Page 97 of Brace and Chase

“This,” I tell him, right when I grip us both in my fist.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and rests his forehead on the crown of my head. With the covers shifted until they’re below our hips, I can see everything.

The contrast between our skins captures my attention for a moment, but then I move my hand and the friction makes me lose my mind.

“Nik,” he moans, his hand going back to my ass. It’s a bit further, and he can’t reach as easily, so I stop, push him onto his back, straddle him, and line us up again.

I lean on my hand next to his head and kiss him once more, wanting to feel those moans right on my lips. Then I start stroking us again, faster this time.

I tighten my grip, and falter at how fucking amazing it feels. It only gets better when Charlie reaches back again, and squeezes my ass tighter.

“So good,” I mumble and get into it, thrusting my hips just enough to help with the friction.

“Faster, Nik,” he whines, and I comply. This time I can’t hold back. This time?—

One of his fingers slips into my crease and just the thought of him being inside me, of him slipping that finger into me, drives me insane. I lose myself in the movements, the race to make us come.

“Sweetheart,” I groan, when I’m right there. I don’t know how he knows, but he does. He inches his finger closer to my hole, and right when it brushes against my rim I explode, and he follows me the next second as I’m riding the wave of pleasure.

I can’t stop myself from falling on top of him this time, and though he groans, there are no protests out of him. The only sounds in the room are our panting breaths, and it takes me five solid minutes to be able to move off him.

I wince when I do. The sticky mess we made means we’ll have to shower again.

Oh well, not like I’m going to complain about seeing Charlie wet and naked. Never.

“Shower?” I ask, still sounding out of breath.

“Yeah,” he says, also winded, but then he lets out a delighted laugh that has me smiling as I turn to him.

“What?”

“You liked it when I touched your ass, huh?”

“Yes,” I confirm without shame.

“Would you like—I mean.” He stumbles over his words,then stops. Instead of starting again, he sits and gets out of bed.

“What is it, Charlie?” I ask, though I have a suspicion. He walks around the bed and then stops, turns back, paces for a second.

I see he’s almost distressed, not really having a great time with his thoughts, but all I can focus on is the fact that his dick is still covered in jizz. It’s only natural that I snicker.

Of course his reaction is inevitable too. He gives me that pissed stare and I raise my arms in defense.

“I just think we should clean up so you don’t get all”—I wave a hand at his crotch—“crusty.”

He looks down, as if only then remembering the mess he’s in.

“Right, yeah,” he mumbles then walks back into the bathroom.

I take my time joining him, figuring he could use the time to get his thoughts in order.

He wants to talk about anal. I get it.

It could be an awkward conversation, I get that too, but it won’t be.

If the way I came when he touched my rim is any indication, my body’s all for it, and I am too, if I’m honest.

I think it could be fun.

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