Page 50 of Nerdy Dirty Valentine

“Oh.” James bit his lower lip.

My cock filled at his pleasure, his panting little sounds.

Slowly, I lifted my hips and guided James inside.

We both moaned.

“Fuck! So tight, so good,” James exclaimed.

He pushed down, breaching me fully. James gasped, and his eyes flew to mine.

“It’s okay, babe. Man, it’s better than okay.”

“I need you so badly.” James held my chest with the palms of his hands.

We moved together, James thrusting, me bucking my hips at him, pushing his ass to go harder, deeper, more.

A few happy tears escaped and trailed down James’ face.

“I never knew—this is all—” He thrust harder. “Yes, yes. God, yes.”

I swear my heart beat with his in a perfect rhythm. He was mine. I was his. My normal dirty talk was gone.

The only words I could say were sweet murmurs. How beautiful James was. How right he felt inside of me. How I never wanted it to end.

He had stolen my words, my heart.

Holding on to him as James moved inside of me, his eyes closed as he concentrated, was the most incredible sight. My body melted with each thrust, my skin flushed, pulse pounding, lost in the movements of his body against mine. I released small grunts, our skin slapping, chests heaving. James snapped his hips harder, driving into me.

Moaning with pleasure, I didn’t even need to touch my cock. I held his waist, hips, ass, my hands moving and caressing. Encouraging.

I saw the moment coming, felt his dick throbbing inside me before James climaxed. His head back, mouth open in an O, a low sound emerging from deep within him as he released. I circled my arms around him, holding him as he quivered.Everything was this: holding him, being there for him. As James gave a final thrust, I wasn’t thinking about myself, only him.

He collapsed down into me, breathing in hard pants. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder and snuggled him to me as he let out a sweet sigh of happiness. An aftershock trembled through him, and I felt a few more of his tears as he nestled at my chest.

“Oh, wow, it was so… Now I get all the poets who write about this and why.”

I laughed, but I knew what he meant. All the love songs fucking made sense.

James lifted his head, his eyes wet and filled with joy. “I needed this to be with you. I tried so hard with some others, but there was always something stopping me. This is real. You and me. Phin—” He broke off whatever he was about to say next and frowned. “Jesus, I’m so sorry, you’re not—I thought you finished with me.”

“It’s fine. I was watching you. And seeing you fucking climax inside me was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” I held up a hand to his face.

For once, James didn’t argue with me.

He kissed me, a sloppy, intense kiss, before shimmying lower to my seeping erection. I had been close but was still hard without a climax. “Can I?” James asked, his lips an inch from my cock. “And this time, I’m not pulling off.”

At my nod, he stroked my cockhead with his tongue. I resisted the urge to push his mouth down. I needed release, but what I needed more was to see James like this. Exploring me, licking, tasting. Confident and loose with his orgasm, his whole attention now on me. His tears hadn’t stopped. He was still crying a little, but his happy hum reassured me. These were good tears. I felt the slow slide of his tongue at my slit, licking my precum, and my dick lengthened. I wanted to feed him every inch. My whole body vibrated when he began to suck. Somethingdeep and primal took over. There was only James and the heat of his mouth, the sound of his sucks, the way he took my dick.

I held him tighter, and he sucked harder. His mouth locked on my hard cock until my body tensed. I mumbled nonsense words, breathy moans urging him on. Then I was crying out his name as he milked my climax from me, swallowing my cum until I was spent.

He rolled to one side, both of us lost in ragged breaths.

“You all right?” I asked.

“Yes, yes… I’m crying for some reason without being able to stop. But I’m all right.” He met my gaze. “So all right.” Wonder colored his voice. “How ’bout you?”

I smiled. “Think I’ll survive.”

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