Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (147 page)

lapped at the damp slit of his cock, and then lowered his head to

tongue Tad’s balls.

“Oh fuck,” Tad hissed. “You’re not.”

“If you tell me you don’t like it,” Nick said, his voice muffled

between Tad’s thighs.

Choosing silence as his answer, Tad dropped back on the bed,

surrendering to Nick’s mouth. Nick’s lips sent shivers from Tad’s

balls all the way up his spine with each touch, and when Nick snuck

lower, his tongue lashing out to tease that soft patch of skin behind

Tad’s balls, Tad decided he’d definitely lie to invoke Nick’s

guarantee. If that didn’t work, he had a couple of silk ties in his

suitcase just in case he had to dress up for dinner. They had room

service for meals, so the ties could be used as restraints instead,

because Tad wasn’t going to leave his room again for the rest of the

trip. And neither would Nick.

Tad started pumping himself faster. He’d managed three quick

strokes before Nick grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“What’s your rush?” Nick asked. He rose to his feet, his hands

exploring the thick muscles and light downy hair of Tad’s legs. As his

touch neared Tad’s crotch, Nick veered off, touching hips, stomach,

waist, ribs, and then higher to rub his palms lightly over Tad’s

nipples.

Tad sucked in a breath and moved into Nick’s touch. The man

knew his body better than he did. Impossible, and yet Nick’s touch

felt like that of an old, familiar lover. No, not quite, because the spark

was strong and bright, the heat fresh. There was nothing routine about

the desire building to a crescendo within Tad’s body. As Nick leaned

over him, Tad met his gaze wondering if Nick was as close as he was

to maximum sensitivity. The man’s body had responded so well, so

clearly, out on the balcony, and truly, throughout the evening to more

civilized signals, and now, while in charge, Tad couldn’t tell what the

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man thought about any of this, other than his willingness to make Tad

squirm and moan.

Nick tweaked his nipples with a playful twist, as if he wanted to

test Tad’s lines and limits. Tad grabbed his wrists and pulled them

apart, throwing Nick off balance. Nick fell, sprawling over Tad with a

grunt. Tad released him to wrap his arms around Nick’s waist, his

palms pressing up Nick’s spine as he delighted in the weight of the

man over him.

“What was that for?” Nick scowled but Tad didn’t believe he

offended the man.

“Kiss me.”

The frown flipped to a smile instantly, and then Nick tilted his

head and pressed their mouths together. Tad ran his tongue along the

seam of Nick’s lips, silently begging for entry. Nick acquiesced,

opening to Tad with a soft sigh. Despite the flesh to flesh contact from

chest to thighs, Tad succumbed to the simple, erotic pleasure of the

kiss. Nick tasted like coffee and wine and sweet desserts. His warm

mouth welcomed while their tongues tangled together in slow sensual

curves and twists.

When Tad needed more, it hit him with the sudden force of a brick

through a window. The lazy but pleasant cocoon wrapped around

them shattered with intense urgency. Tad rolled with Nick still in his

arms. Flipping Nick onto his back, Tad followed, pressing him down

on the mattress with the lips an inch apart.

“Damn, Tad,” Nick said. He lifted his head and stole another

quick kiss. “You have addicting lips.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Nick smiled. His hands roved over Tad’s biceps and shoulders,

squeezing hard muscles with obvious appreciation painting on his

expression. “I was starting to wonder if you were one of those guys

who hate kissing.”

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“Not at all. Why would you think that?” Tad rested his weight on

Nick, and the larger man didn’t seem to mind having a human blanket.

His touch set Tad’s skin on fire, insisting he crave more and more.

“You ducked me twice on the way here. I’ve been dying to taste

those lips since the hostess dropped you at our table.” Again, Nick

lifted his head to capture Tad’s mouth. He lingered with chaste, gentle

kisses while his body undulated beneath Tad, reminding him that they

both wanted – no, needed – something much, much more.

“I’m not out,” Tad said, and then to avoid any argument about it,

he pressed his mouth to Nick’s, tongue probing, and soft, urgent

groans slipping from his throat.

When Tad let him breathe again, Nick showed no interest in

discussing closet status. He squeezed Tad’s ass and ground their hips

together. He panted short, quick gulps of air, and hearing the sounds

of Nick’s excitement made Tad realize he too needed release soon.

His hips rolled of their own volition, sliding their cocks together with

dry, yet enticing friction.

Tad lifted his weight just enough to squeeze a hand between them.

He brushed his fingers lightly along the length of Nick’s cock, making

the man shiver and buck up against his touch. Nick moaned

unintelligible words, but Tad didn’t need to hear them. He understood

the intent. More. Good. Both. He mentally shrugged. It didn’t matter

because Nick was much more responsive when Tad took over the

lead. His handsome man preferred submission, and while Tad

couldn’t care less who led as long as they both got off, he craved more

of Nick’s whimpering moans, surprised gasps, and hungry kisses.

With his mouth covering Nick’s neck and shoulder with nips,

licks, and kisses, Tad gave his cock a couple of quick strokes and then

spread pre-cum down the shaft to ease their rutting. Nick’s reactions

intensified and, for a moment, Tad wasn’t sure the man would let him

spread the natural lube enough for a chafing free session, but he

managed to finish just as Nick bucked up, lifting his ass off the bed

and nearly throwing Tad off of him.

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“I can’t get enough of your touch,” Nick said with a growl to his

voice. He grabbed handfuls of Tad’s ass, pulling him down, grinding

their cocks together. “Tad.” He paused, gasping after a breath. “God,

you got all the right moves.”

Tad smiled against Nick’s neck. “Ready to come?” he whispered.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Nick emphasized the word fuck with another

violent bucking of his hips.

Tad rocked his hips, thrusting fast against the hard plane of Nick’s

stomach. He focused on keeping their cocks sliding together while he

slowly drowned in the sweet, desperate sounds of Nick drawing closer

to the ultimate orgasm.

“Soon.” Tad grunted, unsure if it really came out as an

understandable word. Nick’s grunt in reply could mean anything, but

damn him for pushing Tad to the edge so quickly. “Are you coming?”

Tad asked, hoped. “Come with me, Handsome. Come on now.”

Digging his fingers into Tad’s ass, Nick arched up and every

muscle tensed. He cried out, and it was the sexiest, most satisfied

noise Tad had ever heard. As Nick’s cock emptied between them, Tad

let go of his control. Sinking into the white heat of climax, Tad came

clutching Nick to him, riding the wave of ecstasy in a sweaty heap of

flesh, cum, and oxygen deprived gasps for breath.

****

Nick drifted in the warm embrace of afterglow. Tad’s body was

heavy and hot, pinning him to the mattress. Nick sighed softly, trailing

his fingers up Tad’s back and across his shoulder blades. Tad made a

content sound in Nick’s ear, followed by lazy, slow-motion kisses

along his neck.

With a hum of agreement, Nick turned his head to face Tad. Tad

pressed a warm kiss to his lips and then eased back. “Sorry,” he

whispered. He flipped onto his back beside Nick.

“About what?”

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His head lolled to the side, with a sleepy smile plastered on his

face. “I wasn’t too heavy?”

Nick rolled to his side and folded an arm beneath his head. “Not at

all. I liked the feeling.” Tad shifted to face him, and Nick pushed a leg

between Tad’s scissoring their feet together. “I could fall asleep like

this,” Nick said.

Tad glanced up and Nick, fighting droopy eyes, warmed by the

affection he saw in the man’s gaze. Tad kissed Nick’s cheek and said,

“That sounds good. I need a few minutes to recharge.”

“And then?”

“And then.” Tad kissed Nick’s lips. “Whatever you want. You

were right about feeling great without condoms, so I’ll give you the

next suggestion too.”

Nick’s gaze wavered, coy despite their nudity. “I had to have

you,” he said. “I couldn’t wait and risk not getting a chance

tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is good too,” Tad said. Nick liked the sound of that.

CHAPTER FOUR

Tad woke sprawled on his stomach with one arm thrown across

the empty bed. His face buried in a pillow that smelled like Nick, he

hesitated to open his eyes and formally acknowledge the cold sheets

meant Nick slipped out while he slept.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the lingering scent of his

handsome lover. He rolled onto his back and scratched the flaky, dried

cum on his stomach. He stared at the ceiling doing his best to argue

with the thoughts battling in his head. He had a great time last night

but disappointment sunk his mood. That was a new concept, and he

was certain he didn’t like it, nor would it go away. He glanced toward

the balcony. Sunlight streamed in, but didn’t quite reach the bed. Even

reading alone out there didn’t hold the same appeal as it did yesterday.

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The mattress dipped and Tad glanced over. Nick slipped back

under the sheets before realizing Tad was watching him. “Oh hi,”

Nick said. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“I was awake.” He shifted to face Nick and wrapped his arms

around him. Tad wasn’t a cuddler, but he couldn’t get enough of

Nick’s warm, hard body. He lifted a hand to brush hair away from

Nick’s eyes and then let his fingers trail down his neck and through

the soft curls decorating his chest. Even sated, he couldn’t get enough

of Nick’s skin, naturally dark like a summer tan.

“I didn’t flush because those things are louder than a rock concert.

I didn’t want to—”

Tad silenced him with a gentle kiss. When they parted he said, “I

thought you might’ve snuck out.”

“Why would I do that?” Nick said. He wiggled away to slip a

hand between them, his fingers brushing down the length of Tad’s

morning wood.

A soft moan slipped from Tad’s lips. He closed his eyes briefly

and then looked up into Nick’s eyes. He said, “I’m glad you didn’t. I

had fun last night.”

Tad pressed his lips together. That had slipped out. He could fall

for Nick so easily, though he knew it would be an awful idea. Nick

seemed comfortable with his sexuality while Nick had several good

reasons to curl up in the closet for another decade or two. Tad closed

his eyes and tucked his head under Nick’s chin. For all he knew, Nick

only wanted a vacation fling anyway. One day at a time. He’d worry

about home when the ship docked.

Nick slicked a finger over Tad’s leaking slit, applying the sweetest

amount of pressure until Tad gasped and bucked into his fist. While

he knew it couldn’t end well, he willingly surrendered to Nick’s hand

under his chin tilting his face up for a kiss. Nick continued to squeeze

and stroke him, and Tad banished wary thoughts for the Here and

Now of Nick’s sensual desire.

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“Oh, God, Nick,” Tad said followed by a moan. “Your hands.”

“Mm-hm.” Nick kissed Tad’s neck and then traced the ridges of

his ear with the tip of his tongue.

When Nick’s other hand joined the party, cupping Tad’s balls and

rolling them in his palm, Tad whimpered.

Nick pulled away from Tad’s ear to meet his eyes. “I like that.”