Page 6 of The Princess

Damon was glad for the dim light, or Nash might’ve seen the blush on his skin. As it was, his face was so warm he wondered how he wasn’t glowing in the dark.

“Talk to me,” Nash implored. He settled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Taking one of Damon’s hands in his, he laced their fingers together.

“I wish we could do this in a field somewhere. Can you imagine lying under the stars? No lights for miles. Just us and the darkness and stars.” Damon could almost picture it. The stillness of the night. The crickets. Nash’s quiet breath in his ear.

“You hate camping,” Nash supplied helpfully.

“So we wouldn’t camp. We’d lay under the stars.”

“Sounds like camping to me.”

“It would only be one night.” Damon rolled onto his side and curled into Nash, still clinging to his hand like it was a lifeline. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“What doesn’t?”

“That I like Taylor.”

Nash reached over with his free hand and brushed the hair off Damon’s forehead. “It would bother me more if you didn’t. We’ve talked about this, Damon. We’re together, but allowed to look. You’re allowed to like.”

Damon felt impossibly young sometimes when it came to relationships. His upbringing was strict and he had used it as an excuse to never date. He’d never been into girls, but the idea of bringing a boy home wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate. Not dating at all had been preferable. And then Nash happened.

There had been a healthy number of hookups before Nash, mostly in club bathrooms or with someone he met on an app. Quick hand jobs. Hurried blowjobs. Things that only whet his appetite instead of satisfying it. It wasn’t until Nash that Damon wanted more. He wanted a relationship. Something meaningful.

“It’s important to me that we’re happy, Damon. Making things right with Taylor would make me happy. Him happy and, therefore, you’d also be happy. If you should decide to take him on a date,” Nash paused to kiss the top of Damon’s head, “I want all the details.”

“I’d have to tell him about us.”

“I’m aware.”

Without warning, Nash rolled Damon onto his back and straddled him. He pinned his wrists to the bed beside his head, lighting his whole body up like a firework.

“You’re going to make things right with Taylor. And if you ask him out, you need to tell him about us so he can make an informed decision.”

“And if he says no?” Damon could scarcely breathe. Nash did that to him—stole his breath and his ability to think. Not that the latter was necessarily a bad thing.

“He won’t.”

Nash seemed so sure of it that Damon let himself believe it too.

Nash’s body blanketed Damon’s and he brought their mouths together. Damon loved the way Nash kissed, the way it started off slow and lured Damon in. Nash coaxed his way into Damon’s mouth then deepened the kiss, getting his whole body involved now. His hips flexed, grinding his erection down against Damon’s. The grip he had on Damon’s wrists tightened.

Damon could get away with a single word. He knew that, but he liked convincing himself he couldn’t. It made him feel like Nash needed him so much that he wasn’t willing to release him so easily.

Sometimes, Damon liked to struggle against Nash’s iron grip, but tonight he willingly surrendered to Nash’s whims. Basking in the attention, he let everything else fall away as Nash kissed him breathless. Damon savored the feeling of Nash’s stubble rasping its way down his body.

“So good,” Damon mumbled. Nash’s hands had released his wrists, but Damon kept them where Nash had left them. He closed his eyes because by now he could picture how Nash looked from memory as he kissed his way around Damon’s body. Teasing him with almost touches and caresses in the places he didn’t need them the most.

Nash nudged Damon’s legs apart and slotted his body in between them.

“Bend your knees.”

Nash’s breath on Damon’s dick was unnervingly arousing. If he wasn’t as hard as steel already, he might’ve fainted from how fast the blood rushed to his cock.

Damon complied, bending his knees and spreading his legs as wide as he comfortably could, giving Nash all the access he needed to drive Damon mad. Every time Damon was with him, he thought it couldn’t get any better…and then it did. It seemed almost impossible for sex to feel this good. Like it shouldn’t be allowed. Or should at the very least come with a warning label.

Nash kissed the inside of Damon’s thighs, then nuzzled in close to Damon’s sac. It was a unique kind of heaven and hell all rolled up together, the way Nash teased him, dragging his tongue over Damon’s balls, up the underside of his cock, following the thick vein all the way to the tip. Then going back to the places Damon hadn’t even known were erogenous zones until Nash had discovered them.

The crease of his leg. Nash paid special attention to the skin around Damon’s belly button, tormenting him until he squirmed and writhed, doing his best to get any kind of meaningful friction on his dick.

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