Page 55 of Looking Grimm

He chuckled. “I think I will.”

Nash peeled off my pants and boxers, then shimmied out of his own clothes. His kisses never stopped, visited on every inch of me until I was moaning against him, rolling my hips and grasping handfuls of sheets.

He sucked softly on the inside of my thigh, following an invisible line toward my cock, I thought, until his tongue swiped down the strip between my balls and asshole. I jerked, my head snapping up in a strain to see him framed between my legs.

He licked again, circling my entrance and wetting it enough to slide his finger in.

“Holy fuck,” I grunted as his tongue and hand workedin tandem. The pulsing thrust of his finger and the teasing flicks of his tongue had me so feral I was damn near growling.

“Nash,” I began but made it no further before he worked a second digit into me, stretching the hole with a pleasant sting.

I hissed through a breath, then eased down onto him while scrabbling for purchase on the mattress.

He stroked inside of me, playing my body like an instrument that made sounds I couldn’t control. I yelped, and whimpered, and begged for more, and he didn’t stop except to ask, “Do you think you can take another?”

I nodded, greedy for whatever he would give me. Never mind that my breaths were already hitching, and I felt adrift in subspace.

When he slid the third finger into me, my shrill whine deepened into a moan. I arched up, clutching the sheets as though I needed that anchor to keep from floating away. Everything was warm, and full, and precariously balanced.

“Nash,” I mumbled. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. “Nash, I wanna kiss you.”

He crept up the bed while continuing to work his fingers inside me. Every thrust and twist stalled my breath and turned words into desperate pleas.

My eyes were closed when his mouth pressed against mine. The soft crush of his lips stirred me, and I pushed up on my elbows, wanting to dive headlong into him. The kisses were hungry, punctuated by soft bites and stuttering groans.

Somewhere in the thick of it, his fingers pulled out, making way for his cock to enter. It plunged in deep, hitting that certain spot inside that sent chills through me. I releasedthe bedsheets and grabbed onto him instead. My arms looped around his torso, and my knees snugged against his hips.

“I missed this,” I murmured. Even my own voice felt miles away. “Feels so fucking good.”

When he moved at last, I called out his name. I was entwined with him yet not close enough. I kissed everything I could reach: his face, neck, shoulders, and collarbones, covering his skin.

He continued to rock against me, working in and out. Pleasure sparked like lights flashing inside my brain. They interrupted every thought and eventually blinded me until everything was darkness and the only sound was Nash’s ragged breathing.

When his hand found my cock, I shuddered.

“Please,” I sputtered my only coherent thought. “Please, I need it.”

His fingers curled around my erection and moved slowly up and down, matching the rhythm of his cock thrusting into me.

I let out a cry, then bit down on my lip. More fervent pleas were stifled as he picked up the pace.

“I’m close,” I stammered, tasting blood.

“Go ahead, gorgeous,” Nash cooed. “I’m right behind you.”

Grinding against me, he found that spot again, spiking a full-body sensation that dizzied me. His final thrusts were near bruising as climax came. I could do nothing but cling onto him. My eyes squeezed shut, and my fists clenched while he finished.

The feeling of his cum spilling out sent me into ecstasy.I groaned and let my head loll back, body twitching.

I collapsed onto the bed, simultaneously empty and wonderfully full. Nash pulled out, prompting one last pleasured moan. He stayed bent over me, pinned between my updrawn knees.

Blinking through the heady fog of pleasure, I looked up at him. His pupils were blown wide, turning his brown eyes nearly black as they roamed over my body. He seemed to be thinking, studying, and his hand moved across my chest to chase his line of sight all the way to my face.

“Definitely the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” he said quietly.

Heat rushed my cheeks, joined by a coy smile. “You’d better keep that shit between us.”

He laughed, extricating himself from me and moving toward the edge of the bed. Reaching to the floor, he picked up his pants and wiped his hands on them. His back was to me as he spoke. “That would imply there is an ‘us.’ Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

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