by Shannon West
Nick smiled wolfishly. He gave the tip of Carter’s cock another little lick. “Say please, baby.”
Carter squirmed a little, but finally said it quietly, whispering under his breath. “Please.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Nick bent down and nipped very gently at his erection. When Carter screamed and jumped, he laughed and licked him from the bottom of his shaft to the top, ending on the sensitive head with another of those rolling licks. The ones that caused Carter to buck his hips and whimper.
Nick turned him back over and continued to prepare him with his fingers. He took his time, going slowly and gently, until Carter began to move restlessly. With one hand, Nick held him steady, nudging the tip of his big penis inside him, whispering to him as he gently, slowly filled him.
“Try to relax. It always hurts the first time, but I’ll try to go nice and slow. Push out a little, baby. Yeah, like that.”
Carter was moaning beneath him, but he felt Nick’s hand checking him again to make sure his cock was still hard. Nick pushed ever so gently inside him, then held still, allowing him to get used to being filled. “Are you okay? Want me to pull out?”
“No, no, I like being this way with you.”
Nick would know what he felt—the slick pressure, the exquisite relief when he pulled back, but the aching need to feel the pressure again. Nick kept up a slow, sensuous pace.
“Nick, I need...”
“What do you need baby? Tell me.”
“I need you to hold me down and take me. Hard. I need it hard.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Just please do it harder. I need it harder.”
Nick began to thrust harder, raking over Carter’s prostate, barely tickling and stimulating the nerves there until Carter began to scream his pleasure.
“Oh my God!”
“You like that, baby?”
“Oh Jesus!” Carter groaned. “What is that? Oh God! Don’t stop.”
Nick found his prostate again, and Carter arched his body up, as if trying to hold himself at the same angle. He was breathing hard and moaning now. Nick laughed softly. “You like that, huh? Right here? Or should I move back like this?”
“No, Nick, don’t tease! I hate you—oh I love you. Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Don’t stop? You mean like this?” Nick pulled back, almost pulling out. Carter cried out again.
“No. Please!”
“Tell me you love me again.”
“I love you! Please!”
“Tell me you can’t live without me...”
“Oh God.”
Nick wagged in and out a little. “Tell me...”
“Okay! I can’t live without you! Please, Nick.”
Nick pulled out again and then drove his cock hard and fast inside him over and over until Carter began to shudder and cry out. Nick grabbed Carter’s cock in his hand. As Carter’s orgasm began, Nick pumped him until the last drop spilled out of him. Then he arched his back as his own orgasm came and he pulled Carter as close as he could.
Collapsing down on top of Carter, still deep inside him, Nick breathed raggedly. He pulled Carter closer, nuzzling his neck.
“I love you, baby. I’ve always loved you.”
“I love you too,” Carter mumbled, already half asleep beneath him. Nick lay on top of him, their bodies still sticky with cum and sweat. Carter decided he’d wake up soon to get cleaned up, but for now he just wanted Nick to hold him. “Mine,” Carter heard him say, right before he drifted down to sleep.
****
Two days later, on Christmas morning, they woke up early and Carter served Nick breakfast in bed, saying it was the first of his Christmas surprises. They made love afterward, but when Nick wanted them to take a shower together, Carter had said he had to get the Christmas turkey in the oven.
“I want our dinner to be perfect. Let me go get all that started and I’ll just use the guest bathroom to wash off.”
He danced away, laughing as Nick reached for him. “No seriously. I want everything to be perfect.”
“I don’t know how much more perfect I can stand. Having you here with me like this, is all I could ask for.”
Carter blew him a kiss from the door, but wouldn’t be enticed back in the bedroom, so Nick showered without him, got dressed and walked out to the living room. They had a tree now that Carter had brought in the day before when he went to town and was gone for hours. “Doing last minute things for Christmas,” he’d said cryptically, when Nick asked why he’d been gone so long.
Carter looked up as Nick came in. He was sitting under the tree shaking presents.
“Are you ready to open yours?” Nick asked, smiling indulgently at him.
“Yes, please.” He tore into them with excitement, exclaiming over every present. Nick had been busy at the mall too, doing his own last-minute shopping. He’d bought a couple of clothing items for Carter—a sapphire blue cashmere sweater and a soft leather jacket. A gift certificate to Barnes and Noble, so he could buy himself some books, along with another gift certificate to Starbuck’s. It was the smallest box, however, that caused Carter to jump up and throw his arms around Nick’s neck.
When he’d been thoroughly kissed, Nick smiled down at him. “It’s only a promise ring—I wanted you to know how serious I am about you. But I didn’t want to freak you out and make you run again.”
“Oh, babe,” Carter said, his face falling as he looked up at him. “I don’t want to waste another minute of our lives together. Please don’t think I’m going to leave.”
“I’m trying,” Nick said softly.
“I know. And your gift from me is something I think might reassure you.”
He stood up and took his shirt off, then turned and looked back over his shoulder at Nick. “Ta da! What do you think?”
On his shoulder, in a bold script was written Nick Darby . The letters of the tattoo were an inch tall. “I got your name tattooed on me. I would have put ‘Property of’ but I thought that was a little tacky. But what do you think?”
“Baby...” Nick said softly, with tears in his eyes. “You put my name on you.”
“Because I’m yours. So just get over this stupid idea that I’m going to leave some day. I’m permanent. Just like this tattoo.”
Nick pulled Carter over to sit in his lap and traced it lightly with his finger. “It’s beautiful. The guy did a great job.”
“He was afraid not to. I told him my boyfriend was a big, tough war hero, so he better not mess it up.”
“Your boyfriend, huh?”
“That’s right.” He looked down at his new platinum band. “My fiancé.”
Nick stood to kiss the skin all around the large tattoo. “I can’t wait to see it when it’s all healed up.”
“In the meantime, it hurts like a bitch, but it’s worth it if you like it.”
“I love it. It’s very sexy.”
“Not as sexy as my ring.”
He gently kissed Carter again, heat and need in every touch of their lips, until Carter pulled away suddenly with a little squeak. “Oh, wait! My stuffing! I have to put it in right now.”
“Okay,” Nick said, smiling at him. “I’m going to refrain from comment. But if you need some help with that, I’m your man.”
The End
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Shannon West lives in the southern United States, and is a lover and avid reader of M/M romances. She has four children, including a gay son, who is absolutely horrified that she writes sex scenes. Shannon began writing gay romance a few years ago, and now has over ninety short stories, novellas, and novels to her credit. Her stories have been translated into French, Italian, and even one Japanese Yaoi. Her favorite genre is paranormal and most of her characters don’t get really interesting to her until they grow a tail. Shannon loves men and everything about them, and writes Romance (with a capital R) unashamedly and unabashedly. She believes, in the words of Helen Steiner Rice that “love is
the answer that everyone seeks, love is the language that every heart speaks.” But she also believes wholeheartedly in the words of Woody Allen, that love may be the answer, but “while you’re waiting for that answer, sex raises some pretty interesting questions.” Shannon mostly spends her days at the keyboard, ably assisted by her cats, Scarlett and Taz, and eluding housework, which stalks her relentlessly .
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