“Yeah?”
“Take your clothes off.”
Jeans. That’s all I had. No underwear, no socks, and my T-shirt was already in a heap on the floor.
I popped the buttons and shifted to kick them off.
Nash stared at my dick like he’d never seen it before. “The whole time you were gone, I kept imagining I still felt you inside me. I missed it as much as I missed you. Is that fucked up?”
“No.”
“Even though I’d only felt it once before?”
“It wasn’t once, brother.”
Nash choked on a breathless laugh. “One night then.”
“It’s not fucked up. It’s a connection and you missed it, just like I missed everything about you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” My feet finally escaped my jeans. “I want to fuck you. Is that okay?”
Nash nodded, tongue darting out to lick his kiss-swollen lips. His cock jumped against his belly, and it was all the answer I needed.
I rolled him onto his back and took his dick in my mouth, following his quiet cues until he wasn’t quiet anymore. Until his entire being was begging formore.
His bare back called to me, a work of art to the horror show that was mine. I shifted him onto his stomach, holding him prone, one leg bent, sliding inside him with a lubed, drawn-out thrust that arched his glorious fuckin’ spine.
I planted a knee on the floor and fucked himslowly, giving him every inch of me with every deep drive of my hips, pleasure bunching my muscles and blurring my vision. The harsh, masculine sounds he made spinning my head, the way his body moved with mine.
The groan caught in his throat as he choked out a plea. “Harder.”
I hesitated. I’d gone hard on him before, after Sea Rave, but he’d been buzzed then, we both had. I was stone-cold sober now and in possession of most of my common sense.
Nash reached back and found my hand. Laced our fingers together. “Locke, please.”
Fuckin’ hell. Rational thought deserted me as fast as it had forced its way into my brain. I hunched over him, driving deeper, holding off for a split second as his body contracted in response.
I kissed his shoulder. “Punch me if it’s too much.”
He laughed.
I cut him off with a brutal thrust and it wason. I let instinct take over, my pumping hips having a goddamn party as I held him tight to my chest, sensation obliterating every nerve, skin melded to skin as his tall frame flattened to the couch, bowing to my heavy weight. Our rhythm lost cadence. Desperation kicked in. Primal. Raw. We were nothing but jagged breaths and pleasured groans. Blissful euphoria.
Nothing butlove, and the wave broke.
Ibroke. I fucked himhard, letting it all go, climbing the highest peak with him, finding his dick with my hand and working more pleasure into his strained body.
“Fuck.” Nash drove his fist into the couch. “Fuck.”
He came, release rippling through his muscles, arching his back, a terrible, beautiful groan breaching his lips, and the sight of him falling apart shoved me off a fuckin’ cliff.
I detonated inside him, one last thrust seizing my limbs, breath leaving my lungs in a harsh shout. My vision blacked out. My brain. My equilibrium.
Shattered, I collapsed on top of him, taking a hot second to reclaim the oxygen I’d lost, ecstatically fuckin’ spent until the violent heave of his shoulders hit me.
Fuck. I rolled away, easing out of him as fast as I could without hurting him, panic threatening the afterglow descending on me.