Page 58 of Pippin & Nacho

Nate lifted his head and cracked a sleepy eye open. “Just nice? Is that all sex is to you?”

He was joking, right? Did I make it sound like sex was bad or average? I loved having sex with Nate. I was afraid I would struggle sometimes, but I never did because I trusted him and I wanted him.

“I’m teasing you,” he said, answering all my worries.

I chuckled and snuggled into him tighter. “Good, because it’s more than nice. Remember those galaxies I’d talked about?” He nodded, pressing his head against my chest again. “Yep, I always see them when we fool around.”

“Then let’s visit some of those galaxies. Uhm… do you know any besides our Milky Way?”

“Hmm, we got Andromeda, Whirlpool, Sombrero—”

“Sombrero as in the hat?”

“Yep, it’s kind of hat-shaped. So what galaxy would you like to visit this morning, Star?”

Nate rolled on top of me and pinned my hands down to the bed. “I’ll take any of them as long as you’re in it.”

God, how did he make me feel better and whole with such simple words? He was magical like that, always knowing the right thing to say.

His hands slid under my shirt again and shoved the fabric up and over my head, tossing it to the floor somewhere. Long fingers returned to my chest, trailing along my skin, swirling a tip around my nipple, which sent a shudder through me.

Lips found their way to my chest, and I closed my eyes to feel their softness as they tasted my skin.

Nate worked his way down my stomach, making sure to press kisses wherever he could reach before his fingers took hold of the band of my underwear, tugging them down until my cock sprung free, hard and happy to see him.

Nate and I had been really practicing blowing each other, though it became harder to do when he worked so much.

He came to rest between my legs, spreading them and taking my dick in his hand.

Should I shower before he goes down on me? Do I care if he hasn’t showered? No, so he wouldn’t care, right? Wait, did we have plans to skate today? He got that new board. What if he’d rather skate?

Warm wetness engulfed my dick as his tongue pressed up against the edge of my tip. My eyes rolled and my lids closed. My hands rushed to Nate’s curls, where I fingered some soft locks. Comfort. His hair was pure comfort. I didn’t know how or why. I just did. It was like the strands of his hair kept me tethered to him—a lifeline.

His warmth washed over my entire body as my dick zinged, pulsing for more. A shudder shot through me when he curled his tongue around my head and through the slit.

“Fuck… Star…”

Nate popped off, stroking me. “You need more, baby?”

“Yes, why’d you stop?”

“‘Cause it’s fun.”

I huffed, but whimpered and groaned when he swallowed me down again. He couldn’t take me all the way, so he held my base in a tight fist, stroking as his head bobbed. It wouldn’t take me long to nut. Just having Nate’s mouth wrapped around me was enough, but him sucking and using his tongue… that was magic.

“Ugh!” I complained when he popped off again. “Why?”

His chuckle was low. “I don’t want you coming yet. You taste too good.”

My dick throbbed with his words. “You’re so mean, yet that’s kind of hot. How do you do that?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“Please, Star… more. Don’t stop. I need to fucking come.”

“Who wants whom to make the rules around here again?”

“I wanted you to.”

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