Page 50 of A Gathering Storm
“What’s that?” Nicholas asked roughly as Ward approached the bed, removing the top of the jar and thrusting two fingers inside to extract a large gob of white grease that immediately began melting on his skin.
“Coconut oil,” Ward said, putting the jar down on the bedside table. “Alfie introduced me to it.” Nicholas frowned at the mention of Ward’s old lover, and Ward couldn’t help but smile a little at that. “It makes everything easier. You’ll see.”
He stayed standing, lifting one foot onto the mattress, exposing his hole to Nicholas’s astonished gaze. And then, in one rough movement, he shoved his greasy fingers inside his body, gasping briefly at the first painful stab, even as his cock thrust eagerly upwards.
Nicholas’s eyes widened as he lay there, staring, as Ward shamelessly pushed his first two fingers in and out of his hole several more times to make sure the grease was worked right inside his body. He withdrew them more slowly and began to use just his fingertips to massage his rim, pressing and rubbing at the taut ring, relaxing the stiff muscle while stimulating the tender, exquisitely sensitive flesh. The whole time, he watched Nicholas, lying on the bed. The man’s cock strained upwards, swollen and flushed, and his silver eyes burned with lust.
“Ward,” he whispered. Then, “My God. Look at you.”
With a groan, Ward shoved his fingers back in. This time, he gave in to the temptation to fuck his desperate hole with a series of hard thrusts before he withdrew again and returned to the stretching and massaging. Already he ached to be filled. To be fucked. No one had ever looked at him the way Nicholas was looking at him now, his intent gaze darting between Ward’s face and his fingers as they circled and rubbed and slid inside his body. The rosy head of Nicholas’s cock wept, a thread of clear fluid stretching from the straining tip to his flat belly.
“You can touch your cock if you want,” Ward said roughly, and Nicholas’s hand immediately shot forward to take hold of his shaft, a moan escaping him as he stroked himself.
“You like doing that,” Nicholas said, almost disbelievingly, as he watched Ward work.
Ward croaked a laugh. “I love it.”
“I want to do it,” Nicholas said. “To you, I mean.” His face flushed scarlet but he watched Ward steadily as he asked, “Will you let me?”
Ward’s answer was a groan and a wordless nod. Immediately, Nicholas sat up.
“Come here then,” he said. “Lie down.”
Ward obeyed. He lay on his back on the deep, soft mattress, spreading his thighs and bending his knees up, tilting his hips to expose his already loosened and slick hole to Nicholas’s gaze while Nicholas got into position, kneeling between his legs.
At first, Nicholas just looked at him, eyes wide with wonder. Then, tentatively, he reached out his index finger and gently traced it over Ward’s hole, eyes glittering when Ward jerked at the intense pleasure of that brief, whispering caress.
“My God,” Nicholas murmured, and did it again, this time a little more firmly.
“I want your fingers in me,” Ward breathed. His whisper-voice was soft and pleading, unfamiliar to him.
Nicholas glanced up at him, then he nodded and reached for the jar of coconut oil from the bedside table, extracting another glob of the white grease. Swallowing hard, he brought the already melting oil to the entrance to Ward’s body. As soon as Nicholas touched him there, fingers gently circling and probing, Ward’s hole flexed, then clenched, drawing the tip of Nicholas’s index finger inside his body, just the tiniest bit. Nicholas gasped and stilled.
“Oh God, Nicholas,” Ward groaned. “Don’t hold back. Push inside.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Nicholas whispered.
“You won’t. I can take it—I’m ready for it.” He met Nicholas’s eyes and added desperately, “I’mbeggingyou for it.”
“All right,” Nicholas said, and slowly pressed his finger inside, moaning softly as Ward’s body sucked him in. “Oh God,” he whispered. “That’s . . . It’s like silk. And the heat . . .”
“More,” Ward pleaded. “Please.”
Nicholas pulled carefully out before pushing in again, this time with two fingers. Then out. Then in again. After a little, encouraged by Ward’s moans and desperately rocking hips, he quickened the pace, till soon his fingers were plunging swiftly in and out, whilst his restless gaze moved over Ward’s writhing body.
“More,” Ward begged again. “I can take more.”
He could feel the slickness of the extra oil Nicholas had introduced, both inside his body and out. The rim of his anus was liberally coated now and three of Nicholas’s sturdy fingers were able to shove in and out of him with ease. Ward closed his eyes as pleasure sparked inside him, only to be ravaged by a new sensation when Nicholas leaned down to take Ward’s cock into his mouth.
Nicholas’s mouth was hot and wet and clasping, and Christ, but all these sensations were enough to do Ward in: his arse being filled by Nicholas’s thrusting fingers, and his cock being suckled by the man’s sweet mouth. He gave a harsh cry, and Nicholas immediately broke off, lifting his head and stilling his hand to stare at Ward, appalled.
“Have I hurt you?”
“Christ, no,” Ward gasped. “It’s just . . . so good that I’m ready to spill. But I don’t want to like this.”
Nicholas’s silver gaze glittered, a hint of smile itching the corner of his mouth. “How do you want to do it?”
“With your cock in me,” Ward whispered. “Fucking me. Hard and deep.”