Page 45 of Meet You in the Waves
That torturous mouth was soon back on the move, tracing down the way it had come, down to my chest and then lower still, licking along my non-existent abs until his face was buried in that little treasure trail of hair.
He looked up at me then, a wicked smirk on his face that had my heart stalling in my chest.
“Tell me if you want me to slow down,” he said, serious for half a second before he continued exploring with his mouth. He let go of my dick as his hands came up to the waistband of my boxers, eyes on mine as he slowly peeled them down my legs until I was completely exposed in front of him. The way he was looking at me told me he liked what he saw and I felt my inhibitions fall away. I was safe with Nick. I knew I could trust him.
“Absolutely fucking perfect,” he murmured, hands brushing up my thighs as he shifted between my legs. “You going to let me taste you, Ajay?”
My mind blanked out at his words but I felt myself nodding, wanting his mouth on me more than I’d ever wanted anything.
“Yes,” I rasped, watching as he kissed his way down to my thighs, teasing and exploring and driving me absolutely wild with want. He must have taken pity because he finally gave me what we both knew I wanted, pausing once again with his eyes on mine as he gripped the base of my cock with his hand and then slowly, purposefully licked across my slit. A stuttered breath left me before his mouth enveloped my dick, swallowing me whole.
He sucked hard and I cursed again, hands gripping the sheets on either side of me as Nick took me all the way to the back of his throat. I had never had a blowjob this good before as my back arched involuntarily at the sensations he was drawing from me. I was sure the sounds coming out of my mouth would likely make me blush tomorrow as Nick used his mouth to show me how much he wanted me, to show me how good he could make me feel.
And he was making me feel very, very good.
“Oh, Nick,” I started to pant, my mind slowly going to that place of no return as tingles spread along the base of my spine. “Nick, I’m going to … oh, Nicky.” I could only say his name like a prayer, my mind all but blown by what he was doing to me. I gave him a chance to pull off but he just slid his hands up the insides of my thighs, squeezing tighter and sucking me down so hard that my hips jolted off the bed as my orgasm tore through me, hitting so hard I saw white lights.
He sucked me until I had nothing left to give, only then pulling off me with an indecent pop. He held my eye as he usedthe knuckle of his pinkie to swipe at the side of his mouth, drawing it into his lips to suck the remnants.
“Fucking delicious,” he smirked.
“Holy. Hell,” I managed to stammer, mind completely blown with lust and desire as Nick smirked down at me.
I was coming to learn the many different types of smiles that made up Nick. I knew the genuine one from the one he forced. I knew the one that was just for me. And now I knew this one, the smug, slightly evil smirk that always looked like he was the only one in on the joke.
I liked them all.
Nick made his way back up my body and I suddenly felt like I was the prey trapped in his headlights. Nobody had ever made me feel this way before, never had I felt this good or this free or this utterly desired and wanted. Never had I felt so completely mindless with desire for someone, for this sexy guy who was all male and masculinity as he planted his strong arms on either side of my head, hovering over me for half a second before he leaned down and kissed me senseless.
He planted his hips between my legs and I could feel how hard he still was. For me. That turned me on way more than I expected, knowing I had this amazing, gorgeous man wanting me so bad. It gave me the boldness I needed to flip the script a little, to shift him onto his back so that I was the one hovering over him.
I was nervous as hell, my hands trembling as Nick went willingly, giving me the reins for the moment. I hadn’t even really touched him yet, not anywhere interesting at any rate and I felt my nerves ratchet up and I faltered.
Nick seemed to sense what I needed as he clasped onto the back of my hand which had made it as far as his shoulder.
“You want to touch me?” he asked, eyes hooded and lips puffy from our kiss.
I could only nod, words gone from my head as Nick gripped the back of my hand and shifted it down that glorious body I had looked at way too many times for a guy who claimed to be straight. We made it to his pecs, touching both sides and Nick watched me with those hooded eyes as I tried out what I’d wanted to do for some time, feeling those incredible muscles, teasing his nipples with my fingers.
Nick gently moved our hands lower, taking control of me the way he must have sensed I needed and I got to try out each and every dip and groove in those divine abs that had kept me up at night.
Nick loosened the pressure on my hand and I knew he was giving me the reins for what happened next. But I knew what I wanted, heart up in my throat as I shifted our hands lower, over the top of the tight black boxers he was wearing and onto his straining dick.
Nick let out a soft moan as I stroked, his hand still clasped over mine and making this feel doubly sexy.
“You want to lose the boxers?” I asked, surprising myself at how calm I sounded.
“If that’s what you want, Ajay,” Nick returned. “There’s no pressure.”
“That’s what I want,” I told him, no room for uncertainty in my words. Nick grinned at me and we somehow managed to get his boxers off between us, leaving him completely naked and spread out for me. That was when my nerves started to get the better of me again.
“How are you real?” I choked out, looking down at his impossibly perfect body.
“I’m very real, Ajay,” Nick replied, reaching down to stroke himself and reminding me of what I wanted to do. I reached down, dislodging his hand as I wrapped mine around his dick, getting a feel for it before I gave him a few soft pumps. He feltincredible, so smooth and velvety yet firm as a steel rod as I ran a thumb along his vein. Nick let out a choked sigh, his eyes fixed on what I was doing with my hand.
“You have no idea how many times I have imagined you here like this. With me,” he rasped.
“Yeah?” I asked, inordinately pleased by those words.
