Page 35 of Pippin & Nacho

When Nate stood as directed, he waited patiently for me to let him know what I wanted. He was always patient. Nate never yelled, got mad, rolled his eyes, told me how annoying I was because I forgot shit all the time, or from being so insecure that I needed constant reassurance—

Nate grabbed my hand, pulled me to stand from the bed, and kissed me like he could tell when my mind drifted, trying to float away to another destination.

“Now what, baby?” he asked.

I slowly fell to my knees, the stitches now gone and barely a bruise on my kneecap anymore, and looked up at my shining star, the love of my life, my everything. “This is how I always imagined it, with me being on my knees for you, worshiping your cock.”

Nate’s breath hitched, and his hand went to my hair, taking a handful of it. Yes, this was what I wanted. How easily he read and understood me. “You mean like this? Me controlling you?”

“Please…”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Sam.”

“Neither do I. I just… need you to make me please you.”

While still gripping my hair, Nate grazed a finger over my bottom lip with his free hand, leaving behind a trail of electric tingles. “I’ll try my best, then.”

My stomach dipped, and my heart raced as I waited for his instructions. Nate always led the way, and I was confident he could do this, too. I needed it, and it had always been this way in my fantasies.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

When I did as instructed, Nate pulled my head back by my hair, grabbed his dick, pulled back the foreskin, and eased it into my eager and awaiting mouth. Despite trying to take control, he was gentle with me, careful not to choke me, but I needed more. Only the tip entered my mouth, but I still tasted his bitterness leaking from him with promises for more.

“Keep your hands in your lap,” he instructed.

My hands folded onto my thighs, but because Nate was too tentative with my mouth, I leaned forward and eased his dick in further, never taking my eyes off him.

He raised a brow. “Who said you could do that?”

My body shuddered and burned with his playful disapproval. Now he was getting it.

Control me. Tell me what to do. Keep me focused.

“In your fantasies, do I talk dirty to you?”

I nodded with my mouth full of dick. His dick. Nate’s dick. The reality of the moment suddenly hit me that I was on my knees for my best friend with his cock in my mouth. Only in dreams had this been possible. My spent dick tried to flutter back to life. It wouldn’t take much to get hard again.

I whined when he pulled out. “Use your words.”

“Tell me all that I need to do, Star.” I swallowed my embarrassment as my face heated. “Tell me how to please you.”

He nodded and touched my lips with the head of his dick. I opened up again, and he eased it in. It was so hot on my tongue and so hard. Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in. Yes, this was what I wanted, but more. So much more.

“You want more, baby?”

I nodded and grunted around him.

He eased himself deep inside until I nearly had all of him in my mouth. Nate’s eyes widened. “Fuck me. Look how deeply you take me, and you’re not even gagging. Jesus, baby.”

I sat up straighter, feeling proud to please him. It was the least I could do for all he did for me.

Nate thrust faster into my mouth, making me drool everywhere. Saliva dripped down my chin, jaw, and along my throat, but I didn’t care. My star was turned on, and I was pleased with myself.

“Use your tongue, especially around the head. You know what you like. Do that to me.”

My tongue moved around, exploring his length, and whenever Nate groaned and shuttered his eyes, I did it again and again.

“What an amazing mouth you have, baby.”

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