Page 77 of Protecting the Nerd

I took my time washing him, pumping one and then two fingers in and out of him until I was sure he was squeaky clean. He was also making some wonderfully moany sounds. He might prefer to top, but this man definitely liked having something in his ass.

The next step of my plan might’ve been easier to pull off in bed, but I didn’t want to break the mood. So I dragged a towel into the tub.

“What the hell are you doing?” Quillon asked. “It’s sopping wet now.”

“Yup, and that was the idea.”

I folded the soaked fabric a few times until it formed a nice little cushion and put it on the floor of the Jacuzzi. A second towel—this one did not need to be wet—I folded it too and placed it on the edge of the tub. “Bend over the edge for me with your stomach on the towel.”

I’d done it once with a woman at her request, and I hadn’t hated it, but with Quillon, I wanted to try again. I hadn’t done anything with him so far that I hadn’t loved, so I was confident this would also be a success.

Quillon did as I asked, though he shot me a curious look. “And then what?”

I kneeled on the wet cushion. “And then you’re in the perfect position for me to do this.”

Before he could respond, I bent over and pushed my face in his ass. He flat-out squealed, and I laughed, the sound muffled against his wet skin. Dropping light kisses, I explored his crack from the very top to that sensitive spot behind his balls, then made my way up again. Licking made him moan, but when I started sucking, he went crazy.

“Jesus, nerdy… Oh god, that feels good… Don’t stop.”

I didn’t intend to. I sucked and licked, scratched him with my beard, nipped him with my teeth, and when he lay squirming before me, I stabbed my tongue into his hole. He arched and practically screamed, and I held on to his hips so I wouldn’t lose my position. I surged deeper, burying myself in his ass, eating him out.

I licked and kissed his balls, sucked on them a little, then treated his perineum with my undivided attention. He loved that, making unintelligible noises as he fought to stay still. But what he loved the most was my tongue inside him, my hot breath on his hole, my beard against the sensitive skin of his ass. And what was more, I loved it too. I could do this for hours. He tasted amazing, and seeing the pleasure it brought him was a power trip.

His ass cheeks were firm, and I couldn’t get enough of squeezing them, massaging them, scratching them, pinching them. They were like perfect buns, hard but with a pleasant little jiggle.

When my jaw started to hurt, I leaned back and stretched it. “Sit on the edge.” I tapped his shoulder.

He did so, quirking an eyebrow. “Where’s my introverted nerdy? You’re getting awfully bossy.”

I grinned as I nudged his knees wider so I could move between them. His cock was now right in my face, at the perfect height. “I like this.”

“Not as much as I do.”

“We’ll see about that. Pull your legs up.”

He did. That position wouldn’t be too comfortable—though he was sitting on the towel—but it wouldn’t take long. His cock was straining, almost purple from the extended state of arousal. I could’ve teased him longer, but I was done edging him. He’d earned his release and then some.

I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, wrapped my left hand around the middle, and brought my right hand behind his balls. Two fingers sank inside him smoothly, and at the same time, I sucked him deeper into my mouth.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…” he moaned. “Jesus, nerdy, you’re killing me…”

But what a way to go. I sucked with all my might as I pumped both hands in perfect coordination, and within seconds, Quillon was trembling. He could barely hold still, all his muscles going taut, and his balls pulled up tightly against his body. “C-close,” he warned me. “Really close, nerdy. I gotta…”

This time, I didn’t let go. I might choke on his load, but I would die a happy man. Quillon went completely tense, and he hung there as if stuck right on that edge. Then he tumbled over, screaming my name, his body shaking, his legs trembling. His cock spurted out its load into my mouth. I swallowed the first wave, almost choked on the second, and let the rest drip down my chin. I wasn’t wild about the taste, but it also didn’t make me gag.

Quillon slid back into the Jacuzzi, and I had to hold on to him to prevent him from going under. “Don’t drown now,” I said with a laugh.

He blinked slowly. “My muscles don’t work.”

“I got you.” And I did. I held him as he came down from his high, my arms and legs wrapped around him like an octopus. Embracing him brought all this softness, this warm tenderness fluttering in my chest and my belly. This love.

Love. How I loved his man. My life would be perfect if these terrorist assholes would just stop threatening to kidnap me. I wanted my happily ever after with Quillon…and I wanted it now.

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QUILLON

The flickering glow of the credits rolling on the TV screen cast a soft light over us, mingling with the shadows in the living room. York’s head rested against my chest, his breaths synchronized with mine as the remnants of cinematic music dwindled into silence. What a perfect way to spend a Friday evening, rewatching the Fellowship of the Ring.

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