We leaned toward each other, my eyes falling shut at the familiar touch of his lips against mine. It wasn’t our usual frenetic hunger, prying out lips open, tongues demanding connection, hands ripping at our clothing. We took our time, pulling small pecks from each other, and ever touch of his lips made my body throb, little zings of pleasure zipping through my muscles.
Hunger bubbled in my belly. I put my hands on Nik’s waist as I rolled my hips forward. The contact tempered the sweetness we’d been sharing as the heat of demand rose between us, our fingernails digging into skin as we tugged off our shirts.
“C’mon,” Nik said, wrapping his arm around my waist and guiding me to his bedroom. His bed was encased in moonlight, still a mess from when he got out of it that morning. I waited while Nik turned on the lamp on his bedside table, the anticipation of tasting all my favorite parts of his skin making my pulse rise.
Watching Nik shed his clothes was a wonderful sight and it hiked my impatience to do the same. He sat on the edge of his bed, and lifted a hand in invitation, eyebrows flicking upward.
Nik’s gaze swept over me as I drew closer and he reached up to loosely fist my cock, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip before he took me in his mouth. I twisted my fingers through his soft hair, a low groan rumbling in my chest.
I turned myself over to feeling, the roll of Nik’s tongue along the underside of my cock, the wet heat of his mouth making my toes curl. He took me all the way down to the base, the tip of my cock touching the back of his throat. I pulled out quickly or risk this ending far too soon.
I wanted to take my time and draw out every inch of pleasure between us. Pushing him on his back, I followed Nik as he crawled up the bed, covering his body with my own as I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
Nik’s mouth parted, his gaze searching my face. He rested his hand between my shoulders and nodded. “Okay,” he whispered, thigh brushing against my hip as he shifted under me.
We untangled from each other, Nik searching in the drawers of his bedside table. He looked over his shoulder briefly setting lube on the bed along with a condom.
“Anticipating something?” I asked, smirking at the high flush on his cheekbones.
“More like I was gonna ask you to fuck me, but you beat me to the punch,” Nik said, shuffling around until he was between my legs, pushing a knee toward my chest. He ghosted a finger over my entrance, and I bit my lip to muffle a groan. “But I’m down when we go for round two.”
Jesus, I hadn’t even considered that, gripping hard to the little bit of resolve I had. The idea of being inside of Nik was too tempting to pass, though.
“Sure,” I said, breathless. Impatience started running over, my thighs shaking and dick aching. Nik continued to circle his finger around my hole, his thumb pressing against the muscle above it, cracking a moan out of me.
He pulled more moans out of me as he pressed his finger inside of me, agonizingly slow. It lit a flame inside of me, breaking my skin out in a thin sheen of sweat. By the time he was reaching for the condom, his hands were shaking as hard as I was.
Nik continued to take his time as he pushed inside of me, distracting me from the discomfort with his mouth on my neck, sucking hard on the skin, where no doubt, tomorrow would reveal bruises.
“More,” I said between clenched teeth as Nik slowly rolled his hips. My patience had vanished, replaced with a rabid urge for my breath to be knocked out of me. I dug my nails into his sides, and Nik’s hips slammed forward faster, sinking into me to the hilt. “Fuck yeah, like that.”
Nik lifted himself up on his elbow, cradling my leg under his other hand, and pulling it up. “Like that? Yeah, you like that,” he said, as he began to fuck into me enough to make me move up on the mattress.
Sun-soaked pleasure rippled through me, nonsense spilling out of my mouth, insatiable demands knocking off the walls. Coherent thought had long evaporated, replaced with a never-ending river of love. Every hitch of breath, every moan, every sloppy kiss I absorbed. There would never be another chance at this precious first, and I wanted to bottle it forever.
“I need—I just need—” Nik said, his pace losing control. I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us and I smacked at his side to allow me room to slip my hand between us. I’d barely got my hand around my cock before we’d reached the brink, falling into blinding ecstasy.
Nik managed to hold himself up as he slipped out of me, apologizing as he mistook my wince for pain. The truth was I’d missed the connection, but not enough to dull the hazy euphoria swirling in my head.
I closed my eyes and listened to Nik shuffle around the room, muttering under his breath as he went to the bathroom. The tap ran for a bit before I heard him walk back into the room, my stomach jumping at the familiar scratch of a warm washcloth swiping over it.
“Hungry?” Nik asked, throwing a blanket over us as he curled in next to me.
“Starving,” I said, running a palm over his arm. “But I need a few minutes to recuperate. I can’t move at the moment.”
Nik chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “We’ve got time.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His lips were red from kissing, hair damp with sweat. God, I loved him. “I want to ask you something.”
“Okay.”
“Would you go with me to my parents’ vow renewal? Mom confirmed she has a seat for you. I think she’d be pissed if I didn’t bring you.”
Nik smiled, resting his head on his hand. “Yeah, sounds dope.”
Before I could tell him more, my stomach growled loudly, and we both began laughing. “Alright, let’s order something and we can hammer out wardrobe later.”
Nik handed me a pair of sweats babbling about his favorite taco place we could order from. It felt natural.
It felt right.
I didn’t know what would happen after Ada got out of detox, but I was certain Nik would be there with me.
NIK
The lobby of Ada’s treatment center was filled with overstuffed chairs and tall, clean windows and crisp white walls. Everyone here was scarily nice, even the receptionist.
I didn’t know what to expect when we’d first walked into this place. I’d been to every kind of treatment center there was, from the grungiest to some pretty sweet ones, but nothing like this.
Micah sat next to me, his leg bobbing, his hands twisting over themselves. He always got nervous when he came to visit Ada. I understood his fear. There was always the chance that one day Ada would walk away from treatment and never come back.
I offered an upturned palm, and Micah looked down at it for a moment before he put his hand in mine. It was clammy, and I laced our fingers together, ignoring the tightness of his grip.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said, giving his hand a little shake. “You know she’s always excited to see you.”
“I know,” Micah said, keeping his eyes on the door where someone would come out to escort us to the visitor room.
