Page 53 of The Senator

I placed my hands under Nash’s muscular ass and lifted it to my mouth, diving in for my first taste, hoping and praying it wouldn’t be my last.

He was beautiful, and the next time we were together in such a fashion, the coconut conditioner wouldn’t be what I smelled as I feasted on him. I wanted his natural scent, and I’d damn well get it next time.

I swirled my tongue over his hole before I attempted to push inside. Nash moaned, and his noises had me doubling down on him. I opened the lube and slicked my fingers before I began working my index finger inside him as I sucked on his balls and ran my tongue over his taint. I nipped it before I pushed further inside him, up to the second knuckle.

“Please, Spence.” Nash pressed against my finger. I put him through the paces, fucking him with my tongue and my fingers before he begged me to stop.

“Baby, I’m about to blow. Please, suit up.” Oh, I was happy to oblige.

I pushed the head of my cock against his entrance, resting his legs on my thighs. “I’ll go slow.”

I gently pushed in to test the waters. Nash, however, wasn’t in the mood to go slow. He angled his ass just right, pressing back on my cock, which slid in without hesitation.

“Ahh! Yeah, Spence. Fuck me.” His gasp fed my ego.

From my side, I was ready to come, so I stilled him. “Baby, give me a fighting chance! It’s been a while for me.” I took deep breaths to back off the fucking edge.

Nash’s ass was made for me, and I needed to claim it properly. I wasn’t a thirty-second man, but the luxurious feel of him wrapped around me had me nearly ready to blow.

Nash chuckled. “Okay, Senator. I’ll give you some time.” He wrapped his hand around his gorgeous prick and began pumping.

“Fuck no. You’re not going without me.” I rested on my elbows that were next to his ears to gain control.

I nipped at his soft lips, so grateful to have him as mine. I finally slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting my toothpaste and closing my eyes to concentrate solely on Nash and everything about him.

His taste... His sounds... The feel of his hands on my shoulders... Wrapping around my neck and pulling me closer to him. It was a heady feeling to have the gorgeous young man want me. If I was a betting man, I’d have never put a dime on it.

Unfortunately, the longer we kissed, the more my urge to fill him grew, and suddenly, I could stop myself. “Fuck, I can’t…” I groaned as I pounded into him.

Nash wasn’t shy, pushing back in perfect rhythm. I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven, as I wrapped my fist around his hard cock to take him with me.

“Oh, fuck!” His loud moan let me know I’d hit that spot inside him, just as he hit inside me every fucking time we made love.

“Let’s go.” I pounded him and jacked his hard rod in time. When Nash shot off, the white stream covered his chest and ran down my hand like lava. I thrust into him three more times before I couldn’t stop myself, filling the fucking condom.

I couldn’t form sentences, so I leaned forward and gently kissed his soft lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” That was exactly what I needed to hear. As long as I had Nash Lincoln, I could weather any storm.

CHAPTER 23

NASH

Feeling Spencer fill me that first time—even with the condom—had turned me into an addict, but after what I had to tell him, I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about anything, much less me. The whole fucking thing had gone off the rails, and learning his mother and father were behind him being outed and losing the election? I had no idea how he’d take the news.

The drive from Sparta took hours. When I couldn’t get Spence on Skype, I left The Volunteers, much against the advice of the club, but what I’d learned couldn’t wait. Spencer deserved to know the truth about who had instigated and funded his downfall.

When I finally arrived at the house in Great Falls, I let myself into the gate and drove to the house, opening the garage door and driving inside. I hoped to hell I didn’t wake Vani, Jay, or Cole, but I damn well planned to wake Spencer.

I went upstairs, following the light to the den where I found Spencer sleeping on the couch with a throw over him. He had a peaceful look on his handsome face, so I watched him for a few moments, hoping what I had to tell him wouldn’t break his heart.

He’d mentioned a few times he didn’t have a relationship with his parents, but I wondered how much it weighed on him. I didn’t have parents, but he’d had his for years, and it would hurt him to learn his parents had instigated his political demise. I hated the idea I’d have to be the one to deliver the shitty news.

After Spence and I made love, we settled into the big bed. I figured the day after Christmas was soon enough to tell him how fucked up his parents were, so I made myself at home in his arms, playing the little spoon and praying my revelation didn’t wreck us.

I knew Spencer would never reclaim his reputation as long as I was in his life, so I was going to leave him once he was on secure footing. Spence had a family to worry about, and I was just a diversion. I got it, and I wouldn’t raise a stink about it.

“So, what were you so frantically trying to tell me earlier today? I’m sorry for fucking up the Skype thing. Tell me now.” Spencer’s hot breath on my ear brought a shiver down my spine as his cock nestled into my crack.

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