Nick’s hands squeezed at Kelly’s ass, pul ing his cheeks apart before his tongue was there again, licking and massaging muscles that kept fighting back as Kelly tensed.
“Jesus Christ, you do tongue exercises when I’m not around, don’t you?” Kelly said, the last word coming out a moan as Nick’s tongue shoved past those muscles and inside him.
Nick hummed in response, and licked his way up to Kelly’s balls again. His teeth scraped tender skin, and a small whimper escaped Kelly’s lips before he could stop himself.
He squirted a liberal amount of lube into his palm, then reached blindly behind him. He grasped Nick’s hard c**k and squeezed, coating it with lubricant. Nick moaned loudly, but this time he had a mouthful of Kelly’s balls and Kelly almost came right then and there. His c**k was dripping as he contorted his body, trying to jack Nick while still giving Nick’s tongue access. Nick licked at his ass**le again, then dragged his tongue all the way up the shaft of Kelly’s cock.
He sucked him between his lips, licking the pr**cum off the head before releasing him.
As soon as he was free, Kelly backed his ass into Nick, kissing him as he rubbed himself all over Nick’s slick cock.
Nick’s hand tangled in Kelly’s hair and he shoved his hips toward Kelly with a groan. “Come on,” he urged. His voice was as strained as his body was beneath Kelly.
Kelly grinned and lowered himself, rubbing his ass against the head of Nick’s cock. “Like this?”
“Kels,” Nick practically begged. He raised his hips, and the head of his c**k slid along Kelly’s ass with ease. Kelly pushed back, letting Nick almost enter him without even needing to guide him. Nick gasped and dug his fingers into the muscle of Kelly’s ass. “Fuck, babe.”
Kelly kissed him again, licking at his tongue, sucking on it, biting it. Nick whimpered into his mouth and shoved his hips up again when Kelly wouldn’t release his tongue. He entered Kelly this time, and they both groaned wantonly. The head of his c**k pushed at Kelly, spreading him apart. It inched into him, and the friction was enough to make anyone scream for more. Kelly sat down hard, and Nick shoved deep inside him.
Neither of them could cry out since they were still fighting over who got to keep Nick’s tongue. Kelly kissed him one more time and sat up, shifting his hips as Nick sank balls deep inside him.
“Fuck, I remember why this was so fun now,” Kelly moaned as he let his head fall back. Nick’s hands were all over him, gliding up his ribs, smoothing across his chest, pulling him down by his shoulders as he tried to push deeper into him.
Kelly began a slow, rhythmic roll of his hips, and both of them writhed with pleasure. Nick brought his knees up, shoving into him as Kelly moved. It gave just one more dimension to the friction that was setting them both on fire.
Kelly dragged his nails down Nick’s chest. “Don’t stop,” he ordered breathlessly.
Nick bit his lip and nodded. “Fuck!” he hissed. He gripped Kelly’s hips tight. “Fuck, I knew we wouldn’t be able to do this quiet.”
“Fuck quiet,” Kelly grunted. He fought against Nick’s hold, moving his hips anyway. Nick grunted, sucking air through his teeth as he started the slow thrusts again.
There was nothing to cover the sound of their lovemaking.
No white noise, no rough ocean, no music or city sounds in the distance. It was just Nick, Kelly, and the gasps and grunts each of them made as they drew closer and closer to release.
There was no way the others wouldn’t hear them if they were awake. And Kelly didn’t care. In fact, he almost saw it as a chance to mark his territory.
Nick’s nails dragged across Kelly’s ribs, grasping at him desperately, blindly seeking out a handhold.
“You coming?” Kelly asked, barely able to say the words over the struggle against his own orgasm.
“Kelly,” Nick gasped. The name sounded like a curse on his lips. He bucked his hips, pushing Kelly almost off the bed. Kelly laid a hand in the middle of Nick’s chest, where he could feel the wild beating of Nick’s heart as he came. He squeezed every muscle he could still control and Nick cried out, a hoarse, desperate plea of Kelly’s name.
“That’s right, babe,” Kelly hissed.
Nick had his eyes closed, his head thrown back. He gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t shout again. God, he was f**king beautiful when they f**ked. Kelly could feel every straining muscle in Nick’s powerful body, the possessiveness in his grasp, see the love and pleasure in his eyes when he met Kelly’s, could feel his c**k pulsing inside him. He gripped himself with his free hand, and all it took were a few strokes before he found his own release.
He knelt over Nick with his head hanging for long minutes, each of them trying to catch his breath, each of them slowly recommencing their gentle strokes and touches as their bodies calmed. Kelly finally managed to move, lifting himself off Nick and then col apsing beside him in bed.
Nick didn’t move other than to rest his hand on Kelly’s thigh and squeeze. Kelly took in his profile in the glaring light. He placed his hand over Nick’s heart again, feeling it slow.“I’m sorry I questioned this,” Kelly said as he tapped Nick’s chest.
Nick opened one eye, then turned his head to meet Kelly’s eyes. “It’s okay to question, Kels. But I promise I’ll never give you a reason to.”
Kelly kissed him gently, then rolled to his back again.
“Who gets the light and the towel?” he asked after a few seconds. “I have spunk dripping out of my ass and it’s your fault.”
“Yeah, it is,” Nick said, sounding pretty pleased with himself.
“Pretty sure you should have to get the towel.”
“Roshambo,” Nick said, and he held his fist up, waiting.
Kelly made a fist and they counted off. Kelly threw scissors, and Nick chuckled. He’d thrown rock. He knocked his fist against Kelly’s fingers. “Boom.”
Kelly grunted as he rolled out of bed. “Fucker.”
Chapter 6
"o,” Hagan drawled with a knowing look at Nick “Sas soon as he appeared for breakfast. His hair was mussed and he was still wearing his T-shirt and jeans from last night.
Nick glanced at him, shaking his head as he tended to breakfast. He knew Hagan would give him hell.
“Where’s your boy?” Hagan asked. He slid into the banquette on the other side of the kitchen counter so he could watch Nick cook.
“Still in bed.” Nick glanced at him, glaring briefly. “Okay, go on.”