Home: Ky & Nick (Six Degrees Book 1)

by Sandy Smith

  Oh dear God, the man is going to kill me.

  I shuffled my knees forward to get in a better position and tapped my cock on his outstretched tongue. His eyes begged me for more. I pushed in slowly, not wanting to hurt him. Impatiently, he grasped my hips and pulled me forward until my cock hit the back of his throat.

  Jesus Christ.

  All delusions of self-control lost, my hips began to thrust with no conscious thought from me, the wet heat encompassing my cock dragging me further in. As I held myself in as far as I could, Nick swallowed around me, the look of complete debauchery almost enough to tip me over the edge. I reluctantly pulled back. It killed me to stop, but I didn’t want to finish yet. I sat back on his thighs and leaned forward towards his lips. He met me in a messy desperate kiss.

  “Nick?”

  “Baby?”

  “I don’t want to finish like this. I…. I want you to fuck me.”

  Nick blinked but didn’t respond. He blinked again.

  “Please.” I didn’t think I would have to beg, but I was willing to. Now that I had started to think about it, it’s all I could think about. I needed to feel it. I needed to feel it with Nick.

  “Are you sure? I would hate it if I thought you were doing this because you thought I wanted it. I don’t want your first time bottoming to be something you didn’t really want. That would kill me. It would kill us.”

  And just like that, a wave of cold water crashed over me. My throat constricted, and I felt cold, naked. Nick must have noticed something because his hands ran up my back. “Baby? You okay? I’m not saying I don’t want to—I just...”

  I stood quickly from his lap and fumbled with my pants to do them up.

  “Ky? Baby? What did I say wrong?” he pleaded.

  I shook my head. “Nothing, nothing… I… damn it, where’s my shirt?”

  Nick stood and went to reach for me, but he thought better of it and pulled his hand back. I could see the hurt in his eyes and froze. “No, Nick, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one that did something wrong. I did. And I hate—I hate that I ruined this.”

  I didn’t think he believed me, and I felt a little out of control. Before I knew it, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. After a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped his arms around me. The rhythm of his hands running up and down my back soothed me. He didn’t say anything else, probably scared.

  Eventually, I pulled back. “Could you get dressed? I… I need to tell you something about me. And I don’t think I can do it while you’re naked.”

  A quick nod. He picked my shirt up first and handed it to me before pulling his own clothes on. Once he was dressed, he looked at me. Waiting.

  I looked around the room, then sighed and gestured to the couch.

  He sat silently, giving me time to organize my thoughts. I had never meant to make him think I hadn’t ever bottomed before. But now that he thought it, I couldn’t take that step with him while he believed the lie. My chest hurt. I knew Nick and I started as simply sex, but there was more between us now. I didn’t want to lose him. But I honestly couldn’t see this conversation ending any other way. My eyes burned, and I blinked back the tears I stubbornly refused to let fall. I heard Nick swallow, but he still hadn’t said a word.

  I took two more slow breaths and then looked at him. “I need to tell you something, and I need you to let me say it all without you interrupting.” I paused, more to take another breath than really expecting an answer, but he nodded anyway. “I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I had never bottomed before…”

  “But...” He caught himself, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

  “No. I said I had never met anyone I wanted to bottom for, not that I had never done it. I did some stuff when I was younger I’m not proud of. At the time, I didn’t think I had a choice. Maybe I did, and I chose wrong, I don’t know. I need to tell you, but I don’t know how…”

  One more deep breath. I had never told anyone this. I swore I never would. Ant was the only one that knew, only because he was there. “You know Mum met Tim when I was sixteen. Before we moved in with him, we struggled. A lot. Mum had some health issues after I was born which made it really hard to keep a job. Anyway, even once she was doing better, money was tight. She worked as a cleaner. I know I already told you. I’m going to repeat some stuff… but anyway… We struggled to pay for rent and food. Mum had no one to help her. There were days she didn’t eat so I could. I got a part-time job, but it wasn’t enough.”

  I played with my thumbnail. “Where we lived wasn’t great, but it was close to the city, which meant Mum could get to jobs on the bus. When I was fifteen, the rent went up twenty dollars a week. I spoke to the manager, who let me do odd jobs to pay for the extra rent. Then it went up another twenty. He offered another way to pay the rent. And I… there was no way Mum could work more than she was. It was killing her. And I hadn’t told her the first time the rent had gone up, so I couldn’t tell her this time. So… I did it. I nearly threw up the first few times. I mean, it wasn’t the first time I had given a blowjob. But still. Don, the, uhh, the manager, suddenly started fixing the stuff around the place that needed fixing, and Mum was so happy. The communal clothesline got fixed. And the leaking toilet.

  “So then one week Don tells me I owe a mate of his instead of him. And then it happens again. When the washing machine in the laundry broke, and Don said he didn’t have the time or money to fix it, Mum stayed up handwashing all our clothes. Some days her hands were bleeding from cleaning all day and then washing our clothes at night. I helped as much as I could. Anyway, it’s a long stupid story, but after he passed the debt on to friends a few times, it didn’t take long before I was working for him. Until then, I didn’t know he had a side business as a pimp. At first it was only handjobs and blowjobs. But then the money to let them fuck me was there. And it seemed so easy. It, uh… wasn’t.”

  I got up, filled a glass with water, and raised it to my mouth with a shaky hand. I was almost surprised Nick was still sitting there when I walked back. “That’s how I met Ant. He was living on the streets, and he worked for Don. It was safer than working the corner. Anyway, he looked after me and told me which jobs to refuse no matter how good the money was. I hate to think how he knew. Mum thought I was still working at Coles. I… I did that for about eight or nine months until Mum started talking about moving in with Tim. I was terrified he was going to find out. Mum had only gone on a couple of dates I remember before Tim, but guys didn’t really like the idea of a teenage kid. Tim was different. But still, no one wants to be with someone whose kid’s a whore.”

  “Don’t. Don’t call yourself that. Ever.” Nick’s voice was harsh, and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him.

  “I only bottomed a few times when we were really desperate for money. But that doesn’t change the fact that I did it. I’m not… I mean, I know you thought… I… I’m sorry… I wish…”

  I didn’t know what else to say. And honestly, I couldn’t have kept talking even if I did. My stubbornness wasn’t a match for the tears that time. “I’m so sorry,” I croaked.

  “Can I talk now?” Nick’s voice was cold.

  I knew what was coming. There wasn’t really much else he could say. I nodded weakly, exhausted. Resigned.

  His voice was still harsh as he continued. “Whether you ever want to tell me more about what happened is up to you. But don’t you ever, I mean ever apologise to me or anyone else for being forced to do what you had to, to help you and your mum survive. There is nothing inherently wrong with sex work. What is wrong is that you didn’t feel like you had a choice. You were a kid. I hate what you had to do, but that is very, very different to me hating you for doing it. Do you understand?”

  Honestly, I didn’t understand, so I shook my head.

  “Come here please,” and he opened his arms. I hesitated and then leaned towards him slightly. His arms engulfed me, and he held me in a tight warm cocoon u
ntil the tears stopped. My breathing shuddered in my chest as my tears subsided. Nick’s warm arms were still wrapped around me, and one hand rubbed slow soothing circles on my back. It took me a moment to realise we were laying on the lounge; I didn’t remember him stretching us out.

  I sniffed, an incredibly unattractive sound. “Sorry, I need to grab a tissue or go wash my face or something. Nick, I’m...”

  He cut me off. “Don’t you dare.” He nudged me to sit up and then grabbed a couple of tissues from the end table.

  I still felt awful, so I headed to the bathroom to wash my face and stared at it in the mirror for a long moment. My eyes were puffy and red, my face blotchy. I looked and felt like crap. But I had told someone and survived. And for some bizarre reason, he was still here. He hadn’t run. Yet. Maybe he was just in shock, and he would make a polite excuse to leave. But strangely, I didn’t think so.

  I leaned on the counter and gazed at my reflection, trying to work up the courage to face him again. When I turned, I cursed and jumped: Nick was standing in the hall leaning against the wall watching me. I looked at the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes.

  He held a hand out to me. “Come on, baby.” He led me to my room. He must have felt my hesitation because he held both of my hands in his. “I’m going to undress you, okay? Just so we are more comfortable. Jeans do not make the best pyjamas.”

  I nodded, and he slowly took his own shirt and jeans off, leaving himself in his briefs. The way he had to wrestle to remove his jeans almost brought a smile to my face. He then gently lifted my shirt over my head and undid my pants, pushing them down until they fell to my ankles. I was about to kick them off when Nick knelt and lifted one foot at a time to get them off.

  Now that I was naked, Nick pushed his briefs down and kicked them to the side. He gestured for me to lay down, and he laid beside me, manoeuvring us until I was laying on his chest with his arms around me. We didn’t speak. Nick only continued to rub circles on my back, soothing me to sleep.

  When I woke, it was later in the afternoon, based on the angle of the light coming through the window. My eyes felt puffy and my throat sore.

  Nick was still holding me, but his hands were still. I assumed he had fallen asleep until he whispered, “How are you doing?” I shrugged. He kissed the top of my head. “Thank you for telling me. I know it wasn’t easy for you, but I’m glad I know.”

  “I’ve never told anyone before. You’re the only person other than Ant.”

  “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

  I froze. Mum said I did when I was little, but I didn’t know it was still true. I cringed. “What did I say?”

  “Nothing bad,” he chuckled. “Actually, it was more like murmurs this time. Sometimes I catch a few words and I try to work out what you are dreaming about. It’s adorable.”

  “I’m not adorable,” I complained.

  “Yes, you really are. But Ky, you are also beautiful. You must know how hot you are based on the attention you get when you go out. You don’t always acknowledge it, but you must notice. You are kind and generous and protective and sweet. You are giving, and you are incredibly smart. I think you are probably way smarter than you give yourself credit for. And Ky? Being forced to make horrible choices as a fifteen-year-old kid doesn’t take away from any of the other million things that make you, well, you. You shouldn’t have had to do that. But more importantly, you really need to stop thinking you are a bad person because of it. Okay?”

  My stomach tingled, and a weird heat spread through my chest. I kissed him. “Thank you.”

  He smiled, reaching his left hand up to scratch my head through my short hair. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. When his hand drifted down to my neck, I turned my face and kissed his chest where my head had been. And I continued kissing his chest. Only light kisses, up his chest to his neck, where I sucked, but not hard enough to leave a mark and embarrass him at work on Monday. I kissed along his jaw as he tilted his head up to give me better access, and then finally I kissed his sweet soft lips. He kissed me back, but without heat, not pushing for more.

  I was still drained from the stress of our earlier conversation, but I needed more of him. I needed to feel closer. Continuing to kiss him, I leaned over and slowly lifted up so I was lying on top of him. I rested on my elbows to keep some of my weight off him, and my legs straddled his. When I needed more air, I broke the kiss and mouthed my way to his ear, where I nibbled and sucked on the lobe. I traced my teeth down his neck, and when I bit harder, his hips thrusted up into mine.

  “Fuck, sorry, ignore my body. I think there is some kind of peculiar nerve pathway that leads right from that spot on my neck to my groin. It’s involuntary.”

  “Really?” I looked into his eyes “That’s interesting. I should investigate further. You know. For science.” And I bit on the same sport and sucked. His hips did in fact give a twitch, and the response of my cock was not so little anymore.

  I adjusted my position slightly so our cocks lined up together, and I kept kissing and nibbling on his neck, rotating my hips enough to glide my cock along his. Taking my time, I worked my way back up to his lips, where our leisurely kisses became hotter and deeper. My cock was almost completely hard now, and he wasn’t faring much better. I tweaked one of his nipples, and he hissed in surprise, breaking the kiss.

  Leaning my forehead on his, my hips begin to move faster, our combined precum enough to smooth the friction of our cocks moving together. Nick’s hands moved down to my hips, not controlling, only digging his fingers in as my arse flexed with each thrust. I kissed him one more time, hard, and whispered, “Nick, please. Please tell me you’re still willing to fuck me.”

  “Fuck, Ky, I hope you are sure because I want you so much, baby.”

  He looked at me, obviously trying to decide if I was being sincere, and I offered him a small smile. “I want to feel you inside me. Please.”

  Moaning, he closed his eyes and thrust his hips up against me. I reached over to the bedside table where the lube sat out. Nick was the only other person that came in my room, so hiding it seemed pointless. The condoms, however, were in the bedside table where I put them this morning. I ripped the plastic off and opened the pack, grabbing one out. I straddled Nick again, and before I could open the condom, he grabbed it, ripped it open, and rolled it on.

  “Baby, lay on your back.”

  I did as I was told, bending my knees with my feet flat on the bed. Nick knelt between them, his face a picture of concentration as he squeezed lube onto his fingers. He circled my hole slowly, not pushing in.

  I arched my back with pleasure. Then, when I needed more, I lifted my legs towards my chest. “Nick, more, please. I… I use toys sometimes. You’re not going to hurt me.”

  Lifting his head to meet my eyes, he pushed one finger in, agonizingly slowly. Nick’s fingers were slimmer than mine and certainly smaller than the small dildo I had played with, but having someone else doing it was mind-blowing. “God, Nick, that feels good. So good. I’ve never… never had someone else’s fingers… I...”

  My mind went blank, and jolts of electricity ran through me when Nick crooked his finger and found my prostate. “I… oh God… fuck… Nick… Jesus.”

  My rambling continued as he rubbed slow circles over my prostate. I groaned in protest when that magical finger disappeared, but then he eased two fingers in and out. By the time he added a third, I was a mumbling mess interspersed with a moan when he brushed his fingers in exactly the right spot. “Nick, more, please, you. More of you.”

  Nick eased his fingers from my body and added a little more lube to his cock, stroking slowly up and down to make sure it was coated. He leaned forward and lined himself up.

  “Nick?” I whispered.

  I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted to see his eyes. He must’ve known because he lifted his eyes and held mine as he pushed forward, too gently at first and then a little more so he popped through that ring of muscle. Breathing throu
gh the ache, I nodded for him to continue. His eyes never left mine as he slowly pushed all the way in until his hips were pressed against mine. Then he closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to my shoulder.

  Before he moved again, Nick opened his eyes and looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction. He slowly rocked his hips before pulling out and pushing back in. I felt so full, but I had honestly never even imagined it being like this. There was none of the pain I remembered. Sure, there was definitely a bit of a burn, but it was a welcome burn, and I needed even more. It wouldn’t have been like this with anyone else, but why had I waited so long with Nick? The warmth, the burn, the fullness pushed me to crave more. “More, fuck, Nick. More.”

  To try to get him deeper, I tilted my hips up, and he adjusted his angle to hit my prostate. I almost couldn’t keep holding my legs as the light burst behind my eyes and the electricity flowed through me with each thrust. “Oh God, oh fuck.”

  As Nick’s thrusts sped up, I continued to mumble curses. Nick pushed my legs even higher, allowing him to go unbelievably deep. I reached my hands up and braced against the headboard. Sweat dripped from the tip of Nick’s nose onto my chest, and his groans and moans turned to curses. “Shit, baby, grab your dick. I need you to come. I can’t hold on. I need—fuck, so hot, so fucking hot. I need to come—”

  Just as desperate as Nick sounded, I reached down with one hand and had barely grasped my cock when he hit my prostate again and again. My vision blanked, and my body tensed as I came in waves, shooting across my stomach, my chest, my shoulder.

  I cried out a curse as Nick’s thrusts became erratic, and then he tensed and held himself inside me as deep as he could go while he released.

  As he came down from his orgasm, Nick released my legs and slumped down on top of me, oblivious to the fact he had landed in my cum. My legs dropped to the bed, and I cringed at the mild cramp in my hips. I tried to adjust my position to relax my hips, but Nick was still on top of me, still inside me, and I winced at the pain when I tensed my muscles to try and move.