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NICK
Adam’s bedroom is dark and cool as we strip off our clothes and collapse onto the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs and panting breaths.
“You feel so good, boy.” His voice is raw and hungry, summoning a memory of our time together in the suite at Dirty Secrets. “But are you sure this isn’t too soon after—”
I silence the query by rolling onto my side and slipping my tongue into his mouth. When I come up for air, he pushes me onto my back. Then he shifts around until he’s on his knees between my legs, smiling as his eyes travel from my face to my throbbing cock.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “In every way.”
My face warms. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He smiles. Then he slides both hands under my knees and pushes my legs toward my chest.
“Hold these,” he says. “I want a good look at you.”
I feel more vulnerable than ever as Adam presses his palms against my ass, gently parting the cheeks.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “I need to be inside of you again, boy.”
“I’m ready,” I moan, tightening my grip and lifting my ass higher. “Do you have what we need?”
He slides one finger into his mouth, wets it with saliva and then presses it against my hole. He keeps it there for a few moments before slowly circling the tender flesh.
“This is what you need first,” he says with a crooked grin. “One finger and then two while you stroke yourself.”
Heat flares in my balls as Adam brushes them with his thumb while rubbing my hole with the wet finger. I fall back against the pillows, close my eyes and yield to the moment. I don’t want to think about anything beyond this room. Not the incident last night. Not the misunderstanding about his nephew. And not my own doubt about trusting Adam.
“Stay there,” he orders. “I’ll get what we need.”
He gets up and walks around the bed to the nightstand. While he retrieves the condom and lube, I think about his thick cock. I close my eyes and picture the gleaming shaft as he pounded me in the suite at Dirty Secrets. Then I recall the way he looked at me right before our first kiss. When he closes the drawer in the bedside table, the images melt away.
“You look amazing, boy,” he whispers. “So handsome and exposed.”
A moment later, after he kneels on the bed again, he slathers the cool lube between my legs. Then he goes back to circling my hole with his finger and rubbing my balls.
“Take a few deep breaths,” he says gently.
I follow his direction. Filling my lungs, listening to my heart pounding in my ears and then sensing that he’s shifting his position again. My breath hitches when he slides one finger in completely. I focus on relaxing the muscles in my lower back as he plunges deep and withdraws slowly.
“More,” I rasp, sliding one hand around my cock. “Give me more, please.”
Adam growls. “Somebody needs a pounding this morning, huh?”
I can only moan in response as he inserts a second finger. He works it like a piston, thrusting deep and then taking it out, varying the pace and grazing my prostrate a few times. When the tempo slows, Adam instructs me to wait again. Then he slides the fingers out completely, rips open the condom wrapper and slips the ribbed sleeve onto his brawny dick.
Our eyes lock and he pushes the tip against my greedy hole. I lift my ass and rock into him, gasping loudly when he slots the head and begins pushing forward.
“Too much?” His voice is tender and affectionate. “I don’t want to hurt you, Nick.”
“Not too much,” I reply. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
He stops for a moment. “Let’s set aside the role play for now,” he suggests. “Would that be okay with you?”
I nod, but the flood of passion that fills me makes it impossible to speak. I simply fix my eyes on his face as he glides into me and begins the intoxicating, cadenced strokes that have me seeing stars in no time at all.
“This is what we both need,” Adam says, leaning forward and licking my mouth with his tongue. “Just the two of us.”
He tilts away again, gazing down at me with a need that’s flecked with something more. For a split second, my mind tries to identify the other elements, but then Adam increases the pace. He pounds into me, balls slapping my taint, fingers digging into my ankles.
I hiss in a breath. “I’m close,” I rasp. “Do you want me to come?”
His face, damp with sweat, is more relaxed than I’ve seen it. There’s a haze of bliss in his eyes as he smiles and nods.
“Fuck, yes!” he says. “I’m right with you.”
My fist hammers at a frenzied pace, grating against the smooth skin and muscle until a geyser of pearly cum erupts from the head. It splatters my chest and stomach with the familiar warmth and earthy tang.
Adam grins. “That’s fucking perfect!” he says. “So…fucking…beautiful.”
I hold steady as his cock throbs in my passage. He maintains a feverish rhythm that accelerates with each stroke until he finally throws back his head, pushes out his chest and issues a cry that is the perfect union of ecstasy and ache.