Nathan braced his hands on the counter again as I began moving in and out of him.
“Look at us,” I told him, and his eyes quickly went to the mirror. “Look how perfect we fit together,” I bit out as I began to increase the pace. Nathan’s body was hot and tight around me and I knew I wouldn’t last.
“Do you see it?” I demanded.
Nathan managed a nod. “See it,” he whispered. “Beautiful.”
Hell yeah, it was. I leaned over him to kiss him hard as I fucked him. He returned my kiss eagerly.
“Remember, I come first,” I said. “Want you to see what you do to me.”
He nodded frantically.
I quickly pulled out of him and turned him around. My mouth slammed down on his as I lifted him so he was sitting on the counter. I dragged his ass to the edge and he automatically wrapped his legs around my waist. I shoved into him hard. He let out a keening cry as I nailed his prostate, and I quickly slapped my hand over his mouth so the guy guarding the inside of the house wouldn’t hear him and come running.
I shuttled in and out of Nathan’s hot body as my orgasm hovered just out of reach. Nathan’s fingers bit into my arms where he was hanging onto me. I replaced my hand with my mouth and kissed him, absorbing his cries of pleasure.
“So beautiful,” I told him as I pounded into him. “Mine, Nate. You’re mine.”
Nathan nodded in agreement. “Mine too, Vincent,” he managed to get out. “You’re mine…always.”
His claim of ownership was enough to send me over the edge. He clasped my face in his hands so he could watch me as I came deep inside of him. I didn’t manage to stifle the snarl of satisfaction that was caught in my throat as my orgasm washed over me in waves. I hung there as my balls emptied and my release bathed my dick in heat. I could barely breathe as explosions of pleasure continued to detonate under my skin. My harsh breaths mixed with Nathan’s whimpers in the silence of the bathroom. I glanced down to see he’d heeded my warning not to come, but his dick was flushed an angry shade of purple and his abdomen was covered with lines of sticky pre-cum.
“Do you need to come, my beautiful boy?” I asked as I leaned down to gently kiss him.
He nodded, because he didn’t seem capable of anything else.
“Keep hanging onto me, okay?” I said softly as I began to slowly pump in and out of him. I closed my hand around his dick and gave him a few gentle tugs before I added pressure. I could hear my release squishing inside of him as I began to thrust into him harder and harder. Nathan’s fingers dug into my skin as he hung onto the backs of my upper arms. I kept working his dick as I increased my pace, shuttling my half-hard dick in and out of his ass. His inner muscles began to pulse around me and his throbbing cock swelled. Cries of delight escaped his throat, and I covered his mouth with mine to swallow the sound.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered against Nathan’s lips as I changed the angle of my hips and pressed against his prostate. He shouted my name and then he was coming all over my hand, my chest, even my chin. I loved the feel of his warm cum coating my skin as he came apart in my arms. His body jerked and thrashed beyond his control until the orgasm finally eased. When he began to relax, I pulled him upright and wrapped my arms around him, not caring about the cum stuck between our bodies or still covering my hand. All I cared about was the feeling of Nathan’s body lined up perfectly with mine and the way he clung to me, like he would never let me go.
For those few moments, everything was right in my world.
Until he said the words that I’d never expected to hear again in my lifetime.
“I love you, Vincent.”
I love you, Vincent.
The words had been playing on an endless loop in my head all morning, and I’d only managed to escape them once Nathan had taken the stage to give his speech. At that point, I’d been all business as I’d worked the crowd and coordinated with Ronan’s men and the plain-clothed Secret Service agents to identify anything unusual. I’d barely listened to Nathan as he’d spoken, but I hadn’t missed how charged the crowd was when he took the stage. Or that he was a natural in the way he spoke to them. I almost wished I could have just stopped and listened to him speak, because he was mesmerizing.
His speech lasted a mere twenty minutes. I returned to his side when he was departing the stage and kept my eyes on all the men and women who pressed forward to give him their well-wishes. He worked the crowd like he’d been doing it his entire life. I supposed, in a way, he had been. The close proximity gave me a chance to study his reactions as he spoke to his constituents.