Page 58 of Below Grade

Nick lifted one hand, intending to caress Martin’s chest, but with an easy movement, Martin flipped their positions so Nick lay under him. Their stiff cocks pressed together, neither willing nor able to hide their desire.

“This okay?”

Nick nodded.

Leaning in, Martin captured Nick’s lips in a fierce kiss. Nick moaned, his body responding eagerly as Martin’s tongue explored his mouth and Nick’s demanded its own entrance. As they kissed, Nick’s greedy hands roamed over Martin’s back, tracing the hard planes and curves of muscles that rippled under his skin.

Rising to his elbows, Martin hovered over Nick for a moment. Moonlight coming in through the window changed intensity as a cloud scuttled across the sky, blocking its view. New shadows crept across the room as Martin trailed a line of butterfly kisses down Nick’s throat. Stopping there at the hollow, Martin breathed in, as if he was trying to take all of Nick’s scent inside him.

“That tickles,” Nick protested.

“You smell incredible,” Martin insisted.

Nick shook his head. “I smell like your soap.”

“I guess I like the smell ofmeonyou,” Martin growled against his skin.

Nick’s cock pulsed and throbbed at Martin’s words. Possibly, he groaned as well, but he wasn’t certain. Maybe it had been Martin he’d heard.

Nick definitely groaned as Martin continued his epically slow journey down Nick’s body. Gently kissing, nibbling, and breathing Nick in as he went. It was everything Nick could do to stay still and allow Martin to explore him. His fingers clutched at the bottom sheet, and he hoped not to put a hole in them.

“Fucking hell,” Nick croaked, his patience failing him. “Is this what they call glacial speed?”

Looking up, Martin smiled. “I can go slower, if you like. I’m a geologist, after all.”

“No,” Nick managed to gasp out.

After what felt like an eon, Martin finally reached Nick’s cock. Gazing down his body, Nick was struck by justeverything.How fucking everything Martin was, how Nick didn’t hold a candle to him. The thought was almost enough for his erection to disappear, but Nick was fundamentally a selfish man and more than anything else in the world right now—even world peace—he wanted Martin to hurry up and fuck him.

“Fuck!” he yelled as Martin’s lips wrapped around the tip of him. That evil tongue slowly traced a path around Nick’s other head. “Maaartiiiin.”

Martin may have laughed, Nick couldn’t tell, but he definitely didn’t go any faster. Martin sucked and Nick gasped and panted, his cock pulsing out precome like he had a surplus. As hard as he tried not to cram himself down Martin’s throat, his hips pumped against his will.

“I’m gonna come. Get inside me already.”

Martin pulled off and Nick’s cock smacked against his stomach. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Leaning across, Martin grabbed the lube and a condom that Nick hadn’t even noticed he’d already taken out and placed on the bedside table.

“Fuck nice.”

“Nothing wrong with nice. If you give me half a chance, I’ll change your mind.”

Nick reached for the lube, but Martin just grinned and squeezed it onto his own fingers. “You just lay back and enjoy the ride.”

Next thing, Martin’s thick finger was massaging his hole. Nick had never really cared much for a crap ton of foreplay, but Martin? Well, Martin took it to another level. One that had Nick panting and begging and basically a complete lunatic by the time Martin rolled on the condom and was knocking at his door.

“Damn,” Martin said with a sigh, “your ass is incredible.”

“Just incredible?” Nick said after getting his breath back. “I’ll have you know—” Martin pressed past the first ring of muscle and Nick forgot whatever he’d been about to say.

Then Martin’s cock found his prostate and Nick couldn’t think anymore. Nick raised one hand, intending to stroke himself, but Martin batted it away.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said as he pulled back and then pushed in again. Nick scrabbled at the sheet and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to both come and not come. He wanted it to be over because he was so hard it hurt. But he also didn’t want it to end; he wanted to lie in Martin’s bed and let him ravage him until there was nothing left.

They moved well together. There were no uncomfortable, awkward moments, the kind Nick regularly experienced when having sex, where he started second-guessing himself or his partner. Martin didn’t allow second-guessing to begin. He just kept up his assault on Nick’s prostate, dragging his cock back and forth, again and again across Nick’s gland, until the only thing Nick thought he remembered was his name, and that was also in question.

Martin roared and arched his back, jamming his cock as far up Nick’s ass as humanly possible. He was still pulsing into the condom, but he managed to wrap his large hand around Nick and started pumping him. Nick was so far gone that Martin’s touch was all it took to send him over the edge. One, maybe one and a half pumps and Nick’s entire body spasmed as the spark he’d been fighting off exploded into flame.

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