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I snort and can’t hide my smile.
“Plus, maybe we can be friends who cuddle sometimes and also fuck when the time allows.” He walks up and stops when my hoodie brushes his stomach. We’re eye to eye and the challenge he’s wearing is almost daring me to say no so he can convince me to change my mind, but fuck, I really miss human contact.
“Cuddle, you say?” I question, and he grins.
Nick slides a hand under my hoodie and scratches lightly over my abs. I suck in my stomach on instinct and close the distance between us.
“I’m not sure how I’ll keep my hands to myself, but I’m willing to give it a shot if it helps.”
I smile and grip his hips. “So generous of you.”
“I’m a generous guy.” His other hand palms my ass and kneads the muscle. “But if you baby talk me, we’re fucking.”
“Baby talk?” Confusion contorts my face. What the hell is he talking about?
“Yeah. That baby talk thing you do.” Nick looks at me like I’m the crazy one, but I have no idea what’s happening right now. “At the club when you were about to come and earlier today before we got naked.”
Oh shit.
I did do that.
“And you’re into that?” I’m not sure what I want his answer to be. It’s kind of weird, right? I’m a twenty-five-year-old man.
Nick grinds his dick into my hip. He’s fucking hard again already.
“Oh yeah.”
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Nick
Ilike sex. I like to touch. I’m not ashamed of that, and I don’t understand when others are. Humans are designed to need each other. We aren’t meant to live in solitude.
I settle back on my bed, sitting against my headboard with pillows behind me, and Joey leaning against my chest. The Amazing Spider-Man is playing on my TV at the foot of my bed while my hand is inside the neck of his hoodie, stroking his skin.
Joey scoots up, laying his head on my shoulder, and my free hand moves to his waist to play with the exposed skin. I run my fingers through the brown hair of his happy trail and caress the skin between his hip bones.
I’m zoned out, watching the movie, the movements of my hands a comforting repetitive motion I lose track of, so it takes me a while to realize Joey keeps shifting and isn’t relaxed.
Leaning my cheek against his hair, I speak quietly in his ear. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re driving me nuts,” he grits out and grabs my wrist.
I finally tear my eyes away from the movie and glance down at him. There’s a hard ridge in his jeans that makes my mouth water. I want another taste of him.
“I’m gonna make you feel good,” I groan into his ear and reach for the button on his jeans. It gives easily, and I reach inside, grazing over his straining cock to cup his balls and roll them around with my fingers.
Joey moans and turns his face into my neck while his hips rock against my hand. His instinctual movements are sexy as hell. The way he moves because he just can’t keep still, the way his breathing hitches, and the sounds . . . holy fuck, the sounds. I’ve never been with a guy who makes so much noise. I didn’t know I liked it so much.
He bites my neck and moans with my skin between his teeth, sending a vibration through me.
“Fuck,” I groan, wrapping my hand around his cock and pulling it from his jeans. I widen my legs to give him more room to spread his, but he doesn’t take my hint. “Open up.”
Joey bends his knees and lets them fall open. I love the way he listens, just submits to what I want without question. He’s perfect for me.
“Such a good boy.” His dick throbs at my words, and I smile. Finding out what makes him tick is fun. I tighten my grip on him, stroking him slow but hard to drive him a little crazy.
“Please,” he whines, that baby talk coming out that gets me hard as fuck.