Page 86 of All Roads Lead to You

Baby.

I’d heard Richard and Ramón call each other that. Did Nick mean it? Or was he only caught up in the moment?

I winced as he pulled out and slammed home. It’d hurt like hell at first, but I really needed this to work out, so I kept quiet. The last thing I wanted was to fail at sex, especially my first time. I needed to enjoy it. But when Nick pressed back in, he hit a spot that sent my body into arousing shivers, and light danced behind my eyes, squeezed tight.

“Oh…” I gasped.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I smiled into the pillow, loving how Nick tried to be so careful with me, making sure I was okay through the entire thing. I felt loved.

“Nothing. Ah, you hit something. I think that was my prostate? That was… fucking nice. Do it again.”

“You got it.” Excitement danced in his voice.

Nick pulled out and pushed back in several times, hitting that spot and forcing pre-cum out of me. I was leaking all over the bed, and my body continued to relax.

I wish I could see his face, but I understood this way was better for our first time. Maybe next time… if we had a next time.

Please let there be a next time.

Despite Nick’s care to keep me from hurting, there was nothing delicate about sex. He slid in and out of me, hitting my prostate hard, pulling out an orgasm from me almost by force, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over before it even began.

“Damn, Logan… this view is so fucking hot. Your ass just swallows up my dick.”

I grunted when he pushed back in, harder and faster. He had a firm grip on my hips, so every time he thrust back in, he kept my body from sliding forward. I was sure I’d have bruises there by the end of it.

At first, I wasn’t sure about sex, but as Nick grew more rhythmic, consistently hitting my prostate, it started feeling really good. My dick was practically getting stroked from the inside out, which was odd yet fucking amazing.

A sheen of sweat gathered on my body, and Nick must have been sweating too because it dripped on my back, sending shivers through me. The air in the motel room grew humid and thick with arousal that not even the rattling air conditioning could punch through.

I needed him closer. I needed his body against mine.

“Nick…”

He read my mind as he bent down, slid an arm around my chest, and lifted me against him. I sat on his dick as he continued to pump away, his face pressed against my neck, panting.

“I’ve got you.”

He thrust in and out, showing his level of stamina and endurance. I felt safe and protected, pressed up against him with his arm wrapped around me, from what, I didn’t know. I just knew he would do just that if I ever needed him.

“God, Logan… You feel…”

Instead of saying anything else, Nick suddenly gripped my hair, pulling my head back and nipping my ear. “I want you to be mine and mine alone. I know what I fucking said earlier about waiting, but screw that,” he panted and bit my throat before licking away the sting. “I want no one else to have this moment with you. It belongs to you and me alone.”

I reached behind his head and pulled his hair, too, doing my best to nod through his tight hold. His other hand slid up to my throat and gripped it gently, but still firmly enough to control me. “Is that understood?”

I could scarcely breathe, and not from his hand on my throat, but from his words. To feel so wanted and needed by the very person I’ve always desired left me even more desperate for him. I would fucking give the world to Nick if I could. Maybe he was just caught up in the moment, but I didn’t care.

“Answer me,” he growled in my ear.

“It will only ever be you.”

Nick pumped into me harder and faster with practically a stranglehold on me, pushing us to our limits. My cock leaked everywhere, and my nuts drew up tighter and tighter. There was so much fucking pressure throughout my body, especially around my cock and balls. I was so close, yet my orgasm was so fucking out of reach.

But when he hit my prostate again, just so, it was over. I threw my head back, slammed my eyes closed, and cried out as I came all over the bed.

“Holy fucking hell… you… just came without… me touching you,” Nick panted.

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