Page 69 of Cold Front
I grinned. “Can I take yours off?”
Niall hesitated, his body tense beneath mine. It was a small pause, but I didn’t rush him. I waited, watching the flicker of uncertainty in Niall’s expression.
Finally, he nodded.
Eli brushed his lips against Niall’s jaw. “I need your words, baby.”
I heard Niall’s breath hitched in his throat. Then, a beat of silence.
“Yes.” His voice still quiet, but sure.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled, sliding Niall’s briefs down, baring all of him.
I sucked in a breath.
Niall wasbeautiful. Long and sleek, his cock curved slightly upward, a neat thatch of dark hair at the base. My mind raced with possibilities… with the thought of my hole stretching wide as Niall sank his cock deep inside me. My mouth watered, yearning to suck his cock, my fingers itching to reach out, totouch, but I forced myself to go slow.
Right now, I just needed to feel him.
I lined our cocks up together and rolled my hips, grinding against Niall, our lengths sliding against each other, slick and hot andperfect.
The sensation was overwhelming—skin to skin, nothing between us
Niall gasped, his fingers gripping my waist, his body arching up.
And I groaned, pressing my forehead against his, trying to ground myself even as pleasure threatened to drag me under.
“You feelsogood,” I murmured, voice wrecked.
Niall made a sound—a broken, breathy thing that shot straight through my body.
I wanted to grab Niall’s cock and mine, to take them both in hand. But I held back,waiting, because the last thing I wanted was to rush Niall past what he was ready for.
So instead, I rocked against him, our bodies moving in sync, the friction sending shockwaves through us both.
And from the way Niall’s breath stuttered, the way his hips bucked up desperately, he was just as lost in it as I was.
Our movements grew more frantic, the rhythm unraveling into something desperate and uncontrolled. Hips undulating, bodies slick with sweat, we chased the cresting wave together; the heat coiling tighter, pleasure climbing higher.
And then?—
I gasped, fingers digging into Niall’s hips as I shuddered, my release spilling between us in hot, messy ribbons. A heartbeat later, Niall followed, his breath catching, his whole body going taut beneath me. Our bodies locked together in a perfect, blinding moment of bliss.
The world stilled.
For a long minute, all I could hear was the sound of our ragged breathing, our hearts hammering against sweat-slick skin. I barely had the energy to move, but I forced myself to lift my head, taking in the sight of Niall sprawled beneath me—flushed, wrecked, utterlybeautiful.
A deep pink spread across his chest and throat, and his face turned slightly to the side like he was half embarrassed, half dazed. His lashes fluttered, and his lips parted slightly.
I smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to Niall’s temple before flopping onto my back beside him. “That,” I breathed, still trying to pull myself together, “wasamazing.”
Niall huffed out a soft laugh, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah.” His voice was hoarse, like he wasn’t used to using it after something like this.
A silence settled between us—not awkward, just… weighted. Full. Something unspoken hovered in the air, thick enough that I couldfeelit.
Niall shifted slightly, licking his lips before mumbling, “I, um… I’ve never done that before.”
I rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “What, the grinding? You could’ve fooled me.”
