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“You sure?” Nicholas smirked. “I’m not sure if that’s how it’s supposed to work, either.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure,” I said, my fingers reaching out toward Nicholas’ suit pants, gently rubbing my palm across the crotch of them. I smiled to myself as I felt his cock twitch underneath my touch, before the very tip of him started to strain against the fabric. He didn’t move as I continued the motion, effectively stroking him over his clothes, my hand moving across the length of him.
Wanting him to know how desperate I was for him, I pulled my palm away from his pants, hastily replacing my hand with my mouth. I then dragged my lips all across his still covered shaft, mouthing each inch of him, moaning as I did. A few moments later and I felt Nicholas’ hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place against his cock, his shaft only growing harder the more I played with it through his pants. Unable to hold myself back for another second, I reached up toward the waist of his pants, undid them, and started to pull them down toward the floor, every nerve in my body burning with desire for Nicholas?—
And then, he was gone. He’d taken a few steps away from me, his cock now hard and exposed as he stared back at me on the couch.
“Nicholas, please,” I shamelessly begged for him to move close to me again. “I need you?—”
“Take your cock out,” he instructed. “I want to watch you play with yourself before I fuck you.”
I quietly nodded before I did as I was told, undoing and pulling down my jeans and boxers just enough for my cock to pop free from their fabric. It would’ve been hard to pull them down any further, anyway, considering the cast made it difficult for my clothes to land on the floor, at least not on the first try.
When I looked back up, Nicholas was staring at me, patient and waiting.
I took a deep breath before I wrapped a palm around my cock, making sure I kept eye contact with Nicholas as I did. I bit my lip as I started to stroke myself, my shaft already so sensitive from being so turned on, from wanting Nicholas so damn much. I let out a guttural groan as I felt my cock throbbing against my own hand, precome leaking out of the tip and right onto my fingers.
“What are you thinking about?” Nicholas murmured, as he brought a hand down to his own cock, stroking himself in time with my strokes, our movements perfectly in sync.
“You fucking me.”
“How do you want me to fuck you, Parker?”
“Like I’m yours,” I said, panting through every word. “Like I’m all yours and no one else gets to have me.”
“You are mine, Parker. No one else gets to have you,” he replied. “No one else gets to bury their cock inside your perfect ass, no one else gets to mark you up. Just me.”
“Just you…,” I repeated. “Just you. You’re the only one I want, Nicholas. I only want you?—”
“Stop.” Just as Nicholas gave the command, he stopped stroking himself, too. I followed his lead, moving my hand away from my cock, even though it was aching to be touched. He didn’t say another word to me as he stepped outside the living room, his footsteps echoing as he headed toward his bedroom?—
Oh.
Right.
I chuckled to myself, remembering how often Nicholas liked to tell me to stay put, realizing that he currently didn’t need to give me that command. There was no way that I was going anywhere, not without a little help or a whole lot of determination. A few seconds later and Nicholas was back in the living room, a condom already wrapped around his cock.
“I have an idea,” he said, with a small grin. He reached for my waist, pulling me up off the couch and back into his arms. He took a few steps before setting me down on one foot, the other set against his torso in the cast. After that, he pressed my back against the wall, before he pulled my other leg against his torso, too, the majority of my weight spread between his arms and my back.
And then, I felt his cock at my entrance, the tip of him brushing against my hole.
“Wait, wait, wait…” I squeezed his shoulders with both of my hands. “I don’t know if I’m ready. We haven’t… in a while…”
“That’s okay. We can go slow,” he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. “We can go as slow as we need to go, sweetheart.”
I nodded against him, and I felt his cock near my hole again, the condom around it clearly wet with lube. I braced myself for the initial impact of him, as he slid his cock inside me inch by inch. My fingers pressed into his shoulders as I got used to the size of him, taking deep breaths until I felt him settle, his slightly moving hips coming to a full stop.
“Is this okay? Are you okay?” His question came out low. “We don’t have to keep going if you?—”
“I’m okay.” I smiled down at him, before my body shuddered with pleasure. “Fuck. I missed having you inside me.”
“I missed being inside you, too, sweetheart,” he replied, smiling back at me, too. “Is it okay if I move?”
“Yes. Please.”
Nicholas’ hips set into motion against me, bucking back and forth as his cock slid in and out of me. I groaned at the feel of it, his shaft causing the perfect kind of internal earthquake, my hole enjoying every moment of it. My groans turned into a gasp as Nicholas held onto my hips even tighter than before, picking up his pace as he relentlessly fucked me against the wall.
“Nicholas… Nicholas…” I moaned his name as I threw my head back, my body feeling absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. I barely even noticed how close I was to coming for him, how close I already was to the edge, everything so intense that I didn’t know where Nicholas ended and where I began.
