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mad dog

We took our share of razzing after we sat down, but most of it barely landed. Years of locker room instinct kicked in, and I chirped back, running on autopilot while my brain replayed the kiss on a loop.

Holky didn’t seem to be on the same page. He tossed out a couple of decent jabs, but his timing was off, and his laugh was too sharp. He kept his gaze straight ahead and didn’t look at me once.

No one argued when Logan declared we’d hit our limit and should call it a night. My stomach was already in knots, and I could feel the tension ratcheting up with each passing second. Holky stuck to Logan like a goddamn shadow, then stood on the far side of the elevator like being near me might burn him.

Harpy rode up with us, cracking a few jokes, but I was in my own head, trying to work out what had gone wrong. I’d crossed a line, but I thought we both wanted it. Had I misread him? My heart sank as another question came to mind: had I fucked everything up?

When we arrived at the ninth floor, Harpy said he’d text us in the morning with an update. The guys peeled off, disappearing down the hall toward their rooms. Holky lingered for a second, long enough to glance my way and give me nod—not a smile or a word, not “goodnight,” “see ya,” or even “fuck you”—but only the same clipped, impersonal nod he’d give a stranger in an airport terminal. Then he turned and hurried away.

I stood there with my heart thudding, feeling like he’d punched me in the jaw. What the hell just happened?

I headed straight for the bathroom as soon as the door clicked shut behind me. After taking care of business, I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face, staring at the guy in the mirror like he might have answers. I didn’t look like I’d lost my mind, but what else could explain one straight man kissing another in front of the entire team, blowing up a brand-new friendship and lighting a gossip wildfire all in one go? Bad move. Regardless of what we’d been feeling and doing in private, I’d crossed a line Holky couldn’t handle.

The comforter was still on the floor. While I made the bed, my thoughts rewound to earlier, before we went downstairs and I made a damn fool of myself. Holky and I had gotten close since I came to Buffalo, and although we were about to do something crazy when Riley knocked, we’d both wanted it. Would it have turned out to be a one-time thing? Could we have gone back to being regular buddies? That would have been more than we had now.

I stripped and climbed into bed, hitting the power button on the remote and muting the sound the second the TV flickered on. There was no way I could focus with my thoughts rocking like a busted seesaw, and the ache of missing Holky sinking in fast.

Too much had happened for me to keep up with, and after my reality break downstairs, I was on the verge of freaking out.

First off, I wasn’t gay. I’d never even thought about kissing a man before I met Holky, but tonight I hadn’t been able to control myself. It was the beer. I drank too much and lost all my inhibitions. That had to be it.

But fuck that. I only had three, barely enough to feel any buzz at all.

Why the hell didn’t I let Holky pull away? I was usually good at playing it cool, but I went nuts and ruined it all. Caught in a spell too powerful to resist, I enjoyed the game, which would have been fine if I’d followed the plan. Yet as soon as I sensed Holky backing away for real, my lips were on his faster than I could think.

And the kiss? Fuck me, it was the best goddamn kiss of my life. Now I’d never have another because Holky was uber-pissed at me. Not that I wanted another kiss from him after the way he’d acted like I had the plague, but I… Goddammit, I did want more.

I laid an arm across my eyes, hoping it would somehow still my racing mind, but all it did was block out the light. Darkness pressed against me while I wondered what I could say to Holky to make it up to him. We might never be friends again, but maybe we could find a way to live in peace as teammates.

What was that sound? I lay still, listening, wondering if I’d imagined it. There it was again, two soft knocks. Not a pounding or a playful thump, but the kind of hesitant knock you give when you’re not sure if the person on the other side wants to see you.

Well, I didn’t, whoever it was. I turned over and yanked the pillow over my head. If this was more chirping about our big kiss, I couldn’t deal with it tonight.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

HOLKY: Open your door. I’m right outside.

Shit. I smacked the mattress with both hands, like that was going to help. I wasn’t up for a showdown, but maybe it was better to get it over with. We could have it out in private and figure out how to survive each other without blowing up the locker room.

Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled across the floor like a ninety-year-old man. I opened the door, and there he was—no frown, no smile. Holky was in neutral, which somehow made things worse.

I turned without a word and let him follow me in. We stopped in the middle of the room, facing each other. He said nothing—no apology, no explanation, not even one of his awful chirps to break the silence. I waited, but when the moment stretched too long, I caved. “Hey.”

“Hey.” His voice was as neutral as his expression. “I wanted to see you.”

“Why? So you could tell me to fuck off?” He flinched, but I didn’t stop. “I embarrassed you, and I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. We were right on top of each other, and after what almost happened earlier, I lost?—”

“You didn’t embarrass me.”

I scoffed. “It sure seemed like I did. Afterward, you wouldn’t even look at me. You stayed on the opposite side of the elevator like I had a terrible disease, and when we got to our floor, you didn’t even say goodnight. You nodded, Holky. A fucking nod. I’ve gotten more warmth from a vending machine.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was trying to make it look like it was no big deal. You know, sit down and play it off.”

“If that were true, you’d have cracked one of your stupid jokes so we could’ve pretended everything was normal.”

He winced, like I’d nailed him to the wall, which I had. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked.

That hit harder than I expected, and I reeled back. “Why? You want a last one for the road? Make peace with your curiosity before you ghost me for good?”

“Jesus, would you stop being a goddamn drama queen? That isn’t who you are, Dog.”

“You don’t get to define who I am right now.”

“No,” he said, his voice softer. “But I know who you are, and I came here because I missed you.” He glanced away and let a few beats pass before meeting my eyes again. “And because the first kiss wasn’t enough.” His voice cracked, and he swallowed before going on. “I should have looked at you and said something, but I didn’t know what to do. It was the first time I’d ever kissed someone and felt like it might change everything.”

The anger that had been boiling inside me brought itself down to a simmer. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, whether it was revenge, reassurance, another kiss. Maybe all of it, or maybe just him. He’d come back, and that had to mean something. “I’m not a drama queen. Didn’t you come here so we could decide what to tell everyone tomorrow? I know I ruined it all.”

He stared for a heartbeat—eyes sharp, jaw clenched—then crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed me. I barely had time to breathe before he laid siege to my mouth. There was no warmup or hesitation, only full-on battle mode with fierce lips and his heart thundering against my chest. For an instant, I wondered if he was trying to shut me up, but then he tightened his hug and pulled me flush against him.

Holky was all solid muscle pressed against me, and I dug my fingers into his back and clung to him. When he kissed me harder, I caught fire and kissed him back, moaning as I pressed against his mouth.

He answered with a deep hum and slid his tongue along the seam of my lips. Even in the heat of the moment, it was a request, not a demand, but there was no way I could deny him. I opened, and when our tongues met, I sucked his greedily.

My heart went into overdrive as his scent wrapped around me, earthy and warm. When my knees wobbled, I leaned against him to steady myself.

As he deepened the kiss, he slid his hand down to cup my ass, then squeezed. I gasped into his mouth as my body lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree. Every nerve ending crackled, screaming yes, this—more, now.

I wasn’t thinking clearly, but even as my world tilted, I was sure about one thing: there would be no going back after this.

He pulled away and smiled. “Want to feel you.”

I watched as he kicked off his slippers, stripped off his T-shirt and threw it across the room, and then did the same with his workout shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and my heart broke into a trot. Although every perfectly shaped muscle was on display, I was too excited to enjoy the view for long. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again, sliding my tongue into his mouth so I could explore. My dick was harder than Holky’s abs.

When our chests slid together, the delicious sensation of muscle against muscle made us moan. The rasp and tug of our whiskers and the thrill of his cock rubbing against mine had every nerve in my body stretched to the limit. As our tongues played, I smelled him again. The musk of excitement and tang of desire had me on the edge of begging him to take me to bed.

He must have read my mind, because he picked me up—actually lifted me off the floor—and laid me on the mattress. Without breaking the kiss, he lowered himself on top of me, and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone. His brow was sweaty, and I realized I wasn’t the only one burning up from the inside, more desperate by the second for a forbidden pleasure I never imagined I’d want.

I had to have him, feel him with nothing between us. I’d die if we didn’t make each other come. It took an amazing amount of effort to break the kiss and mumble against his lips. “Let’s do what we were about to before.”

“Got to get you naked first.” He rolled off me and got to his knees. “Damn, Dog. You are the finest-looking man I ever saw.” Slipping his fingers under my waistband, he grinned. “I don’t care what fucking happens, we are not moving from this bed.”

“Agreed. Do it.”

A hundred thoughts shot through my mind. Am I big enough? Will he like it? Do I stink? Should I say something or be quiet? Will he make me come? Damn, what if he sucks it?

He inched my boxers down and gasped when my cock jumped up to meet him. His eyes got so big he looked goofy, making me chuckle.

“Hold that thought,” he said as he peeled my underwear down my legs and over my feet.

My cock was standing at a severe angle, nearly touching my belly. For all the stuff I’d done, I’d never been harder than I was at that moment.

He crawled up beside me, still on his knees, then whistled when he looked at my dick. “Now that’s a cock. How the hell did it get so big?”

Relieved he didn’t think I was a shorty, I said, “You’re one to talk. You don’t even have a dick. It’s a fucking utility pole.”

He snickered. “Been checking me out?”

“Not my fault the Warriors didn’t put in private shower stalls. You’ve been watching me too.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen it hard.” He chewed his lips, never taking his eyes off what I had to offer. “Can I touch it?”

Nervous and excited, I broke into a laugh. “That’s what she said. About ten years ago.”

He laughed too, then met my eyes. “Ten years? Damn, that’s the longest dry spell I ever heard of. You must be really hard up.”

“Fuck off, I’ve had plenty. Right now I want more, so touch it.”

He looked at my dick like it might bite before tracing a finger up my shaft. As soon as he made contact, pleasure shot through me so fast it was like a lightning bolt to the brain. My torso arched off the bed. “Ah!”

“Shh. Don’t want to wake anyone. They’ve already had their show for the night.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “And what a great show it was.”

“Fuck yeah.” He angled my cock, looking it over like it was the eighth wonder of the world. “You’ve already got precum.” He touched my slit and moved his finger away, and a sticky string stretched between the tip and his finger. “Damn, Dog.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, but I need more than this. Do something.”

He nodded and swiped his finger around my cockhead, gathering all the precum he could. “This… you made this.”

“No shit.”

He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it. Holy fuck. Girls didn’t usually…

Grinning, he said, “That was good. Make me some more.”

I couldn’t help snickering. “You look proud of yourself.”

He leaned over and kissed me long enough to slide his tongue into my mouth. When he drew away, he asked, “Don’t you think it’s good?”

“I’ve tasted my own before, bud.”

He widened his eyes. “You have?”

“Haven’t you?”

“Let me lie down with you.”

I snorted. “When in doubt, choose deflection.”

It was my turn to inspect his dick, which was as hard as mine. His was long and much thicker than it looked in the shower. Fully erect, it was fatter than mine, and breadth had always been my specialty. “Yup,” I said. “A fucking utility pole.”

“Merry Christmas.”

I chuckled again. No one had ever made me laugh during sex, and I liked it. “Not Christmas yet. Thanksgiving isn’t until later this month.”

He groaned. “No offense, bud, but you’re leaving me throbbing in the wind. Could you touch it or something?”

A line of precum trickled down his shaft, and I couldn’t let him outdo me. I swiped it up and sucked it off my finger.

“Goddamn.” Nate’s voice was raspy. “So fucking hot.”

“Surprisingly sweet, with a slightly musky aftertaste and notes of…” I smacked my lips for dramatic effect. “Notes of salted caramel.”

“Get lost.” He tapped my leg. “Here I am, needing to get laid, and you’re analyzing my precum like it’s fine wine.”

“Fine it is,” I said, “but it ain’t wine.”

We laughed, and his eyes snagged mine. My heart stuttered, then took off in a sprint. “Nate?”

“Chuck?”

I rolled on top of him, and our mouths met in a kiss that obliterated everything else. His body was all heat and hard muscle under me, solid and hairy in places I hadn’t experienced before, and damn if that didn’t make it all hotter. He squirmed beneath me, grinding, and his rough grunt against my lips shot straight to my balls. Our cocks brushed together, and I jerked away from his mouth.

“Jesus!” I was so loud the word bounced off the walls.

“Fuck.” He moved his hips again, and I rolled slightly to the side, giving us an angle we could work with. We locked into a rhythm, each of us thrusting against the other. His cock dragged its weight up my shaft as mine pulled down, and then we’d reverse.

The friction smoothed out—enough but not too much. Angling ourselves had put a little space between us, and he adjusted his hold, tugging my chest snugly against his. The hairs on our legs caught, rough and electric, and I trembled as if I’d been hit with live current.

I kissed him, greedy for more, and when his tongue slipped between my lips, the heat of it burned through me. A groan tore out of me, hovering somewhere between agony and ecstasy. It didn’t take long to realize it was neither; it was pure, untamed lust.

We were still thrusting our cocks together, moving faster now. I was feverish from my nape to my toes, and every time our coronas crossed each other, I shuddered. The tiny pause as each bumped over the other turned up the fire, and we grunted into each other’s mouths every time it happened.

I broke the kiss long enough to catch a breath. “Fucking fantastic.”

“Your dick’s so hard.” Our coronas bumped again, making us both curse. “Love the way it feels,” he said. “So strong.”

He thrust faster, and I tightened my hug, not wanting to part even a fraction of an inch. We were both panting too hard to kiss again, and he buried his face in my throat. I moved faster, matching his pace, and we locked into a rhythm of undulations and curses. Slip, slide, bump, curse. My balls tingled with an early warning alert. Goose bumps bloomed across my shoulders and chased down my back, and that wild, restless itch I’d always loved started behind my dick—hot, aching, and impossible to ignore.

Slip, slide, bump. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I’m close.” Nate was hoarse, and every thrust of his cock took me closer to the edge.

“Gonna come,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah.”

Slip, slide, bump…

“Fuck!” Pleasure exploded inside me, and it felt like all my muscles locked at once. “Shit,” I choked out, firing my first shot.

“Goddammit!” He stopped thrusting as his cum squirted across my cock. We were both coming hard, straining against the other in the most incredible fit of ecstasy I’d ever had. When the shooting stopped, we slumped against each other, gasping for air.

I glanced down and was amazed by the huge amount of cum we’d shot. Our dicks and balls were covered with it. It wasn’t long until my brain restarted and rational thought returned, and as good as I felt, doubt was already creeping in. Should we have done this? Had we ruined our friendship?

At least I didn’t feel the regret I’d had as a teenager after some girl and I would fuck. Back then, I’d always wanted to get away, afraid we’d done something wrong. Tonight was different. It felt right.

Holky was quiet, and I wondered what he was thinking. Would he ever want to do this again? Would he stay with me tonight or go back to his room? If he left, would we talk first or simply wave goodbye?

While I tried to think of something to say, he turned onto his side and put a hand to my cheek. “You okay, Chuck?”

“Yes. You?”

“Mm.” He patted my cheek and slid his hand down to my chest. “Thinking about how good you look after you come, and how much I enjoyed what we did. This may be confusing, but I know all I need to for now.”

My heart thudded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I needed to hear what he was about to say, but I was terrified it might wreck me. “What’s that?”

“You’re amazing. My personal life’s sucked for so long I stopped believing anything else was possible. But things have changed.” He smiled faintly and started playing with one of my nipples. “Now you’ve got me thinking maybe it could all be okay. I don’t have the right words for what this is, and I’m not ready to slap a label on anything, but I’d really like to keep… us.”

My brain was spinning, but if I understood him correctly, he wasn’t running away. It actually sounded like he was trying to stay.

“You mean sex?” I asked.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.” His voice dropped. “But more than that too. I don’t want to feel alone anymore. I want to be here for each other. Is that something you’d want? It would make me so happy.”

Fuck. After what he’d said, I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. “Being with you feels right. Downstairs, I remembered you were going to back away. I didn’t mean to kiss you, but my body took over. I wanted you— want you. And as for labeling shit, fuck that. We’d be the blind leading the blind because neither of us has a clue about what’s going on.”

“We know we like each other, and the sex is… shit, it’s momentous .”

I nodded. “You have a way with words, Nate. Momentous is exactly right.”

“Have you noticed something?”

I shook my head.

“Chuck and Nate. We’ve switched to Chuck and Nate tonight. I think that says a lot.”

“I hadn’t thought about it, but you’re right.”

“Can we call each other by our real names, at least when we’re alone? Don’t laugh, but it makes me feel seen. Holky gets old.”

“You think I’d laugh when I drag around a nickname like Mad Dog ? I’d like to be Nate and Chuck.”

“Good.” He chuckled. “And so you know, Chuck, that orgasm was A-plus. I was afraid I’d pass out if I didn’t stop shooting.”

“Same, in case you couldn’t tell. I came so hard I nearly went blind.”

He snickered. “I can beat that. Never came so hard in my life.”

Our eyes locked. That was admitting a lot, and if he was going to be honest, so could I. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I do you, and I didn’t even know it was possible to come that hard.”

“Well, well.” He put on a shit-eating grin. “Look at us. Maybe we aren’t as straight as we thought we were, at least for now. I think more experimentation is necessary to confirm that.”

“I’m game.”

He rolled on top of me, our mess be damned. We took our time kissing, and when we broke for air, he bounced his eyebrows. “Since we agree on things, let’s try it again.”

My dick, which had never quite gone down, roared back to life. “That’s a damn fine idea.”

* * *

It was still dark when I woke, and everything was quiet. Nate was tucked in against me, his breath warm against my chest, with one leg slung over mine and a hand curled lightly on my stomach. We were a mess of limbs and shared heat, and the sheet had long since abandoned us, pooled somewhere at the foot of the bed.

I lay still, afraid to break whatever spell the night had cast. Across the room, the window glowed faintly as a thin wash of gray bled into the dark sky beyond the frozen river. The snow had stopped. Everything outside looked hushed and soft, a perfect mirror of the quiet wrapped around us here.

The events of last night were still brilliant in my mind. I’d had sex before—good sex. But last night wasn’t merely good; it was a brand-new category, all laughter and breathless moans and clumsy touches that had somehow turned graceful when we found our rhythm. I moaned when I remembered the sound he made when he came.

Needing to piss, I carefully inched away from him. He made a soft, unhappy noise and shifted, burrowing his face into the pillow I’d left behind. I paused, watching his back rise and fall, and let the scene wash over me.

It was 6:30 when I checked my phone. Criswell had texted—bus call at 11:00. I glanced back at Nate. Watching him made something flare deep in my chest. Last night had changed something in me. Not just the sex—though that had rocked my world—but the way everything felt: easy and natural. With women, I’d sometimes thought I needed to remain strong, not make much noise or say anything. It had been the opposite with Nate, as if he’d wanted me to be myself.

I had no regrets, but nerves still jangled in my gut. What if he woke and… did what? Smiled and said it was fun but not for him? That we should forget it and move on?

I’d tell him the truth either way because he deserved to know how I felt, and I wanted to see what came next. If he felt half of what I did, we were in for one hell of a ride.

When I returned from the bathroom, Nate was sprawled on his stomach, a perfect display of muscles and golden skin. His face was still buried in the pillow, and his breaths caused his back to rise and fall. I froze, heat blooming low in my gut as my gaze dropped to the perfect curve of his ass, bare and inviting. Every slow inhale parted the crease slightly, then closed it again, a slow, steady rhythm that made my cock throb with need.

I crossed the room without thinking, lowered myself to the bed, and pressed a kiss to one cheek, then the other. His skin was warm and salty, still carrying the taste of sweat and sex. I dragged my mouth up the center of his spine, chasing a faint tremor that moved through him with every breath.

When I reached the back of his neck, he made a low, rough sound in his throat—a moan of pleasure or a groan of protest?

“You alive?” I asked.

A grunt. Then, “Barely.”

“Last night was incredible, Nate.” My heart thudded, making my voice tremble. “I’m not sorry it happened. I’m glad. Are you… How do you feel about it?”

He turned his head and gave me a lazy grin. “I’m so glad we did it. You were on fire.”

Relief washed over me, but my heart still pounded. “You were too, and I loved it.”

He turned onto his back, and I reached for the water bottle on the nightstand. I took a sip, then offered it to him. After he drank, he set it aside and laid back with a moan.

“I never came so fucking hard in my life as I did last night,” he said. “ Both times.”

I smiled and lay down beside him. “Same.”

We grew quiet and let the moment hold us. His hand found mine, and our fingers tangled. The room was heavy with the smell of what we’d done—our cum, our sweat, our breath. Everything in the air was us.

I rolled onto my side, and my dick got harder. I ran a finger up Nate’s shaft.

He smirked. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I laughed. “Can’t stop thinking about you. How can I with you lying there like that?”

“Same.” He glanced at my dick and chuckled. “Looks like we’re both ready to go. What should we do this time?”

“Hm.” I made a show of thinking it over, like I hadn’t already been. “We talked about jerking off, but we haven’t done it yet.”

He bounced his eyebrows. “Why are we wasting time, then?”

We sat against the headboard and positioned ourselves with our shoulders pressed together and our legs stretched out in front of us.

“Jesus,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around my cock. “After last night, I don’t know how I still have anything left.”

“Shut up and stroke it,” he said, already palming himself and watching me.

We started with slow, lazy pulls. My hand slid up and down, pausing at the top to spread the precum around and work it in. Nate was doing the same, and the sound alone was filthy.

“Your cock should play hockey, Dog. He’s a real warrior.”

“Like yours fucking isn’t?”

“They should make their own team, the Cock Warriors.”

“I think they already did. Yours is the captain.”

He snorted. “Does that make yours the goalie?”

“Fuck no. He doesn’t want to stop any of your shots.”

We laughed, then grew quiet again as we upped the tempo. I jerked with my right hand and used my left to play with my balls. Nate noticed and did the same. Without trying, we synced—jerking at the same speed, down and up several times, followed by a pause to play with our precum.

“When did you start jacking off?” he asked.

“Twelve. Don’t think I’ve missed five days since. How about you?”

“I was twelve too. I’d been playing with it for a while, but nothing ever happened. Then one day, it felt a lot better than it had been, and I shot everywhere. Surprised me so much I yelled.”

“Fuck. Somebody hear you?”

“No, thank God I was home alone.” He stopped jerking long enough to spit in his hand, then switched to a backhand grip. That had never worked for me, but judging from the way he moaned, he loved it.

He was sweating, and his face was flushed and slack with pleasure. His mouth hung open, and his breath caught every few strokes.

“You like watching me jerk it?” he asked.

“Fuck yes. You’re gorgeous like this, all spread out for me.”

He was panting by then. “Say more. Talk dirty to me.”

My hand moved faster on my dick. “I want to see your cum all over that rugged chest. I want to lick it up and make you taste it on my tongue. You like that?”

He moaned and switched back to his regular grip. “Fuck yeah.”

“You gonna come first?” I asked between pants. “Fall apart for me while I watch?”

He stroked faster, keeping his eyes focused on my cock. “I’m so close already.”

I leaned toward him and whispered, “Think about last night, about having me under you. Remember how amazing it was rubbing our cocks together? You were so fucking hard, I’d have come even if I hadn’t been moving. I liked it, seeing you come apart, feeling like I was about to blow every time you thrust against me. Did you like how I screamed your name when I came the second time? Shit, we both shot so much we found cum on your neck and didn’t even know who it belonged to.”

“Shit, Chuck?—”

“I like the way you smell this morning. Sex and sweat. You stink like you just had a hard game.”

“You love it?”

“Fuck yeah. Totally doing it for me. Have you ever jerked off at the barn? Maybe in the shower when no one else was around?”

“Mm. In college.”

“Fuck.” My hand was flying up and down my cock. “What’d you think about?”

“How I might’ve liked…” He glanced at my eyes, then looked back at me jerking off. “Maybe somebody watching me.”

“ I’m watching you now, loving how you play with your big dick. It’s so thick, and I like the way you squeeze tighter when you’re near the top. Love the sounds you make. Want me to sneak and watch you when we get back home?”

“Jesus Christ !” His head lolled back as his strokes became erratic. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m?—”

He came hard, hips jerking as he shot thick white ropes across his stomach and chest. His mouth fell open, and he moaned my name like it was a fucking prayer.

Watching him come like that—hearing the way he said my name—was too much. My orgasm tore through me, so powerful I thought it might rip me apart. I shouted his name while I shot heavy streams of cum across my belly.

We slumped sideways against each other, moaning softly while our chests heaved. For a while, we were still, sitting there in our mess—slick, sticky, and completely wrecked.

Eventually, Nate groaned. “Fuck. That was…”

“Yeah. Holy shit.”

He cupped my face and pulled me into a kiss. We were too breathless to make it last long, and when we broke for air, he asked, “How are you doing?”

I laughed weakly. “Can’t feel my legs.”

“You don’t need them. I’ll just lick you until you beg for more.”