Savior:A Tattered Club Story(51)

When the warm fluid oozed over his fist in gushing cascades, Niko’s dick throbbed, pulsed until it felt so full he wasn’t going to be able to pull out with each thrust. As Ethan’s back settled onto the bed, Niko gently stoked the length, careful not to rub the sensitive tip.

“Will you come for me?” Ethan ran his warm hands along Niko’s biceps. The light caress was innocent, making Niko war with the sensation. The comfort in the touch was what he imaged home would feel like, but he really had nothing to draw from to compare.

He drew Niko down, down until he braced his forearms on either side of Ethan’s head. Tiny nibbles tickled his ear. The misty heat of a whisper floated into his ear. Niko couldn’t decipher what he was saying, but he sensed the rise and fall of his stomach against his own, the sensation a constant reminder they were joined.

The coil in his cock tightened, the thickness growing heavy and ready. “Fuck, Ethan, fuck. I have to blow. Jesus, I want to do it inside you.” Ethan’s channel spasmed, or was it his cock? Where one began the other didn’t end. When he brought his knees up and tightened his thighs against Niko’s sides the world went black. Nothing else mattered. Not the shop, not the guys, not the bullet lodged in his father’s leg, and not the cold-hearted bitch who didn’t defend her son against a predator. All was right and calm in Ethan’s arms.

He reared back, plunging one last time as the rhythm of his semen leaking into the condom took hold. His arms locked, his head tucked against Ethan’s chest as he let out a sound like nothing he’d ever done before. Panting, sweating, shaking, he lifted his head and let the last wave of pleasure sift from his limbs.

The speck of light in the shadowed darkness was Ethan’s grinning lips. “You came back to me. You scared me. I thought you’d passed out.”

The heat in his face intensified, and it had nothing to do with the inferno he’d exhausted while fucking. “I’m good. You good?” He leaned on one elbow and, with the other hand, played with a strand of hair on Ethan’s forehead.

“Yeah, really good. You must lift a thousand pounds because you weight as much as a house.” He laughed and smacked Niko’s thick chest. “Next time how about you give the little guy a warning before you smash him?”

Niko rolled over. “God, I’m sorry. Hit me in the head next time.” He’d said next time more than once tonight and the fact should bother him, but it brought more peace than anything.

“So.” Ethan rolled onto his side, letting his hand explore the line of hair below Niko’s belly button. “How was it to lose your virginity?”

Niko laughed, tugging on the back of his head to drop him down for a quick kiss. “All right.”

Ethan smacked his arm and scrambled to get up and straddle his narrow waist. “All right?” He playfully struggled when Ethan pinned his hands against the bed. “You might be stronger than me, but no one can suck your dick like I can so you’d better be nice, big man.”

“That so?” Niko popped up and wrestled him to the bed. Peppering kisses all over Ethan’s neck made this whole damn situation feel like two boyfriends having a fun night together. Desperate to erase the dark road his mind was traveling, he changed the subject. “You made tacos, right? I’m starving.”

Ethan stilled. He looked between their bodies where Ethan was rubbing their cocks together. “Can we go again later?”

Without control, he pressed his groin into Ethan’s hand. “Yes.” He’d just sealed his fate. He was someone’s fucking boyfriend.





CHAPTER NINE



Ethan rolled over onto his back, flinching when the soreness gripped his ass. Maybe they shouldn’t have gone for round three. Niko had rolled over several times throughout the night and whispered in his ear how much he needed to be inside him. Ethan couldn’t deny the man. Not that he’d had an abundance of experiences, but he knew enough to recognize Niko was the best fuck he’d ever had.

With closed eyes, he reached over to run his hand over the warmth of the strong chest lying next to him. Nothing but a cold mattress met his hand. This meant one thing and he could punch himself for giving in to the delusion of last night. After the second time, Niko had slid inside, he’d spoken of future dates and romantic nights.

Ethan rested his forearm over his face. He’d been fooled again. His heart tightened with the familiar break. Who was he kidding? Promises made in the moments of lust. Nothing should be trusted when someone was getting off.

The phone in the pocket of his jeans chimed. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and rolled out of bed to stop the annoying sound. He swiped the screen.