Page 53 of The Question of Us
I smiled and leaned my head against Nick’s shoulder. “It will be my pleasure.”
Approval rumbled in his chest, and he began to slowly but expertly move me around the small space, ignoring my awkward attempt to follow.
“Stop trying to lead,” he rebuked me with obvious amusement. “Just for once in your life.”
I chuckled. “Pot, kettle. But okay.” I relaxed in his arms and he immediately took charge.
“Much better.” He pulled me tight and buried his lips in my hair.
“You really can dance.” I couldn’t hide my surprise.
Nick gave a soft snort. “I get by. Davis taught me, if you must know. He was quite the dancer.”
“Then he did a good job.” I gave myself fully to Nick’s direction and let my body be guided by his skilful hands as our hearts beat in rhythm and his warm breath brushed over my bare skin.
The bath filled and steam misted the mirror. We danced, stopping now and then to divest each other of clothing until we were both naked. At one point, Nick broke away to stop the bath from overfilling and I was sure that would spell the end of things. But he picked up where he’d left off, opened the door to the bedroom to give us more room, and time once again drifted like a warm sunny day.
“Georgia” bled into “Always on My Mind,” which in turn bled into “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain.” And still we danced. Sometimes we left the singing to Willie. Sometimes I sang along. Occasionally Nick did too. Dancing was definitely his stronger suit, but I didn’t care. The whole experience felt...extraordinary, almost magical. At any moment, I half expected to wake up in my own bed and find Nick gone.
Because people... couples didn’t really do this stuff, did they?Mendidn’t do this stuff, at least not the men I’d known. And if you’d told me just minutes before that a scathingly candid and brusque Nick Fisher would have me dancing naked in his arms, in a motel room while crooning a Willie Nelson song, I’d have said you needed your head read and sent you for medication.
And yet there we were.
And maybe that was part of the magic.
One of the many complex layers that made up this curiously blunt yet unpredictably charming man.
Nick pressed his lips into my hair, and I did the same against his neck, our soft cocks caught between us, his head leaning against mine, and Willie Nelson singing up a storm. It was strangely non-sexual, no pressure to take things further. But at the same time, it was the most erotic thing I’d experienced in my entire life.
When things finally wound down and Nick tipped my chin up to kiss me, I couldn’t have told you which way the world spun or even if I cared. His long, slow assault on my mouth until I was gasping for air pretty much sucked the entire blood supply from my brain and redirected it south, taking every sensible thought along with it.
“Is that your hip bone in my groin or are you just happy to see me?” He nipped the soft flesh of my earlobe, then thrust his tongue inside.
I tried for a witty comeback, but... nope, nothing there.
He walked me back into the bathroom and lifted me once again onto the vanity. Then he ran his fingers through the grey hair that covered my chest and sighed. “So fucking sexy.” He leaned close to lick a nipple and the needy whine that cameout of my mouth was downright embarrassing. “We should have something to clean off in that bath, don’t you think? Make it worth the effort.”
Before I could answer, Nick was kissing his way down my chest and belly to my dick, which had suddenly decided to check back in and pay attention. I gasped as he gave the head a quick swipe of his tongue, and every cell in my body screamed,Yes!
Like he’d heard, Nick rose to face me wearing a wicked smile. “You like that?”
I pulled him forward and kissed him. “What do you think?”
“I think you have a very pretty cock.” As if to reinforce the fact, Nick’s hand wrapped around my dick and gave a couple of solid tugs.
“Oh... god.” My head fell back against the mirror and I groaned. “Then I suggest less talk and more... whatever.” I circled my hand randomly in the air and Nick chuckled. He added a twist to his wrist, his thumb grazing my slit to spark stars behind my eyes. “Oh, fuck.” I began thrusting into his hand, unable to stop myself. “Yeah, more of that.”
He kissed down my throat as he continued to work my cock, nibbling across my clavicle before kissing through the grey hair that covered my chest. He lingered over my scars, the bullet wound, the marks left by my skin cancer treatments, the remnants of all those bruises from weeks before, almost invisible now. But Nick remembered.
Seemingly satisfied he’d attended to each and every spot, Nick’s head suddenly dropped from my chest, and wet heat engulfed my aching cock. A delicious hot slide all the way down to the root. The man had a mouth on him in more ways than one. I was still contemplating this when he took my dick all the way to the back of his throat and swallowed around it.
Pleasure fired through my belly, and I would’ve slid off the vanity if Nick hadn’t still had my cock in his mouth. “Jesus,” I gasped. “Now you’re just showing off.”
He choked as a laugh tried unsuccessfully to bubble out and then pulled off for a quick breath and a slap to my hip. “Stay still.”
“Yes, sir.” I smiled and ran a hand over his head, relishing the soft brush of the shorter cut against my palm. I wanted a lot more of his hot, sweet mouth on mine, but the man was on a mission. He slid both hands under my butt, wrapped his lips around my dick, and doubled down, his cheeks pulling in tight, the pressure relentless as he sucked me in long, deep strokes.
It wasn’t long until Nick had me so close to the edge that a decent inhale would’ve flipped the switch, and I found myself panting to string the pleasure out as long as possible. It worked for a bit, but when he looked up and caught my eye, I was done for. The lewd sight of my cock filling Nick’s mouth, his swollen lips wrapped around the shaft, the wicked look in his eyes, and it was all over bar the screaming.
