A Royal Christmas Cruise (Stonewall Investigations Miami 2.50)

I kissed him again, the memory warming my heart. Under the covers, we both were rubbing each other, softly, lazily. I had my hand around Nick, and Nick had his hand around me, his thumb crossing over my slit and sending mini shock waves exploding down my spine.

“Happy one-year anniversary,” I said playfully as I leaned up, opening my legs a little wider under the covers as Nick’s stroking became more vigorous. He rubbed our two tips together, making my eyes roll and my lips part.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Nick, the mischievous horny prince that he was, went under the covers, disappearing as his kisses started to brush against my skin, trailing downward, over my stomach, down to the base of my hard length. It looked like I had been trying to smuggle the Eiffel Tower under Nick’s white bedsheets. There was a small wet spot growing from where I leaked as Nick’s tongue massaged my balls.

I threw the bedsheets off me, having to watch as Nick popped one of my balls into his mouth. He smiled at me from between my legs as he sucked, rolling my nut gently between his lips, flicking his tongue across my skin.

I stretched my legs out and curled my toes. Nick’s room was on the fourth floor and the bed was pushed away from the window, so even though I could see out, I knew that no one could see in.

“I’ve missed you,” Nick said, his breath tickling my inner thighs. He moved to my other nut, sucking and playing with it.

“I missed you, too, Nick.” I dropped my head on the fluffy pillow, already wishing I didn’t have to leave. I had flown in three days ago and was only supposed to say for another three, but I was seriously considering extending my trip. Maybe I could stay until next Christmas?

Nick’s tongue traced up my shaft, his warm breath sending shivers through me. He popped me into his mouth and looked up at me, wearing a grin as he swallowed my cock, going all the way down to my balls in one go. I moaned, biting on a knuckle before I got too loud. I never knew when someone was walking just outside the door, and with Nick between my legs, I had a tendency of getting loud enough to be heard even through a closed door.

His head bobbed up and down as he worked me. I loved how hungry he looked. How he seemed to love sucking me off as much as I loved it. It drove me absolutely crazy with desire, frying all my circuits with a blazing hot heat.

And then Nick did something else that sent me completely over the edge. He stopped sucking on me and went back to licking, tracing his tongue down my shaft, over my balls. There, he lifted my sac, and his tongue went back to work, making stars shoot across my vision. I writhed on the bed as Nick’s tongue flicked over the sensitive bridge of flesh and down toward my pulsing hole. My balls were resting on his face as he flicked his tongue up and down. I returned the knuckle back between my teeth as another loud and uncontrollable moan threatened to escape me

When he came up for breath, I took that moment to truly admire him. His strong shoulders, sinewy with muscles that broadened his shape, twitched as he held himself up, his lips shiny and wet. He was on the bed and kneeling between my legs, so I could see his hard dick swinging between his thighs, his heavy balls looking like they needed to be emptied.

And I knew exactly how I could make them blow.

“Come here,” I said, moving down on the bed so that our cocks were pushed back together again and my feet dangled off the edge. I grabbed Nick and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. It was an intoxicating mix that only made me more drunk off our love.

“I want to fuck you.” The words came out of me in a growl. Before Nick and I got together, I had considered myself a vers, enjoying both giving and receiving. But since Nick, I found that all I really loved to do was top him. The way his body fit around mine made me transcend every single time we made love. I couldn’t get enough of his perfect, bubbly ass. Of being inside it. I reached around him and squeezed, emphasizing my words.

Nick didn’t waste any more time. He rolled off me and went to the nightstand, the one away from the window. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the small black bottle of lube. I admired him as he pumped some onto his open hand, my gaze drawn down to his hard cock, the sexy tuft of dark hair sitting above his thick base like a crown.