Disclaimer: This is a new story I'm working on. I plan to write in smaller chapters so I can push out new material more frequently. I do my own editing, so disregard any mistakes. All characters are 18 years or older. I'm appreciative of any and all feedback. Thanks!
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CHAPTER 3: Nick finds himself running back for more.
I was only asleep for a couple hours but I felt like I was coming out of hibernation. Even with the curtains wide open, the setting sun shone through my bedroom, indicating just how long I was out. Checking my phone, I chuckled. Reading the time at a little past 5pm, Cory had managed to fuck me so good that I was out for over five hours. I clenched my hole at the thought, wincing from the tenderness that still remained.
Going through my messages, I found one from my dad that read, "Nick- mom and I went out to see a movie and grab some dinner. We figured you had crashed out. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. We'll be back later tonight. -Dad."
Not even bothering to put on a shirt or shirts, I strolled downstairs in my boxers. There was something quite free about being in a big empty house practically naked. Pulling open the fridge, I looked around but couldn't really find anything I wanted. To tell you the truth, food was the last thing on my mind- all I could think about was Cory. Sure, I had had my fair share of cock in college, but there was something about the way it was with him. He didn't fuck me like the other guys who wanted second dates or constantly asked if I was okay or if it felt good. He fucked me like a man that needed to get off. He wanted nothing more than release and I happily obliged.
But it wasn't just what Cory had done. I hung onto what it had brought out in me. I was acting with a determination I hadn't seen in myself. This afternoon's escapade wasn't just about Cory's release, it was also about mine.
Slamming the fridge, I found the familiar name in my phone and reached out, "Are you free right now?"
It was as if time slowed the second I pressed send. I lingered around the kitchen island, not taking an eye off the screen. If there's one thing I couldn't handle, it was waiting. I paced around the kitchen floor just waiting some sort of response. It wasn't even 24 hours before he had me hitting him up for another round. I thought to myself, what was this guy doing to me?
Admitting my own form of crazy, I set my phone down and started to walk away. Shaking my head, I headed for the stairs. But just as my bare foot reached the first step, I heard a familiar sound from my phone. And just like that, all willpower was lost and I ran for the kitchen island.
Standing on the edge of my feet, I read Cory's message: "Didn't think I'd hear back from you so soon. Be at my front door in five minutes. Don't make me wait."
I snickered. He knew the control he had over me, and before I could even think, I ran upstairs and got dressed. A loose t-shirt and gym shorts would do- I didn't plan on keeping them on long.
Hurrying across the street, I knocked on his door like a man trying to get some answers. He swung open the door, greeting me with that cocky smile ingrained in my memory. With the door now open, he presented himself to me (and the entire neighbourhood). Towering well over six feet, Cory stood like a statue in front of me, dressed in nothing but a pure white towel with his body still damp.
Stepping inside, he remarked, "Four minutes on the dot, Looks like you do know how to follow directions."
I shot back with my own cocky smile, "If there's one thing I can't stand, it's waiting."
Inching closer, I could nearly fell his breath on my skin as he spoke, "That's for sure. It's only been what? A little over five hours since I fucked that pretty little ass of yours."
I shivered, admitting, "Truth is, it's still pretty sore."
Placing his chin on my shoulder, he leaned back and grabbed my ass with his huge hand. Giving it a squeeze, he offered, "Well I guess we'll have to get creative, boy."
Cory yanked off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Leaning closer once more, he pressed his chest into me and focused his attention to my back, examining my ass as I stood there anticipating his every movement. He drew his arms to my waist, slowly pulling down my shorts until they passed my ass and fell completely to the floor.
Letting out low moans, traced my hands up his back, resting them on his shoulder blades. His body was hard as marble, yet still soft with every curious touch. I didn't know where his limits where. I wasn't sure how far Cory would let me go. I just knew that man could do anything he wanted to me, and I'd happily oblige.
He pulled back, looking me straight in the eye, "Mmm. I can't wait 'til I get to fuck that ass."
His eyes pierced me and suddenly I didn't care about the soreness. I wanted him.
Finishing his statements, he continued, caressing my cheeks, "But we'll save that for tomorrow. Tonight, we're going to be gentle."
I smiled, pleased at his concern. Smirking, I thought to myself, "This cocky guy already made plans to have sex tomorrow." And yet I was okay with that.
He lead me into the living room. The space, once bright this morning, was filled with warm colors of amber curtains, wood finishes, and accents of our skin. He stopped me at the couch, instructing, "Show me your ass."
Turning, I faced knelt on the couch, arching my back and waiting for his eager motions. He grabbed my shoulder, correcting himself, "No- turn around. I want to watch you."
Surprised, I got up and leaned on the couch, propping my head up against the back cushion. Cory had barely touched me yet my cock rose to attention.
He stood there, examining me, "Lift up those legs for me, boy."
Following instructions, I raised my legs as he knelt down. I could feel his warm breath on my hole, puckering with every exhale.
