Page 34 of Not Strictly Ballroom

I’m captivated by the sight of him with his head thrown back, his eyes hooded as he watches me. His hand rhythmically skimming up and down his length. It’s the sexiest scene I’ve ever witnessed. I kneel between his legs and lean over, capturing his mouth, meeting his tongue with mine, and not knowing which of us groans first when he runs a hand up my hard cock.

I rock back on my heels and reach for the lube.

“Bend your knees,” I say softly and Darcy complies, half blissed out already.

“Oh, wow,” he exhales, as I graze a finger across his hole.

“You like that?” I ask, doing it again.

“Mmmmm.” He wriggles down the bed a little, giving me more access. I play my finger across it a few more times and then withdraw it. The whine Darcy gives at the loss of contact is adorable.

“Just need more lube,” I explain, and he sighs slightly.

This time when I press my finger, he thrusts against it slightly.

“You want more?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes flicker to mine briefly before dropping back into their languid state.

I breach his hole and he jerks.

“Too much?” I ask, concerned I’d hurt him.

“Fuck no, do it again.” He pushes down onto my finger and I go a bit deeper.

“You’re so tight, D.” I love how he grips me, and I thrust my finger in a few more times before adding a second one.

He makes a low moan and the noise travels straight to my balls, sending a tingle shooting up my spine. I can’t take it any longer, the vision of him jerking himself whilst practically impaling himself on my fingers.

“Damn, D. Honey, you’re so beautiful.” I kneel over him, and with my free hand, manage to tug my shorts down to release my cock. I need to touch it, the ache has become unbearable.

I grab the lube and hand it to Darcy.

“Can you help me out here?”

He flips the cap and squeezes some into my hand. Throwing the bottle back on the bed, I take hold of my cock, smearing the precum round the end and coating the shaft with lube. I’m not going to last very long.

I shift my fingers slightly, hitting Darcy’s sweet spot, watching as his abs contract, and he throws his head back further.

“Nick, I’m going to come.” His voice is barely a whisper.

“Yes, come for me, D. I want to see that.” I hit his bundle of nerves again and his hand speeds up. His eyes flutter closed as he jerks, cum spilling over his chest. I withdraw my fingers, and with a few more strokes, my release joins his, mixing them together. I lean down and kiss up his beautiful neck as he sighs and stretches languorously against the pillows.

“D, honey?”

“Hmmm?” He blinks slowly at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I think we should get showered.”

“I, um, I don’t think I can move. I don’t seem to have any bones left.” He stretches again with feline grace.

I laugh at him and head to the bathroom to grab a washcloth instead. After I clean us up and then climb onto the bed and put my arms around him, he’s already asleep.

I’m not sure if it’s my rumbling stomach or my need to pee that wakes me, but both are making a bid for the number one spot. Nick is naked, sprawled out on my bed, which is way too narrow for us to be really comfortable, but it’s only for a couple of nights.

I draw my knees up and hug them. I’m enjoying watching him. I’ve seen him asleep before, and he’s fallen asleep on my bed many times. But this is different. I’ve never woken up next to him in the morning, naked. I watch his eyelids flutter as he stirs slightly, his blond eyelashes barely showing against his cheeks. He has a smattering of stubble across his chin, again, hardly detectable. My eyes track down his body, across his broad shoulders and chest, his impressive biceps, and strong arms. Certainly strong enough to lift me up. The memory of that swirls in my stomach along with a reminder of what we did yesterday. I look lower, following his narrow waist and the dusting of treasure trail to his cock, now soft, nestled in hair which is a darker blond. Would I like it filling me up? If what it felt like with his fingers is any indication, then the thought excites me—a lot. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have my best friend and a boyfriend in one very handsome, sexy package.

I get to enjoy this for one more day—until my parents return. It seems ridiculous really, but I can’t afford my own place. I know Nick is saving up for a house or flat, but I’m not sure how it’s going.

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