Page 101 of Brace and Chase

“Okay, here we go. First make sure you clean yourself properly. There are a few options here,” I mumble as I read. “An enema.”

“No, it has to be easier than that,” Nik protests, and steals the tablet from my hands. I focus on his face while he reads, his mouth moving a little with the words, and then he’s up.

“Okay, I’m going to take another shower. Be right back. You keep reading the next steps,” he calls out but is already closing the bathroom door.

God, he’s really going all in on this, huh?

I spend the next twenty minutes memorizing the instructions, but the one thing we’ll need to get before we go all in—pun intended—is condoms. We haven’t needed any yet, so that goes on the list.

While I wait, I start having second thoughts. Maybe today isn’t the right time to do this...

He looked really out of it at the concert last night, but then again he was back to his usual self after. I’m not even sure there’s anything wrong, but...

Yeah, I’m probably overreacting.

He comes out completely naked and rubbing a towel over his long blond hair, and I... forget every thought I had in the past half hour.

He’s just so fucking perfect. Every muscle defined, cock hard enough to hammer nails, everything big and strong and ungh. Perfect.

“I like when you get that look on your face,” he says, voice sultry and wearing a satisfied smirk.

“I like how you look,” I throw back as if it were a stinging come back.

Still smirking, he gets back on bed and lies down, then gestures to his hard dick as if sayinghave your way.

I will have my way, thank you very much.

On my belly between his legs, I get right into it, licking him from root to tip, then sucking in a couple of inches. Then, for the first time, I lick down to his balls and flick my tongue there. I’ve liked when women have done this to mebefore and it proves to be a good move when he lets out a filthy moan.

“Charlie.”

I fucking love hearing him say my name like that, and since he’s always making me wait until I can come, I decide some payback is in order today.

I take my time with every new move I make, every new place I lick, until I find a good rhythm with one hand stroking him and the other massaging his balls, and then I go lower. I stop touching him completely, to his dismay.

“Sweetheart,” he growls in protest. Now I’m the one smirking.

“Patience.”

“Fuck patience,” he snaps.

“Now you know how it feels.”

“What, you want me to beg?”

“Is that why you’re always stopping when you’re about to make me come?”

“Yes,” he cries. “And because I know it’ll be better once you do.”

I know he’s right, but instead of telling him that, I grab his thighs from underneath and bring them up until his feet are flat on the bed, then I push them apart enough that my shoulders will fit between them.

Looking straight into his icy blue eyes, I put my left index finger in my mouth and lick all around it so it’s nice and slippery.

His eyes track every movement with the same intensityhe shows on the ice when he’s following the puck, and that just adds another thrill to it all.

“Now, just relax and let me work,” I croon, then drop back down to my belly.

I get back to stroking him slowly with my right hand, and then, very lightly, I trace the ring of flesh around his opening with my wet finger.

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