The Inside Edge, page 8
He couldn’t wait to find out.
Nate might have read his mind, because a moment later, he broke the kiss, lips swollen, eyes dark. “I want to try something.”
Aubrey waved his hand in a helplessly turned-on gesture of acquiescence. “The floor is yours.”
“That’s the idea.” Nate slid his hand to Aubrey’s fly and dropped to his knees as he unfastened Aubrey’s trousers.
“Fuck,” Aubrey muttered, letting the back of his head thud against the door as he dropped his shoulders. He hadn’t realized how tense he was, taut and ready like a bow string. Nate was taking advantage of that, pushing Aubrey’s trousers down, thumbing the placket of his briefs out of the way. He felt a warm puff of air against his cock. It almost tickled, and if Nate was going to start teasing now, Aubrey was going to have an aneurism.
Then Nate let out a soft, hungry sound, and Aubrey’s stomach swooped. He didn’t even have time to brace himself before Nate opened his mouth and took him inside.
Aubrey’s brain shorted out. He almost didn’t want to look, afraid of what it might do to his stamina, but he couldn’t help himself. Nate had his eyes closed, his mouth soft and wet and gentle on Aubrey’s dick. As Aubrey watched, he made another desperate sound and pulled back to lick around the head.
“Fuck,” Aubrey whispered again. The word seemed to send a shiver through Nate, and Aubrey belatedly remembered he was the one with the hookup experience. It didn’t seem fair to make Nate do all the heavy lifting, so he raised his hand and traced his thumb down the side of Nate’s cheek and rubbed the corner of his mouth. “Baby. You like that, huh?”
Nate’s eyes flicked open, went to Aubrey’s face, and flickered closed on another satisfied moan.
God. “How long have you been waiting for this, babe?”
Nate’s answer was muffled because Aubrey’s dick was in his mouth. It was amazing, but Nate followed up by sucking harder, pushing himself down farther on Aubrey’s cock. Aubrey could work with that. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Nate’s answer.
“I can’t believe no one else has seen you like this.” The idea made him feel possessive—but he didn’t have that right, not when they’d agreed on casual. Nate hummed in agreement, quiet but desperate, and the vibrations went right to the base of Aubrey’s skull and buzzed there, setting his whole body on fire. Nate looked incredible and felt better, flicking his tongue over the head of Aubrey’s cock before taking him deep enough Aubrey could feel his throat muscles working. His stomach clenched; it had been a while since someone made him feel this good. “You’re incredible. Gorgeous.” He let his thumb trace the outline of his cock through Nate’s cheek, and they both shuddered.
Just like that, Aubrey rocketed to the edge. Nate doubled his efforts, stroking with his tongue even as he tightened his mouth and sucked.
“I can’t believe this is your first time having slutty casual sex. You’re a natural.” Nate sucked cock like it was the only thing he cared about. Aubrey bit his lip half bloody with the effort of not thrusting into his throat. And failed, cursing briefly as Nate choked. “Sorry, sorry. God, you’re good at that.”
Nate wiped moisture from the corner of one eye. “It’s fine,” he said, voice rasping. “I like it. Keep going.”
Aubrey didn’t ask if he was sure. His brain had forgotten how to make his mouth work. But the rest of his body operated fine on autopilot. He pulled Nate’s face back onto his dick and started to thrust.
Nate didn’t choke again. His eyes watered and his mouth stayed hot and slick and perfect, driving Aubrey to the edge.
Aubrey wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with Nate working him like this, like this was the best thing he’d ever done. He took his hand from Nate’s hair and warned him, but Nate only gave him a dirty look, like he was offended Aubrey thought he might want to pull off.
“Fuck, have it your way,” Aubrey said, and he might have felt embarrassed at how quickly he came after that, but the night was young, and the sooner he got his, the sooner he could have his hands on Nate’s dick.
That thought pushed him over, and he spilled in Nate’s mouth while Nate watched with smug satisfaction in his heavy-lidded eyes.
He wanted to give himself a moment to recover. His brain felt utterly blank, as though any intelligent thought it might have offered had been sucked right out. But somewhere in some part of his mind, some shred of personal pride remained, and he called on that to haul Nate up off his knees and back him toward the bed.
Nate’s mouth opened under his as Aubrey pushed him back, back, until his head hit the padded headboard. And then Aubrey lay down beside him and splayed his hand on Nate’s abdomen, the muscles there just as firm and defined as he’d imagined.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Aubrey muttered as he ran his hand over and lower, to where Nate’s trousers were unbuttoned, the fly tented by his cock.
“You can do more than look.” Nate’s voice was a little rough, used sounding. Because he’d just sucked Aubrey’s brain out through his dick.
Aubrey could do that. He definitely could do that. He grinned at Nate as lasciviously as he could, keeping eye contact as he pulled the zipper down, trying not to be too grabby when all he wanted was to take a big handful of—
“Come on.” Nate bucked up into Aubrey’s hand. “I won’t break. Didn’t you say you’d done this before?”
Aubrey’s eyes widened with the sting of the remark, but when Nate’s eyes twinkled in challenge, he let himself chuckle before turning his head to capture Nate’s mouth with his.
“You bastard,” he laughed between kisses as he tugged at Nate’s trousers. Nate raised his hips and wriggled to help Aubrey shimmy them down so Nate was left in a pair of pale gray briefs. When Aubrey smeared his thumb over the wet spot, Nate shuddered.
Aubrey wondered how long it had been since anyone touched Nate like this. Too long, obviously. And even when he was married, it seemed like he hadn’t—
And that train of thought suddenly made him surge with jealousy. How could anyone have been married to Nate for so long and failed to see this side of him? If this was the only night they’d have, Aubrey was going to make sure Nate jerked off to it for the rest of his life. And for that… he needed a better angle.
And unobstructed access to Nate’s dick.
Aubrey teased his fingers under Nate’s waistband, scratching his nails lightly over the soft skin. “Help me out here, babe. You want to take these off?”
“Yeah—yeah.” Nate’s hands flew to his waist to shove down his briefs and slide them off. He kicked them away and then toed off his socks. It should have been awkward—Aubrey was vaguely aware that objectively, this was never terribly sexy—but Nate just looked so good. Fit, strong, pale, and flushed. Aubrey wanted to devour him. He shucked off the rest of his own clothes as quickly as he could and tossed them carelessly toward the corner so he could get back to Nate.
He bent his head to kiss Nate’s neck and suck lightly at the place where it met his shoulder, then moved lower, his intention to return the favor clear.
Nate’s hand found his hair and tugged. “Your hands. Please.” He pulled Aubrey in for another filthy kiss.
Fuck, Aubrey could do that.
He brought a hand up to Nate’s hungry mouth.
“Lick,” he instructed. Nate compiled without hesitation, getting Aubrey’s palm wet and slick.
“That’s a good boy,” Aubrey said without meaning to or thinking of the implication of the words, but Nate flushed scarlet and closed his eyes.
Aubrey wrapped his fingers around Nate’s cock, feeling the weight of it, heavy and hard, and then slid his fist up, cupping, barely squeezing. He swiped his thumb over the head, and damn, he hadn’t needed Nate’s spit at all, because he was positively dripping.
Nate had a nice cock, hard and eager in Aubrey’s hand, the skin smooth and hot and slick. And he looked incredible spread out like that—like he was Aubrey’s for the taking. But looking couldn’t satisfy him, and like this he hardly got to touch everything he wanted.
Aubrey smeared his thumb over the tip of Nate’s dick again, slowly this time, a filthy circle. Then he lowered himself to the bed, cataloging Nate’s brief noise of protest.
“Shh,” he soothed, curling his body around Nate’s as he urged him onto his side. “What, you think I’m going to leave you hanging? I have a reputation to uphold.”
He nuzzled the back of Nate’s neck, the skin below his ear, and wrapped his hand around his cock again. “Besides, I want to know what it takes to get you to lose your composure.” He stroked once, slowly, twisted his fingers at the top before moving them down again. “Going to let me see that?”
“Show me what you can do,” Nate gasped as Aubrey jacked him slowly, but he still managed to make it a challenge.
“Show you, huh?” Aubrey nudged his thigh forward, teasing it between Nate’s legs until it brushed the curve of his ass. “I think I can do that.” He kept the words a gentle susurration against the shell of Nate’s ear.
Nate shuddered, and his cock blurted precome in Aubrey’s hand. “Yeah,” he whispered, thrusting into Aubrey’s grip—and then, better, grinding back against his leg like he needed it, like he couldn’t wait for Aubrey to fuck him. “Yeah, fuck, show me.”
Aubrey pressed his open mouth to the skin of Nate’s neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. “Maybe I can do one better, hmm?” He rocked his thigh in time with Nate’s hips as if he were fucking him, and Nate gasped again. Not just the actions, Aubrey thought—the words. He was getting off on Aubrey talking to him.
“I mean.” Nate’s hips bucked forward again. “You’re doing great so far.”
“Mmm,” Aubrey murmured. “I do respond well to positive feedback.” He sucked Nate’s earlobe into his mouth and then released it. “You know what you respond to?”
“Fuck.” Nate panted as Aubrey twisted his wrist, moving his hand incrementally faster, still a deliberate, slow stroke. “Having my—having my dick touched, for one thing.”
“Yeah,” Aubrey agreed. “And it’s been so long since someone touched you like this, hasn’t it, babe? Since someone gave it to you like you so obviously need it. But that’s not what I meant.” He unwrapped his fingers from Nate’s cock long enough to gather the fluid at the head again and slick his hand with it.
Nate shook with tension, and he arched his back, pressing his neck and ass against Aubrey. God, he was easy for it, and Aubrey was going to give it to him.
“So easy for it, sweetheart,” Aubrey breathed, making Nate shudder again. Aubrey stilled his hand, just cupping Nate’s cock before he whispered, “Letting me know how much you need it.”
Nate whined in response. As much as Aubrey had wanted to return the favor, to get his mouth around Nate’s cock, having it here where he could talk and Nate could listen was probably doing it for him as much as Aubrey sucking him off would. More, maybe.
Aubrey grinned against Nate’s neck, then kissed and nipped at the spot. Aubrey could definitely oblige him; he was finding it harder to shut up than to keep talking.
He moved his hand again, jerking Nate a little firmer but not much faster while he rocked forward. Aubrey’s cock gave a twinge of interest that he’d be up for another round, but he still needed to get Nate there.
“Going to show me?” He circled his thumb under the crown of Nate’s dick, pressing lightly. “Going to come for me like this?”
Nate nodded, and every muscle in his back, his legs, his neck went tense. He was right there, hovering on the edge, waiting for that last push. Aubrey slowed down. Nate had waited a long time for someone to fuck him like he needed. It would be a shame to let it end so soon.
“Please,” Nate whispered. He worked himself back against Aubrey’s thigh with jerky, uncoordinated movements.
“I know what you need, babe. You want me to fuck you, right?” Nate’s whole body was trembling, and Aubrey’s dick had taken notice. He was better than halfway hard now, and his blood burned in his veins. “If you weren’t so good with your mouth, I’d be inside you right now, giving you what you need.”
“God, fuck,” Nate whispered, the words barely audible over the slick sounds of Aubrey’s hand on his cock.
Aubrey worked his left hand between Nate’s asscheeks, skimming lightly over the skin, more intimate than the press of his leg. He took the soft part of Nate’s ear between his teeth, tugging gently, until Nate froze, as though he couldn’t decide whether to move forward or back. Or maybe his brain had just stopped sending signals altogether.
“That’s it,” he murmured, circling the crown of Nate’s dick again as he teased his left hand closer to Nate’s hole. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”
Nate’s hand went to his mouth, smothering the moan that Aubrey so desperately wanted to hear even though he recognized the neighbors in the next room would not. Another time he’d hopefully get a chance, but now all he was getting was the muffled gasps as Nate tensed and then shuddered, back bowing as he came and spilled over Aubrey’s fist in a hot, slippery mess.
“So good, baby,” Aubrey said hoarsely, gentling his touch as Nate tried to catch his breath, the hand at his mouth dropping down to cover Aubrey’s. He managed a gentle squeeze.
“Oh.” It was only a little more than a sigh before Nate repeated, “Oh.”
Aubrey was overcome with the need to kiss him, and he could reach the corner of Nate’s mouth, so he did. Nate turned his head to meet him for a kiss that was a little uncoordinated and sloppy, but grateful. His body was warm in Aubrey’s arms, the tension bled out of it.
“Feel better?” Aubrey inquired softly.
“Mm, a little.” Nate chuckled and then stretched, rolled his shoulders, and squirmed away from Aubrey’s embrace.
A little?
Aubrey regretfully pulled back. He might be used to no-strings-attached sex, but he still enjoyed a bit of afterglow. Apparently Nate didn’t, at least not with Aubrey.
He shouldn’t be disappointed. After all, he was the one who’d told Nate to get his revenge by having dirty hookups with as many hot guys as he could. He didn’t get to be upset Nate was treating him like one.
This was probably a bad idea.
THIS WAS an incredible idea.
Nate couldn’t remember the last time he’d come like that, if he ever had. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so desirable.
He could remember the last time he’d had more than one orgasm in a night, because it had only happened a handful of times in his six years with Marty. But he was pretty sure it was going to happen again tonight.
Aubrey was still lying on his side, breathing hard, when Nate got up and pulled out the toiletry bag in his suitcase. For once in his life he was daring to be optimistic about sex, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to follow through on his original plan. He retrieved the lube and condoms—items he’d carried with him on road trips since the divorce out of formless hope—before turning back around and basically thrusting them at Aubrey.
“Um—” Aubrey looked like he had something to say, possibly about the fact that… yeah, there was no way he was going to get a condom open with that much come on his hands.
No problem. Nate could do that part. “Fuck me,” he said, taking the condom himself. Aubrey was half-hard again. Nate had faith in him and, for once, in his own desirability.
Aubrey blinked, dazed but clearly not unwilling. “Now? Won’t it be too….”
“Normally, yeah.” Nate actually didn’t have a lot of data on his feelings about being fucked post-orgasm, but Aubrey knew enough about his sex life already. “But tonight I’m having a slutty no-strings hookup to get back at my ex-husband, or something. I want the full experience. For science.”
Meaning he wanted Aubrey’s cock, long and fat and as gorgeous as the rest of him, and he wanted it bad enough he hadn’t gone soft.
Aubrey didn’t argue, for once. Stop the presses. “Well, as your guide to the world of slutty hookups, it’s my solemn duty to provide.” He sank his teeth into Nate’s shoulder, right near his neck, just hard enough to make Nate shudder. “I’m gonna get a washcloth first, though. Don’t go anywhere.”
As if. But Nate did shift in the bed to watch him move. Aubrey had a tight, lithe, compact body, and he moved like he had every step choreographed. Right now those steps were designed for seduction, a swinging gait that made his ass bounce.
Maybe if Nate could talk him into another no-strings hookup, he could get to know it better.
Aubrey returned with clean hands and a stack of linens, which he dropped next to Nate before crawling up his body like an apex predator. Nate watched him with lidded eyes, waiting. But Aubrey paused halfway to his face and dropped his mouth to Nate’s hip, tonguing the skin as he coaxed Nate’s legs apart.
“What—” Nate started, but the stroke of the washcloth on his abs cut him off.
“Don’t get me wrong; dried come has its place in the slutty hookup.” Aubrey gently worked Nate’s thighs and stomach and then eased the rough cloth over his cock and balls. “But since we’re going for round two, I want a clean slate.” He looked up and quirked an eyebrow. “No glue-come handicap.”
“That seems… fair,” Nate said, biting back a hiss as Aubrey swirled the cloth over the head of his dick. It was still too sensitive to feel good, exactly, but some part of his body hadn’t gotten the memo, because his hips bucked up into it anyway.
Aubrey snorted. “I hope we can do better than ‘fair.’” Then he had Nate’s oversensitive dick in his mouth, hot and wet and gentle.
It felt like his whole body was inverting. Aubrey knew exactly what he was doing. The room felt close and dark, full of the slick wet noise of Aubrey’s mouth and Nate’s ragged breathing.
