Chapter 14

“Your ass is so sweet.” That’s what John would whisper in Nick’s ear as he played him. Nick’s thighs would strain, feet digging into the surface beneath him, every muscle tensed as he rocked, caught in the heaven of John’s hands.

He’d want these few moments to last. Would need to imprint them on his mind and body, the better to hold the memory close. But Nick knew he was weak. He’d give in, uttering a soft whisper to John when he loomed over him in the darkness.

“Please,” he’d beg in a broken voice. His thoughts trembling with the heat of the fever surging through him.

“What?”

He could hear John’s reply. Calm and composed while his hands moved with sure knowledge over Nick’s body.

“Now. Right now.” Nick would arch and moan, unable to wait another moment. “Make me come.”

And John would give him what he needed. Everything crashing together until Nick shuddered; a fleeting second in a perfect moment of oblivion.