Nicky stared at
Troy’s generously curved mouth and licked his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“I’d like that very much.”
Troy’s voice sounded so husky that it sent a chill of excitement down Nicky’s
spine. He looked down at Troy’s lips again. He hesitated, afraid of screwing
up. The first kiss was always so important.
Finally, unable to stop
himself any longer, Nicky leaned in and pressed his lips against Troy’s. It
immediately sent the pit of his stomach into a swirl. Nicky felt like he just
kissed a light socket. Every nerve ending in his body was firing off at the
same time.
His tongue traced the soft
fullness of Troy’s lips before delving inside to explore. A strong heady taste
blasted across Nicky’s tongue, a taste unique to Troy and one that Nicky knew
he’d crave for the rest of his life.
“I could live on your
kisses,” Nicky moaned. He knew kissing Troy was one thing he would want a lot
of if they were going to try a relationship together. Nicky loved kissing.
He’d kill to kiss Troy.
Nicky groaned, pressing
himself against Troy’s solid body but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He
needed skin. Nicky reluctantly pulled his lips away from Troy’s and sat up,
swinging his leg over Troy’s lap until he straddled the man.
“I need skin,” he said as
he grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over the top of his head,
tossing it over the back of the couch. He settled his hands on Troy’s massive
shoulders. “I think I might die if I don’t feel your hands on me.”
Troy solved that problem
by instantly wrapping his hands around Nicky’s torso. Nicky sighed at the
gentle touch, arching into Troy. “Oh my God, Troy, your hands,” he cried out.
“Your hands are wonderful.”
Nicky wanted to experience
more of Troy’s touch but the man suddenly tilted him backward. Nicky looked
down to see Troy looking at the bruises on his sides. Nicky groaned. “Please,
we’ll talk about them later.”
Troy arched an eyebrow.
“We will talk about this later, Nicky, and I’ll want the complete truth.”
“Yes, anything, just
please, touch me,” Nicky begged crying out when Troy’s hands began to stroke
his naked skin. He shuddered when he felt Troy’s lips kiss his shoulder, his
collar bone, down his chest.
Nicky tried to concentrate
on touching Troy back, stroking his luscious skin, and there was so damn much
of it. He could explore Troy’s body for hours, especially the smattering of
hair across his chest that narrowed to a small trail leading down under the
waistline of his jogging pants. Nicky wanted to follow it with his tongue.
When he leaned forward to
lick at the small pulse beating in Troy’s throat, the man’s hands slipped
around to his back. Troy stroked up Nicky’s spine then back down again to grab
his ass through his jeans.
Nicky’s hips
snapped forward in surprise then pushed back against Troy’s hands. When Troy’s
hand pushed under the waistline of his jeans and skimmed the crevice at the
top of his ass, Nicky lost whatever was left of his mind.
He rose up and
his knees, reached down and unbuttoned his jeans then pushed them down. His
hard cock sprang free and slapping against Troy’s stomach. Troy’s hands
instantly slipped further down the crack of Nicky’s ass.
Nicky yelped
when he was suddenly lifted up into the air. Before he knew it, his jeans were
stripped down his legs and he was spun around and sat back down on Troy’s lap,
his back resting against Troy’s chest.
Troy’s hands
were immediately back on his body, trailing down his chest, caressing his
nipples, stroking his cock. Nicky arched into Troy’s touch, overwhelmed by the
sensations burning through his body.
Nicky laid his
head against Troy’s shoulder and turned his head to start kissing and licking
at the man’s neck. He wrapped his arms around Troy’s neck and pulled his head
down into a kiss, his hands clenching in Troy’s hair.
“Spread your
legs, baby,” Troy whispered against his lips.
Nicky spread his
legs. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt the massive shaft moving
between his thighs. He broke away from Troy’s lips and looked down, stunned by
the size of the cock rubbing against him.
“It’ll never
fit.”
Troy chuckled.
“It will fit, baby, don’t you worry.”
Nicky shook his
head in disbelief. Troy’s cock was huge. Even with Nicky sitting on Troy’s lap
the thick shaft was almost equal in height to Nicky’s cock. He watched in
stunned amazement as Troy wrapped his hands around both of their cocks and
began stroking them together. The sight was exotic. It felt even better.
Nicky’s head
fell back against Troy’s chest as a massive amount of sensation flooded his
body. He turned his head and panted against the side of Troy’s throat, his
eyes drifting close. His hips began moving against Troy’s tight grip.
His hands
clenched in Troy’s hair as he groaned. “Troy, I can’t—I’m gonna—”
“Open your eyes,
baby,” Troy growled. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
Nicky opened his
eyes and tilted his head back so he could look up into Troy’s hazel brown
eyes. He could feel the sensual light that passed between them like a caress.
The fire built higher. Nicky could see it in the darkening of Troy’s eyes, the
harshness of his breath.
“Troy,” he
whispered, caressing the side of Troy’s face as the fire inside of him
exploded into an eruption of pure white hot heat. Nicky stiffened. His breath
caught in his throat for just a moment before he screamed out the ecstasy he
felt coursing through his body.
Troy’s face
flushed. His jaw clenched. He growled deeply, his lower body snapping up as
wetness covered them both, joining Nicky’s release. Nicky flushed when Troy’s
hand fisted in his hair and turned his head up, Troy claiming his lips in the
most possessive kiss Nicky ever remembered receiving. It rocked him down to
his toes.
Troy finally
lifted his head, panting heavily. His eyes looked dazed, slightly confused.
“You’re fucking amazing, Nicky. I’ve never come so hard in my life and I
haven’t even gotten inside of you yet. You just might kill me.”
Nicky chuckled
and tucked his head into the hollow of Troy’s neck. “I would never hurt you,”
he murmured as he planted several small kisses on Troy’s musky skin.
Troy returned
the kisses on the top of Nicky’s head. “We need to get cleaned up, baby. We’re
covered in goo.”
Nicky reached
past Troy’s head and grabbed his t-shirt, handing it to Troy. “I’m not moving.
I like it right where I am. Besides, my legs would never hold me.”
Troy laughed.
Nicky groaned when Troy began cleaning them both up, his hand brushing over
Nicky’s sensitive flesh. He tossed the shirt to the floor and grabbed the
blanket, covering them both.
“So, time to
tell me about the bruises, Nicky.”
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