Second Chance(46)

“Get on the bed,” Nate said huskily.





Twelve





The tone of Nate’s voice sent a thrill through Jack. He sounded totally in charge, and Jack responded to it immediately. He got up from his knees and walked over to the bed. “How do you want me?”

“On all fours.”

The lack of hesitance was a massive turn on.

Jack complied, getting down on hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Exposed and open, he waited, loving the vulnerability, knowing Nate was watching him while he spread his thighs a little wider in invitation. His balls hung down, cock a rigid bar aching to be touched again. He heard soft footsteps as Nate moved closer, but then nothing. The wait drew out until Jack couldn’t bear it anymore. “Nate?” He looked over his shoulder to where Nate stood behind him, a hand on the cock that jutted out. Nate was stroking it slowly, his gaze focused on Jack’s arse.

“You look so hot like that,” Nate said his voice low and gritty.

“Please. Touch me.” Every cell in Jack’s body was primed and waiting for sensation, his muscles tense and ready.

Jack was rewarded by the dip of the mattress as Nate finally climbed onto the bed with him, and then warm palms gripped his buttocks, Nate’s thumbs pulling them apart as he leaned down to press a kiss on Jack’s taint.

Jack whimpered, an embarrassing, desperate sound.

“Tell me what you want,” Nate whispered.

“Your tongue.”

Nate licked the sensitive skin between balls and arse, not quite reaching the place Jack craved. He groaned in frustration, and Nate chuckled.

“Tell me where you want my tongue.”

“On my hole.”

There was another unbearable couple of seconds while Nate licked slowly upwards from Jack’s balls, painting a warm wet trail with his tongue. When he finally reached his destination, Jack gripped the bedcovers, moaning as Nate drew ticklish circles with gradually increasing pressure. Jack started moving into the sensation, pushing back against Nate’s mouth. “Oh God,” he gasped. “Yeah.”

Nate hummed, pulling Jack’s arse cheeks wider and pressing in deeper.

“Nate. Please.” Jack didn’t even know what he was asking for. Caught in his desperation, he didn’t want Nate to stop what he was doing, but he wanted more too. His dick throbbed, spilling precome onto the bed in a sticky strand.

Nate seemed to get what Jack needed, because Jack felt the firmer pressure of a finger alongside Nate’s tongue. He pushed back again, opening himself up to it. “Yes,” Jack hissed at the tight pressure and the familiar, welcome sensation of something inside him.

It had been months since he’d had anything in his arse. Not since he’d split up with Miles. In the aftermath he’d had no urge for sex, his libido destroyed by depression and alcohol. He’d barely even masturbated, let alone indulged in any anal play. Now his body responded, lighting up as Nate slid a finger slowly in and out of him. Jack remembered why he loved bottoming so much, how delicious the sensation of being filled was, how powerful the feeling of surrendering to the intense pleasure.

“More,” he managed. “I want your cock.”

“Soon.” Nate’s voice was soft, his breath warm against Jack’s arse cheek. He kept moving his finger, but it was getting dry now. More burn and less pleasure. Nate must have noticed the resistance too, because he asked, “Where’s your lube?”

“Bedside drawer.”

“Stay right where you are.” Nate slid his finger out carefully but it still stung a little.

Jack didn’t move, happy to let Nate be in control. He tried to relax, listening to the sounds of Nate moving around. The tear of a condom wrapper surprised him. “What do you need a condom for?”

“Makes for easier clean up. I don’t really want to have to use one of my mum’s pans to sterilise my dick tomorrow.”

Jack snorted at the mental image that conjured up. “Fair enough.”

Once Nate was behind Jack again, he circled Jack’s hole with slippery fingers. Reaching for Jack’s cock with his other hand, he stroked it a few times, smearing the precome down Jack’s shaft. “You’re nice and wet.” As he said the words, he pushed inside again, more pressure this time. “Nice and tight too. I’m glad my cock isn’t too girthy.”

Jack huffed a breathless chuckle. “If it was you could always buy another one.”

“True.” Nate pushed in deeper with his fingers, eliciting a moan from Jack as he stroked Jack’s dick in time with his thrusts. “That good?”

“Yeah. Almost too good.” Jack’s body was tight with tension, pleasure coiling as he fought down the urge to come. He didn’t want this to be over before it began. “Get your dick in me.”

“Are you sure?” Nate slowed down a little, the sliding thrust a tease as he grazed Jack’s prostate. He squeezed Jack’s cock hard. “Sure you can take it?”

Impatience flared. “Yes. I can fucking take it. Stop being a tease.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Nate!”

“You’re supposed to be begging me remember. Not ordering me around.” Nate’s voice was warm and full of humour.

“Please,” Jack whined. He’d do whatever Nate asked if it meant Nate would fuck him. “Please, put your cock in me.”