it bothered him. But when his finger hooked inside the waistband of my underwear, I decided I had nothing to worry about. Whatever happened next was out of my control.

Nate pulled my briefs down, and his eyes widened with interest, his face hard and neck stiff. “Carter,” he whispered. “You are so perfect.”

At just over four inches, my dick stood at full mast, throbbing with desire, leaping at his sweet, sexy voice. I had gone through periods when I totally lacked confidence because of it, but the older I got, the less it mattered. The real fun for me wasn’t in playing with my dick at all. But I had never heard anyone call me perfect quite like this. “You like this?”

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