Page 40 of Part & Parcel

Nick hummed against his lips, hooked a hand under Kelly’s knee, and lifted it so he could rut against his ass. “Did I hurt you?”

Kelly shook his head. “Not hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” Nick whispered, then kissed him again, tongue and teeth turning it into anything but apologetic.

The angle of Kelly’s leg was almost at critical mass, and he began struggling to try to get it free. He was still returning the kisses enthusiastically, moaning with every nip of Nick’s teeth, with every demanding push of his hips.

He bucked his hips when Nick pulled him too far and pain shot down his cold hamstring. Kelly brought his free hand up and twisted it into Nick’s hair, yanking hard enough to hurt him. Nick winced, jerking his head up with a gasp. They remained that way for long, tense seconds, staring into the darkness, trying to see each other, unable to do anything but feel and hear. Kelly’s breaths were ragged, and his body raged like a wildfire everywhere Nick had touched him. A trickle of blood made its way down his throat toward his hairline.

Nick’s breathing was as loud as the waves against the hull, his body taut as a bowstring waiting to be plucked.

“What?” Kelly finally snapped.

Nick answered with a wordless grunt as he pressed their bodies flush again, bearing down on Kelly’s arm with one hand and letting go of Kelly’s leg with the other. He dragged his teeth over Kelly’s collarbone and neck instead, his hand roaming up Kelly’s rib cage at an alarmingly leisurely pace. Kelly groaned and writhed beneath him, his eyes rolling up before they closed completely. A moan slipped unbidden from between his lips.

Nick kissed him again, obviously spurred on by the sound. Before the kiss had ended, Nick had his fingers at Kelly’s throat, the pads resting under Kelly’s jawbone, just where he liked them. Kelly could feel the blood smearing against the paper-thin cut under his jaw.

“Oh God, babe.” Kelly’s voice was harsh and needy, and Nick’s cock twitched against his ass when he spoke. Nick loved it when he begged. And Kelly loved it when Nick made himwantto beg.

“God’s not here,” Nick snarled into his ear.

Nick let go of Kelly’s neck and bunched his fingers in Kelly’s hair, yanking his head back. His lips moved over Kelly’s face, finally resting against his temple. “Roll the fuck over, babe.”

Kelly was trying to do it before he even had a chance to think it through. He twisted his hips, pushing off with one foot even as he was still submitting to Nick’s lips on his. Nick’s tongue was in his mouth, sucking, licking, forcing Kelly to kiss him back or be lost to it.

Kelly’s shoulders were still flat on the bed, but he’d managed to turn his hips as far as they could possibly go with Nick holding him down like he was. He gave his arm a tug, trying to loosen Nick’s hold so he could turn over like he’d been instructed. Nick’s fingers tightened over his wrist. He let go of Kelly’s hair, though, and reached under the pillow above Kelly’s head, his entire body sliding up Kelly’s, his abs pushing into Kelly’s, his hard cock dragging against Kelly’s ass cheek.

“Let me turn,” Kelly grunted, giving his arm another pointed tug. “On my knees.”

He felt Nick shake his head. The bottle of lube that they kept under their pillows had enough left in it for tonight. Kelly heard the top pop open.

“Yeah, babe,” he gasped, his heart speeding at the mere thought of Nick fucking him in this mood. “Please, Nicko. Please.”

Nick didn’t let Kelly’s wrist go, and Kelly didn’t blame him. If he got free, he would probably ruin whatever plan Nick had by jacking himself off to the thought of how fucking green Nick’s eyes must be. He started fumbling around for the lamp instead, knocking over things on the table, whimpering in desperation because the sudden desire to see Nick’s eyes was almost a physical need.

Two of Nick’s slick fingers slid into Kelly, then twisted, spreading him apart. Kelly cried out and tried to move his hips for better access, but Nick had one of Kelly’s legs trapped between his knees. Kelly raised his free leg, pulling his knee up toward his chin. He wrapped his free hand around it, but almost immediately lay out again on his back, reaching for the table.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick breathed, and he delved into another kiss as he grabbed Kelly’s calf and shoved it up and over his shoulder.

Kelly knocked over his glass of water, and it shattered when it hit the floor. Nick grunted and trapped Kelly’s other hand, yanking it behind his back, almost like he would when arresting a suspect who’d been fighting. Kelly had no limbs under his own control right now—he was all twisted around on his side with his ass in the air, his leg over Nick’s shoulder, and both hands held down. It was a beautiful restraining job. Kelly had seen Nick do it several times while sparring, using his broad shoulders and dense muscles, his deceptive flexibility that came with them, to his advantage.

Kelly closed his eyes, breathing out shakily. Nick’s cock pushed at his ass, and Kelly tilted his hips upward to help the entry. Nick didn’t need help, though. He shoved into Kelly, grunting and gasping as he worked in deeper with every roll of his hips.

“Oh,” Kelly managed, and the word was so quiet and so pitiful, he wasn’t even sure what he’d been going for there, but all he knew now was the shaft of Nick’s cock spreading him wide, the head of Nick’s cock boring into him.

Nick didn’t let up once he’d sunk himself deep inside him. He released Kelly’s other hand, though, using his body weight to keep Kelly down as he thrust into him. “Roll over,” he ordered again, a little more breathless this time.

Kelly pushed his heel against the mattress and reached for the headboard, trying to move, to break Nick’s hold so he could roll to his belly. Nick picked up his pace, ripping a cry from Kelly as he writhed and pleaded for more.

He kept trying to turn, but Nick’s hold was unbreakable. “Babe,” he pleaded. “Nick. I can’t roll if you don’t let me go.”

“Then fucking get creative,” Nick snarled before he bit down on Kelly’s collarbone and pulled down on Kelly’s shoulder. He was moving his knees, bringing them in closer to Kelly’s ass. He was either going for better leverage or a new angle, and Kelly redoubled his efforts at rolling over. Whatever Nick had in mind next, he wanted to be a part of it. He needed to be on his knees. Needed it.

He struggled to get there, and with every movement of his body, Nick was making the most obscene noises. Groaning and huffing, grunts that trailed off into the tiniest of whimpers that swept over Kelly’s body and raised goose bumps all over his skin. He bit Kelly’s lip, keeping it between his teeth as he shoved his cock all the way in. He rolled his hips, spreading Kelly wide, laying him bare as they kissed.

Cries and pleas for mercy followed, but each one fell on deaf ears as Nick maintained his punishing rhythm. Kelly grabbed at Nick with his one free hand, twisting in his hair, scratching down his arm, groping for Nick’s hip so he could feel the sinuous movements.

He was still trying to turn one way or the other, but Nick had him in what amounted to a wrestler’s hold. Kelly didn’t remember this move from his high school wrestling team, though.

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