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(Nick’s POV)
knew Charlie was the one the moment I saw him even if I didn't know I was bisexual at the time.
Ever since we had our first time which was years ago now I knew I'd do anything to pleasure that gorgeous body of his and hear those sexy little moans escaping from his perfect lips.
I'm a simple man with simple pleasures, and my biggest joy is going down on my Charlie. I love the taste of his pussy, the way he squirms above me, and the way his thighs clench my head as I eat him out. It's a fucking addiction, and I can't get enough.
Charlie, my sweet darling, is always so worried about crushing me with his thighs. He's a delicate little thing, with a slim build and sharp cheekbones, and the thought of him riding my face makes my dick hard as steel. I'd do anything to feel the weight of his body on mine, to have him grind against my mouth as I lick and suck on his sweet p.
"Char, baby, please," I begged, looking up at him with eager eyes. "Let me eat you out. I promise I won't let you crush me. If I can't breathe, I'll tap your thighs, okay?"
Charlie bit his lip, considering my plea. He knew how much I loved going down on him, and he wanted to give in, but his concern for my well-being always came first. "I don't know, Nick. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't, darling," I assured, reaching up to stroke his thigh. "Your legs are so strong and sexy. I want to feel them wrapped around my head while I lick you until you cum."
A shiver ran through Charlie at my words, and I could see the temptation in his eyes. I knew he was close to giving in, and I couldn't fucking wait.
"Please, Char," I whined, batting my eyelashes at him. "You know you want to ride my face. I'll be your personal pussy-eating slave."
Charlie let out a soft laugh, his cheeks flushing at my forwardness. "You're such a simp, Nicholas."
I grinned, my heart fluttering at the cute nickname. "For you, always."
Finally, with a dramatic sigh, Charlie relented. "Okay, fine. But if I even think I'm hurting you, we stop immediately."
"Deal!" I exclaimed, unable to hide my excitement.
Charlie straddled my face, his thighs squeezing my head gently. I let out a satisfied moan, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal. His pussy was already glistening with anticipation, and I dove in without hesitation.
My tongue circled his sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a sharp gasp from above. "Fuck, Nick," Charlie moaned, his hands tangling in my hair.
I looked up at him, my face glistening with his arousal. "You taste so fucking good, Char. I could eat you out forever."
Charlie blushed, his thighs tightening around my head as he ground his pussy against my mouth. "You're making me feel so good, baby. Oh, fuck!"
I sucked on his swollen clit, loving the way it popped out of its hood. Charlie let out a keening wail, his hips bucking uncontrollably. I held onto his thighs, my hands squeezing the firm muscles as I devoured him.
"Fuck, your thighs are so strong," I groaned between licks. "They feel amazing wrapped around my head. Don't hold back, baby."
Charlie whimpered, his breathing becoming erratic. "Oh, God, Nick. I'm close. So close."
Hearing those words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my own dick. I wanted to make Charlie cum so badly, wanted to feel his juices flowing down my throat. I increased the pressure of my licks, my tongue flicking furiously.
"Cum for me, baby," I begged. "Let me taste you."
With a shout, Charlie tensed above me, his thighs clenching my head like a vice. I felt his juices gush onto my tongue, and I moaned in delight, swallowing every drop. The sound of his orgasm, those sexy little whimpers, sent me over the edge too, and I gripped my own throbbing cock, stroking it furiously as I came hard onto my stomach.
Panting, Charlie lifted himself off my face, his thighs relaxing from their death grip. I took a moment to catch my breath, my face sticky with evidence of my efforts.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Charlie breathed, running his hands through my hair.
I grinned up at him, my face probably looking like a mess. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. Your pussy is fucking delicious, Char."
Charlie blushed, a cute smile playing on his lips. "You're a mess, Nick. But I love it."
I reached up to pull him down for a kiss, tasting himself on my lips. "I love you, Charlie."
"I love you too, Nick," he replied, his eyes shining with affection. "Now, let's get cleaned up. I have a feeling round two won't be far off, and I want to return the favor."
step into the shower, the hot water instantly soothing my skin. Nick follows closely behind, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're not finished what we started in there, darling" reaching for the shower gel. I shiver in anticipation as he squeezes a generous amount into his palm, the fragrant lather sliding between his fingers.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly is it that you plan to do?" I ask, feigning ignorance as I lean against the cool tiles, enjoying the contrast of the hot water on my back. Nick steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and begins to rub the soap up and down my arms, his touch firm and deliberate. "I'm going to touch you everywhere," he says, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to explore every inch of your body."
I suppress a shudder as his words send a bolt of desire straight to my core. "Is that so?" I manage to reply, my voice coming out breathier than intended. Nick simply nods, his eyes burning with desire. Slowly, he traces the soap down my shoulders, across my collarbones, and then lower, his eyes fixed on mine as if searching for any sign of resistance. But I want this, maybe even more than he does.
The soap slides down my chest, and I feel Nick's fingers pause briefly as they brush against my nipples. He takes his time, circling and gently pinching, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. I bite my lip to stop a moan from escaping as he continues his slow exploration. The soap slides lower, across my stomach, and then further still. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as Nick's fingers skim the tops of my thighs, his touch feather-light.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with want. "Every inch of you." His hands slide around to cup my ass, pulling me closer as he resumes his teasing exploration. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I grind down gently, unable to help myself. "Mmm, someone's eager," Nick teases, his lips curving into a smile.
"You have that effect on me," I reply, my voice thick with desire. I reach between us and wrap my hand around his thick length, stroking slowly. Nick hisses in pleasure, his hips bucking gently into my hand. "Your turn," I say, sliding my soapy hand lower, between his cheeks, teasing the tight pucker of his hole.
Nick's eyes flutter closed as I explore, his breath quickening. "Fuck, Charlie," he whispers. I smile, feeling a rush of power as I pleasure this gorgeous man. Slowly, I insert a finger, curving it to find that sweet spot inside him. Nick's eyes snap open, his gaze locking with mine as he gasps and bucks his hips. "You like that?" I ask, my voice laced with satisfaction.
"Yes, fuck!" Nick replies, his face flushed with arousal. "More." I oblige, adding a second finger, scissoring and stretching him, feeling him relax and open up around me. The hot water pounds down on us, steam filling the room as our passion builds.
Nick suddenly pulls away, his eyes wild with desire. "Turn around," he orders, his voice hoarse. "I want you to feel how much I want you." My breath quickens at his commanding tone, and I do as he says, facing the wall and bracing my hands against the slippery tiles. I feel Nick's hard body press against my back, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks.
"You feel so good," he growls, his lips nuzzling my ear. "But I want to feel you even more." I moan as he reaches around, his soapy hands caressing my chest, teased nipples, and then lower, his fingers tracing circles around my navel. "I want to touch your pussy," he whispers, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
I bite my lip, my heart pounding in my chest as I nod my consent. I feel Nick's fingers brush lightly through my curls, his touch sending tingles through me. He finds my clit and begins to circle gently, his fingers slick from the combination of soap and my arousal. "That's it," he encourages, his voice husky. "Let me make you feel good."
I can't hold back the moans that escape my lips as Nick works his magic, his fingers knowing exactly what I need. He adds a second finger to my pussy, thrusting gently as he continues to rub my clit. I'm overcome with sensations, the hot water pounding on my back, Nick's body pressed against mine, and his fingers skillfully bringing me pleasure.
"Fuck, Nick," I gasp, my head falling forward as the pleasure builds. "I'm close." Nick smiles against my neck, nipping at my skin as he continues to finger me. "Come for me," he urges, his voice a sexy rasp in my ear. "Let go."
His words send me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. My body shakes as Nick continues to work me through it, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a quivering mess. Slowly, he removes his fingers and pulls me against his chest, kissing my neck gently. "That was beautiful," he whispers, his breath warm on my skin.
I smile, turning in his arms to kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips. "Your turn," I murmur against his lips, reaching down to stroke his hard cock. "I want to return the favor." Nick's eyes darken with desire, and he nods, biting his lip as I drop to my knees.
I take his thick length in my hand, stroking slowly as I lean in to lick a broad stripe up his shaft. Nick hisses above me, his hips bucking gently. I smile, taking my time to explore, kissing and licking my way up his length before taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. "Fuck, Charlie, that feels so good," Nick groans, his hands tangling in my wet hair.
I hum in response, taking more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head slowly as I suck and swirl my tongue. Nick's hips begin to thrust gently, his breath coming in sharp gasps. I hollow my cheeks and slide further down, taking him deep as my nose presses into his pubic hair. "God, you're amazing at that," Nick pants, his hands tightening in my hair.
I pull off with a pop, giving him a wicked smile before taking him back into my mouth, this time adding a finger to tease his hole. Nick's eyes roll back, and he throws his head back, moaning loudly. I suck and stroke, adding a second finger, scissoring and stretching him as I did earlier. The shower water pounds down on us, mixing with our sweat and the steam rising around us.
"Charlie, I'm close," Nick warns, his voice tight with pleasure. I hum in response, sucking harder and speeding up my fingers. Nick's thighs begin to tremble, and with a sharp cry, he spills down my throat, his warm cum hitting the back of my mouth. I swallow, relishing the taste of him as he rides out his orgasm.
Slowly, I pull off, licking my lips as I stand to face him. Nick hauls me against his chest, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, and it sends a shiver of desire through me. "I love you," he whispers, his eyes shining with affection.
"I love you too," I reply, my heart full. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, I believe it was my turn for some pleasure." I raise an eyebrow, a challenge in my eyes.
Nick's eyes spark with desire. "Oh really? And what kind of pleasure are you craving?" he asks, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.
"I think you know exactly what I want," I reply, grinding down against him. "But this time, I want you to fuck me hard and make me forget my own name."
Nick's eyes darken, and he spins me around to face the wall, pressing his body against my back. "As you wish," he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he lines up his cock with my pussy. With one smooth thrust, he slides inside me, filling me deeply.
I cry out, my head falling forward as Nick begins to move, his hips snapping back and forth. He grabs my hair, tugging my head back to expose my neck, and nibbles gently as he sets a relentless pace. "You feel so tight," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "So fucking good."
"Harder, Nick," I plead, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder." Nick obliges, his hips slamming into mine as his hands grip my hips tightly. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the steamy shower, mixing with our moans and grunts of pleasure.
Nick reaches around, his fingers finding my clit as he continues to thrust. It's too much stimulation, and I can feel my orgasm building quickly. "Nick, I'm close!" I cry, my voice tight with need. "Keep doing that."
Nick smiles against my neck, nibbling my skin as he curls his fingers just right, sending sparks of pleasure through me. "Come for me, baby," he urges, his hips pounding into mine. "Let go."
His words push me over the edge, and I shout his name as my pussy clamps down on his cock, my body shaking with the force of my release. Nick follows soon after, his own climax hitting him hard as he fills me with his release, his breath hot on my neck.
We stand there, joined together, our hearts pounding and breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, Nick pulls out, turning me to face him and cradling my face in his hands. He kisses me deeply, his eyes shining with love. "I love you so much," he whispers, his thumbs brushing my cheeks.
"I love you too," I reply, my voice soft and full of affection. I lean into him, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms around me. "Now, how about we head back to bed? Round 2?."
Nick's eyes spark with desire, and he pulls me close, kissing me hungrily. "Anything you want," he murmurs against my lips. "Tonight is all about us."
We leave the bathroom and head back to our bedroom, my heart is still racing from the intensity of the night so far, and I can see the same desire burning in Nick's eyes. We've explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths, but now it's time to take things up a notch. A wicked smile spreads across my face as I reach for the small bag of sex toys I've brought along for this very occasion.
"I've got a little something I want to try," I say, my voice husky with anticipation. "Something to spice things up even more."
Nick raises an eyebrow, his expression curious and eager. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind, babe?"
I hold up a small, pink vibrator, and his eyes widen in excitement. "I thought we could explore some new sensations together. This little guy is going to drive you wild."
Nick bites his lip, his gaze flicking between me and the vibrator. "Fuck, yeah. Let's do it."
I grab the lube from the bag and climb onto the bed, spreading my legs, inviting Nick to join me. He wastes no time, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between my thighs.
Leaning forward, Nick presses his lips to mine, his tongue teasing my mouth open. Our kiss is deep and passionate, our tongues tangling as our desires build. His hands roam my body, his rough fingers trailing down my sides, sending shivers down my spine. He cups my ass, pulling me closer, our erections aligning.
Breaking the kiss, I guide his hand between my legs. I want him to feel how ready I am for him, how much I need this. "Touch me, Nick," I whisper, my breath hot on his neck.
He doesn't need any more encouragement. His fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles that have me moaning and bucking my hips. I'm so sensitive after the intense orgasms we've already shared, and his touch is electric.
Reaching down, I guide the vibrator to my entrance. The soft, smooth silicone feels amazing as I tease myself, sliding it back and forth, coating it with lube. Nick watches my every move, his breath quickening.
"You like the way I touch you, baby?" I ask, my voice low and seductive.
"Fuck yes," he groans, his eyes glazed with lust. "I love the way you feel. So fucking tight and wet."
Sliding the vibrator inside me slowly, I let out a moan at the delicious stretch and the sensation of being filled. "Mmm, that's it," I encourage, stroking his hair. "Keep touching my clit while I fuck myself with this."
As I slowly begin to thrust the vibrator in and out, Nick's fingers work their magic on my clit. The combination of his talented fingers and the vibrator's steady rhythm has me seeing stars. I throw my head back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over me.
"That's it, baby, cum for me," Nick urges, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart."
His words send me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me. My body shakes with the intensity, my channel clenching around the vibrator. Nick never stops rubbing my clit, milking my orgasm for all it's worth.
Finally, I come down from my high, my body relaxed and satisfied. Nick kisses my neck, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice full of admiration. "But now I want to feel you suck me off while I vibrate that pretty mouth of yours."
My cock twitches at his words, and I feel my face flush with excitement. Reaching into the bag, I pull out a vibrating cock ring, already knowing what Nick has in mind. I stroke his length gently, admiring his thick, hard cock. Sliding the cock ring down his shaft, I position it just right so that the small vibrator sits against my chin as I take him into my mouth.
Nick lets out a strangled moan as I engulf him, the vibrations teasing him mercilessly. I take my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and laving attention to every inch of him. The vibrations buzz against my chin, sending a pleasurable sensation through my own body.
"Fuck, Charlie, that feels so good," Nick pants, his hands threading through my hair. "Your mouth was made to suck cock."
His filthy words spur me on, and I suck him harder, bobbing my head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. The vibration teases us both, and I can feel my own cock twitching in anticipation of what's to come.
"I'm close, baby," Nick warns, his hips bucking gently. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."
I don't want him to cum just yet, so I slow down, teasing him by laving kisses along his length. "Not yet," I murmur, looking up at him innocently. "I want to draw this out and make you beg."
Nick lets out a frustrated groan, his hands clenching the bedsheets. "You're killing me, Charlie. But fuck, it's hot as hell."
I giggle, the vibrations tickling my chin. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I sit up and admire the sight of him, flushed and desperate. "Now, where were we?"
Nick opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "Oh, that's right. We were about to give you a little something extra."
Reaching into the bag, I pull out a small, remote-controlled vibrator. Nick's eyes light up with curiosity and desire. "What's that for?"
I tap the remote, and the tiny device buzzes to life. "This," I say, trailing the vibrator along his inner thigh, "is for your prostate. I want to feel you tremble around me when I fuck you with this."
Nick bites his lip, a mix of nerves and excitement flitting across his face. "I've never done that before. Are you sure?"
I nod, my confidence soaring. "I'm sure. I want to explore every inch of you, Nick. I want to give you pleasure in ways you've never experienced."
His eyes darken with desire, and he nods, his breath coming in short gasps. "Okay, babe. Do it. I trust you."
Positioning myself behind him, I kiss and nibble his neck, reaching around to guide the vibrator to his hole. I coat it generously with lube, then slowly begin to push it inside, inch by inch. Nick tenses at first, then relaxes, letting out a low moan as the vibrator slips inside.
"How does that feel?" I ask, my lips brushing his ear.
"Intense," he pants. "Keep going. Don't stop."
Encouraged by his response, I slowly push the vibrator all the way in, feeling his body tremble as it hits his prostate. "Holy shit," he breathes. "It feels like you're touching a direct nerve ending."
I chuckle, the vibrations from the cock ring buzzing against my own sensitive cock. "That's the idea, babe. Now, let's see how you handle two kinds of stimulation at once."
Withdrawing the vibrator slowly, I line myself up with his entrance and slowly begin to push inside. Nick is so tight and warm, and the sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I thrust gently, setting a steady rhythm as the vibrator works its magic.
Nick moans loudly, his head falling back against my shoulder. "Oh my God, Charlie, it feels so fucking good. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
His words spur me on, and I reach around to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts. The vibrator inside him is driving him wild, and I can feel his body beginning to tense as he nears the edge.
"That's it, baby," I encourage. "Cum for me. Let go."
As if on cue, Nick's body shakes with his release, his warm cum coating my hand. I keep thrusting, milking every last drop from him as he rides out his orgasm.
Finally, I pull out, and we collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and satisfied smiles. Nick rolls onto his side, pulling me close and kissing me deeply.
"That was..." He struggles to find the words. "Incredible. I've never experienced anything like that before."
I smile, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know we've already explored a lot, but I wanted to show you just how good it could be."
Nick strokes my hair, his expression soft and loving. "You certainly showed me. I can't wait to return the favor and explore more of these toys with you."
I lean in for another kiss, my heart full of love for this wonderful man. "There's plenty of time for that," I murmur against his lips. "And I can't wait to see what else we discover together."
The night is still young, and as we lie there in each other's arms, I know that our passion and exploration have only just begun. With a bag full of toys and our mutual desire, the possibilities are endless.
The sweet release still echoed through my body, each nerve alight with the memory of our passionate encounter. I felt Nick's hands on my skin, gentle and soothing, as he caressed my back and shoulders. We lay entwined on the bed, the cool sheets a contrast to our heated skin. The post-coital bliss had us anchored to the mattress, sated and satisfied, yet unwilling to part.
I turned my head to look at Nick, his ginger hair falling across his forehead, those soft brown eyes full of love and contentment. He offered me a lazy smile, his hand reaching up to brush a stray curl from my face. I leaned into his touch, my heart swelling with affection. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth.
I felt a rush of gratitude for this man, for the way he saw me and loved me. I nudged closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the solid warmth of him. "You are too," I whispered back, my voice still thick with desire.
Our lips met, a slow and languid kiss, a world away from the hungry exchanges that had preceded it. This kiss was one of comfort and adoration, a silent expression of the depth of our connection. I felt his hands on my back, stroking gently, sending shivers down my spine.
We broke apart momentarily, each of us reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table. We drank slowly, our eyes locked, taking in the sight of each other, bare and vulnerable. The water soothed my parched throat, and I sighed contentedly, snuggling back into Nick's embrace.
His hands resumed their path down my back, tracing patterns on my skin, sending delightful shivers through me. "I love your body," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, sending a spark of pleasure straight to my core. I felt a rush of self-love, a sensation that had been foreign to me not so long ago. But with Nick, I felt cherished and admired, and I relished in this newfound acceptance of my physical form.
I reached out, my hands exploring his strong arms, feeling the muscles flex gently beneath my touch. "I love yours too," I replied, my voice hoarse and full of emotion. "You're so strong and handsome." My fingers traced the contours of his biceps, then traveled up to his shoulders, feeling the wide expanse of his back.
Nick hummed in satisfaction, his face nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm on my skin. I smiled, closing my eyes, soaking in the sensation of his skin against mine. "I love how you feel," he mumbled into my shoulder, his words muddled but no less sweet.
I carded my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. "Me too," I agreed, my voice a whisper. "Your hair is so soft."
He laughed softly, his chest rumbling against mine. "Yours too," he insisted, his hands now playing with the curls at the nape of my neck. "It's like silk."
I smiled, a warm glow spreading through me. "You're very good for my self-esteem, you know that?" I teased, my eyes crinkling with amusement. Nick had a way of making me feel desired and appreciated, and it filled me with a sense of contentment I had rarely known before.
"That's my job, isn't it?" he replied, his voice full of affection. "To make you feel like the amazing man that you are."
My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I felt a rush of love for this man who always knew the right thing to say. "You do a very good job," I assured him, my voice thick with emotion. I kissed his jaw gently, feeling the scratch of his morning stubble against my lips.
Nick hummed in pleasure, his hands now resting on my hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there. "We should probably get up soon," he mused reluctantly. "But I don't want to."
I laughed softly, understanding his dilemma. "Me neither," I agreed, snuggling closer. "But we have things to do. Responsibilities and all that." I sighed, knowing that the real world awaited us, even though I longed to stay entwined in this bubble of pleasure and contentment.
"Just a few more minutes," Nick pleaded, his arms tightening around me. "Let's just enjoy this moment a little longer."
I smiled, my heart full to bursting. "Okay," I conceded. "A few more minutes."
And so we lay, wrapped in each other's embrace, stealing a few more precious moments of bliss. The outside world could wait a little longer while we savored the sweetness of our love and the lingering sensations of our passion.
Eventually, the call of reality became too strong, and we reluctantly untangled ourselves, our skin protesting the loss of contact. I stretched, feeling every muscle in my body relax, a lingering soreness reminding me of the intensity of our encounter. I grinned at Nick, who wore a similar expression of contentment and satisfaction.
"That was..." I started, searching for the right words to describe the incredibleness of what we had just shared.
Nick finished my sentence for me. "...incredible." He smiled, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "I love you, Charlie Spring."
My heart flipped at the sound of my full name on his lips. "I love you too, Nick Nelson," I replied, meaning every word.
We rose from the bed, our bodies still glowing, and made our way to the bathroom, unable to keep our hands off each other as we prepared for the day ahead.
The memory of the previous night's passion stayed with us as we embarked on our daily routines, a secret smile playing on my lips as I got dressed. Every movement was a reminder of the intensity of our connection and the beauty of our intimacy.
I glanced at Nick, who shot me a wink, and I knew without a doubt that we were thinking the same thing—our love story was far from over, and there would be many more adventures to come. For now, though, we had a day ahead of us, and we stepped forward into it, invigorated and enriched by the depth of our bond.