Kinked Up, page 5
Time slowed as Nav was revealed in all his glory—a perfection that Trick hadn’t had a chance to admire. Nav’s hips were narrow, and fit perfectly in his hands, and his skin was smoother than anything Trick had ever felt. Swallowing back his urge to explore, Trick kept his hands on Nav’s clothes.
His gaze dropped to Nav’s groin as it was slowly bared to the open air. He should have looked away and tried to keep his attentions professional and limited, but his instincts were screaming at him to do the opposite. Nav didn’t need his indifference. He needed a gentle touch, so he would know that he could be loved just as easily as he could be broken.
Nav’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and shorter than Theo usually kept his. Trick had always preferred a bit of hair as opposed to the smooth landscape that some men kept. It gave him something he could run his hands through or feel against his nose when he went down on his partner.
Nav’s cock was fucking perfect. He was cut and completely soft, lying against his sac that was a few shades darker than his pale thighs. Trick bit back his desire to see what Nav looked like when he was erect, with pre-cum pearling at the tip of his cock and leaking down the shaft.
I have a fiancé. His relationship was not open, even if they liked to pretend every once and a while. He took a slow breath, shuddering when the thick smell of Nav filled his senses.
“Does it hurt?” asked Trick, his words failing him as he stared at Nav’s cock. He remembered squeezing it when he’d felt him start to come, Nav’s walls clamping down to milk his cock. He had been so high and so far gone that he had probably squeezed too hard. He never would have dreamed of being that rough with Theo.
“Not too bad, actually. I’m surprised it doesn’t feel worse,” said Nav, his voice eerily calm. A trembling breath gave him away, though.
Trick dropped his focus lower, to the crusted white stains on Nav’s thighs. “Fuck.” He traced them with his fingertips, the patch of dried cum rough against the otherwise-smooth skin. Nav shivered at his touch, his cock swelling before Trick’s eyes.
Let go. Don’t touch him like that. He couldn’t stop. That was his cum on those pristine thighs, and probably still inside Nav, owning every part of him. Trick’s cock throbbed, caught in his tight jeans that he’d worn to the bar.
“I’ll start the water,” said Trick, finally managing to force his hands away. His fingertips burned, begging to return to Nav’s skin. “Is it okay if I take my shirt off?”
Nav nodded, letting out a soft sigh as Trick turned the tap and the sound of rushing water flooded the room. It didn’t take long before steam started to rise, condensing against the cool tiles and mirror.
Trick pulled his shirt from his body and Nav stepped under the spray, the first burst of water ricocheting gently off his chest and splattering against Trick’s naked chest. Goosebumps speckled along Nav’s skin, his nipples peaking from the sensation.
“Can I wash you?” asked Trick, waiting for Nav’s nod before grabbing a blue loofa from the hook in the shower and squirting a dollop of body wash on it. It smelled sweet with a hint of coconut that brought memories of sunshine and the beach.
The first touch to Nav’s damp skin was Trick’s undoing.
Nav was attractive enough when he was dry, but with water dripping over every naked inch of his body, Trick’s cock went completely solid in his jeans. There was even a distant pang of loss as he gently scrubbed Nav’s thighs, cleaning the flakes of dried cum from his skin.
What I would give to paint him white again, over his thighs and in his ass. Trick shook his head, pressing the heel of his hand against his groin to try to squish it into submission. Moisture from his damp hand soaked into his jeans, painting the material dark.
Nav had tilted his head back, water rushing over his hair and rinsing the suds from his body. Trick bit his lip at the sight, wondering how long he had before Nav noticed the tent in his jeans. How long until he kicked Trick to the curb? Get a hold of yourself.
“Turn around,” said Trick, his voice thick, even to his own ears. Nav turned without hesitation, brushing his hair back from his forehead before facing the wall. Moving his hands to the surface, Nav slid his palms against the tile with his fingers stretched wide. He shifted, spreading his legs until Trick was gifted a quick glimpse of his puckered hole.
Nav’s ass was even more beautiful than his cock, with pert cheeks that looked perfect for squeezing. Bruises dotted each globe with darker prints along his hips and a bright scrape over his lower back.
Keep control. Trick palmed his cock, adjusting it so it tucked up under his waistband. He remembered gripping Nav’s ass, kneading the pert flesh and wondering when Theo had gained the extra bit of softness. It had quickly slipped his mind when he’d found an unstretched and unlubed hole to sink his cock into.
He passed the loofa down Nav’s back, trailing a line of scented bubbles over his wet skin. He heard the little gasp as Nav shifted, spreading his thighs wider until the view of his hole was clear.
“Oh fuck.” Trick let out a groan. Nav’s entrance was swollen and pink, with a blush of vibrant red in the middle.
The loofa slipped from Trick’s fingers as he let his instincts take full control. He couldn’t be a good Dom and hold himself back from what he needed and what his body was telling him Nav needed as well. Trailing a fingertip over Nav’s swollen bud, Trick let out a second groan. It was hot to the touch and so soft that he just wanted to slip inside and feel. Nav let out a loud gasp, his back arching as he slid his hands on the wall, shifting his legs even wider.
“Does it hurt?” Trick asked, rubbing the red furl ever so gently, and watching as it flinched and relaxed under his touch. He licked his lips, moving as close as the edge of the tub would allow. Water struck him, dripping from his arms down to his sides and soaking into the top of his jeans.
“Fuck, yes. I don’t think I’ve ever hurt this bad,” said Nav, arching his back farther as Trick continued his slow caress.
“Did you want me to stop?” Trick asked, unable to look away.
Nav pushed his ass out, meeting Trick’s touch. “Don’t stop.”
Trick let loose a feral groan, dipping his fingertip slowly into the center of Nav’s furl. Nav parted as he eased inside, the red flush flaring bright as he moved deeper. Curling his finger, he probed along Nav’s inner walls, shuddering as the swollen flesh clung to every bit of him. “I have to check to make sure I didn’t damage anything.”
Is that what I’m doing? He was only certain that he wasn’t able to stop. And as Nav pushed back, meeting every movement, Trick knew that it was exactly what Nav needed. An earthquake could have brought the apartment down around them, and the rescue team would have found Trick’s finger still jammed into Nav’s ass.
He moved so slowly that he was sure his cock would expire by the time he was knuckle-deep. Nav throbbed around him, squeezing him so tight that his finger tingled. He couldn’t imagine his cock fitting in Nav’s hole. How had Nav ever taken him?
But he had.
A whine cut into the room over the sound of the shower as Trick pulled out until only the very tip of his finger was left inside. He stared at the spot where they were connected, looking for any sign of blood. There was no blood, but there was a hint of something white in the furl of his knuckle.
It was his cum, still wet and still inside.
“Fuck,” said Trick, dropping to his knees before he licked the exposed part of his finger, sucking his own cum from the surface. Nav whimpered, bucking back when Trick flicked his tongue over the edge of his hole. Nav’s cock caught his eye, bouncing as he bucked. Nav was rock-hard, his veined shaft red and the head a purplish hue with a bead of pre-cum clinging to it.
“Where’s your room?” asked Trick, pulling his fingertip free and reaching to shut the water off. His own taste, mixed with one that he could only presume was Nav’s, slid across his tongue, trapping his mind in an unshaking grip.
Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around Nav’s trembling body as Nav started to shiver in earnest. Goosebumps prickled over his pale skin, begging for Trick’s touch. Nav looked over his shoulder, his pupils blown wide and his lower lip red where it was caught between his teeth.
Trick dipped down, breathing in the scent of Nav’s skin. “Let me take you to bed.”
Chapter Five
Nav
Trick’s finger in his ass had stung so fucking much that Nav thought he was going to split apart all over again. Then Trick had leaned in and sucked his own cum from Nav’s ass, like he was a fucking candy dispenser.
Nav trembled with arousal as he was wrapped in a towel, stumbling to the bed with Trick’s scent enveloping him. He couldn’t bear the thought of being fucked, but he still followed Trick to the bed. He could barely speak through the want echoing in his body.
Something bloomed in his chest, a calmness settling over him in the same way it had in the alley. Why do I trust him? Even when Trick had been a stranger, Nav had still trusted him. He let himself sink into the feeling, refusing to let go of it, even as Trick pushed him to the bed.
Hurt me. He couldn’t say it. But how can I? How could he even begin to explain that he wanted Trick inside him again, even if it was just his finger? He needed that raw edge of pain to send him even higher, until every hollow bit of him was filled to the brim.
“Lie back,” said Trick as he pulled at his jeans, tossing the sodden clothing on the floor with a splat. Nav’s gaze dropped to Trick’s barely contained cock that was straining against the black fabric of his boxers. He looked as big as Nav had imagined, with a watery stain near the hidden head that didn’t look like it had come from the shower.
Swallowing, Nav scooted back, letting his head drop against his pillow. His aches faded as his thoughts sharpened, his headache drifting away, until he knew exactly what he wanted.
“Will you fuck me again?” Nav asked, his voice coming from somewhere else. Trick frowned, then shook his head, even as his eyes went dark. “Did I do something wrong?” asked Nav. His heart picked up, his skin prickling from the sudden chill as his towel fell away.
Trick caressed his body, searing his flesh. “You are being so good for me. Did you know that?” He slipped his hands around Nav, pulling him close as he lowered himself on the bed. “You’ve already given me so much. Let me take care of you now.”
Nav sank into the embrace, nuzzling into Trick’s chest. The man was built, with a body to die for and perfectly tanned skin that smelled as delicious as it looked. The last of his control started to slip as a haziness fogged his thoughts.
“You think I’m good?” asked Nav, furrowing his forehead as he tried to concentrate. Sure, he was a hard worker, a decent artist and had an eye for detail that others envied, but he wasn’t good.
Trick hummed, sweeping up Nav’s damp back before settling his hand in Nav’s dripping hair. He tugged softly, pulling Nav by his tresses until their gazes met. Trick’s blue eyes looked so much clearer than they had when he’d first knocked on the door. His pale pallor had given way to his natural tan, and his lips were bright and wet.
“You are good,” said Trick, holding Nav’s hair tight. “Last night, you took me so well, and gave me more than I could have ever hoped for. When I pushed inside you, I hurt you, but you took it all for me. I know you’d let me fuck you again, and you’d take every bit of pain and pleasure I gave you, simply because it’s mine to give.”
“Yes,” said Nav, his mouth dry and his eyes watering.
“Good boy,” said Trick, the words sending a warm glow straight to Nav’s belly. It sucked in the darkness, rendering it null and void. It didn’t give him the same rush of endorphins that the sex had, but something else entirely—something so much deeper.
“Good boys get to come,” said Trick, his voice dipping lower.
Nav shuddered as Trick leaned back just enough to move his hand between their heated bodies. Nav’s cock flexed, begging for attention and already dripping. When did I get hard? The moments in the shower had gone blurry.
“You said sluts don’t get to come,” said Nav, his words shaky and quiet. “Am I still a slut?” That word gave him a different kind of thrill that was closer to the freedom that he had tasted in the alley. Can I be both?
“You are what I say you are,” said Trick, moving his rough palms down Nav’s flat belly to his trimmed groin. He scratched at the short hairs there, sending shivers of pleasure up Nav’s body. Nav bucked, his cock smacking the back of Trick’s hand.
“That’s my good boy. You listen so well. Tell me… Could you come again without my hand on your cock? You tried to in the alley.” Trick circled the base of Nav’s cock, caressing his groin, but never touching the shaft. Nav jerked his hips again.
“Please,” said Nav, biting his lip and pressing his face into Trick’s chest. He took a deep breath, relishing the deep scent of Trick’s skin. He was so warm, so hard and so fucking perfect. Nav’s imagination had never come close to the real man in his bed.
“Answer, slut,” said Trick, his words sending Nav higher. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“I can come with one finger in my ass,” said Nav, flushing. “That’s all I need.”
It was a skill, and he was proud of it, but saying it out loud had a sudden shyness curling around him. What if Trick didn’t think it was a good thing?
“Good boy. Such a sweet boy for me.” Trick rolled them until Nav was pinned under his weight, his legs wide on either side of Trick’s hips. Nav bucked up, aiming for Trick’s covered cock that hovered so close to his own, but Trick laughed, leaning away and shaking his head.
“Take what I give you, good boy, and I’ll let you come. You deserve it, for being so good for me.” Trick dropped down, mouthing at Nav’s neck as he moved his hand between Nav’s ass cheeks. “What’s your color?”
“Green,” Nav immediately breathed out with a burst of air. He didn’t even have to think about it. He just knew.
A moment later, Trick prodded at his rim, sinking his finger inside with a burst of fire and an ache that made his toes curl. Whining, Nav fisted the sheets as he tried to relax.
“Does it hurt?” asked Trick, sucking the sensitive spot above Nav’s collar bone.
Nav nodded, staggered breaths bursting from his lips as Trick moved inside of him, dragging against his bruised walls. He felt so stretched and full, even with a single finger.
“Good. You are so beautiful when you hurt for me,” said Trick. His eyes sparkled as his face flushed with arousal.
“More,” said Nav, unable to hold himself back. His cock throbbed, the head nearly purple and weeping steadily.
“You’ll take what I give you—no more, no less. I can’t listen to a slut like you. You could have hurt yourself last night, but I won’t let any harm come to you now that you’re mine.”
Nav arched, a ragged scream tearing itself from his throat as his orgasm ripped through him. Milky cum shot over his belly, a few stray beads spurting onto Trick’s chest and cut abs, tangling in the coarse blond hair.
“Good boy,” said Trick, rumbling in Nav’s ear as he closed his eyes and panted through his release.
Nav lolled in a haze as Trick withdrew before pulling him close. Trick spoke, but Nav could barely keep up with the words or what they could possibly mean. He shuddered when Trick moved away for a moment, grabbing the discarded towel and wiping them both clean.
The bed shifted and a blanket fluttered under Nav’s chin. “Stay?”
“As long as you need.” Trick settled back against him as Nav let himself go.
Chapter Six
Trick
Trick glanced at his phone as it vibrated on the arm of the stiff couch, the melodic buzz making his heart flutter. Theo was next to him, looking comfier than necessary on the rigid cushions, leaving only a few options as to who the caller was.
He slid his hand toward the phone, lifting it up while sending Theo a quick glance. His fiancé was sharp and would catch him if his gaze lingered too long.
Swallowing dryly, he looked down at his lap. He shouldn’t have to feel guilty that he’d made a friend, even if their friendship had started because of an accidental fuck. It was only later that he’d found out that Nav was one of the easiest people to talk to that he’d ever met.
He glanced at the screen, a smile sneaking onto his face as he saw Nav’s text.
Just got home. How do people do this nine-to-five shit?
Sending a second glance at Theo, who was still mesmerized by the baking show on the screen, Trick typed out his response. Usually Trick would have been enthralled right along with Theo, but not when his thoughts were fifty feet away in a different apartment.
Not all of us are workaholics like you. Anything exciting?
One of the many things that Trick had learned about Nav was that his work schedule was enough to make a trucker weep. Nav had been complaining daily since his boss had cut his hours nearly in half.
Trick stared as three dots appeared, wishing he could hear Nav’s voice instead of seeing his words appear on a lifeless screen.
Trick shuddered. Nav’s voice had carved its own special place in his memory, which would hopefully never fade. The way he’d sounded as Trick had hugged him close in bed, his body sated and his mind finally at peace, still resounded in his soul.
But he had to shove those memories away. It had been a one-time thing, and he had Theo beside him—sweet, beautiful and strong Theo, who had forgiven him as if it had been easier than breathing.
He adored Theo and the things they did together in and out of the bedroom. Theo was his sub in every sense of the word, and Trick was his Dom. They didn’t have a twenty-four-seven power exchange like some couples but kept their kinky interactions to the spare room, which Trick had converted into a dungeon.
