Free Sidewinder 01 Shock & Awe by Abigail Roux Page A

reminding himself to be gentler as he worked his hips, seeking friction for his thrusts. He reached around Kelly with his slick hand and palmed his cock, beginning to stroke him, his movements forcing Kelly to fuck his hand.
    Kelly rose on his toes again. He exhaled in a gust. Nick shoved Kelly’s head to the side and their lips sought each other out, sucking and biting, their tongues lapping. Nick found the tight ring of muscle at Kelly’s ass with the head of his cock, pushing at it with a careful thrust.
    Kelly moaned wantonly, and the sound went straight to Nick’s throbbing cock. Kelly’s jumped in Nick’s hand, the tip leaking against his thumb.
    “If I beg, will you shove that into me?” Kelly asked.
    “No,” Nick ground out. He thrust harder though, pressing at those muscles, making Kelly think he could enter him. There was no way he’d force himself past those tense muscles, though, not for the first time.
    “Jesus Christ, Nick,” Kelly gasped. His hands splayed against the wall.
    Nick moaned, pressing his face into Kelly’s neck. He took advantage of the tension pouring off Kelly’s body, of the chance to let Kelly feel Nick’s cock pressing at those muscles.
    Their panting breaths mingled together. Kelly’s strangled gasps were loud in Nick’s ears. He pushed his ass back, obviously liking the feeling and wanting more. With some patience and preparation, Kelly was going to be one hell of an entertaining bottom. Nick could imagine exactly what it would be like to stretch him out on a bed and lay into him.
    “Kels,” Nick ground out, desperately fighting back his orgasm.
    “Come on, Nick!” Kelly shouted. He reached back and dug his fingernails into Nick’s ribs, breaking the skin as he dragged them. Nick shouted and tightened his grip on Kelly’s neck, pulling his whole body away from the wall and then slamming him into it as he came.
    Kelly talked the whole way through, mumbling to him, begging him, groaning and moaning. Nick held to him as they both gasped and grunted, as his cum spurted between Kelly’s legs and against his ass.
    “Jesus fucking Christ that feels good,” Kelly finally panted.
    Nick pushed away from him, taking hold of his shoulder and turning him to press his back against the wall. Kelly was biting his lip, his eyes fluttering as he tried and failed to keep them open. Nick stepped close and kissed him, diving into it. Kelly’s hands tangled in his hair.
    Nick growled into the languid kiss. All sense of urgency had leaked out of both of them, and Nick’s palm was covered in cum that wasn’t his. He pulled away from the kiss. “You came, didn’t you?”
    Kelly began to laugh, curling around Nick and pressing their bodies closer.
    “Jackass,” Nick muttered against his lips.

    Kelly stretched out on the lounger on the small balcony outside his bedroom. The stars winked overhead. The moon shone down, bright on his bare skin. It was cool enough that Nick had gone back inside for a blanket, because neither of them was willing to get dressed again.
    Nick’s cum was drying between his legs. He’d refused to clean up because he wanted to feel it there. It was a singularly odd sensation, but Kelly was digging it. In fact, it was sexy as hell. He was all for new experiences, after all.
    He was also pretty sure there was going to be a handprint on his neck. Bite marks on his shoulder. Jesus Christ, that was hot. And he’d actually been compelled to put Neosporin on Nick’s ribs where he’d drawn blood.
    He heard Nick bang into something and cuss it up and down before stumbling out onto the balcony. Kelly snickered as Nick wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and cursed the table one more time.
    “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t there before,” Nick grumbled.
    Kelly laughed harder. “I’m pretty sure it was.”
    “Shut up.”
    “You’re high.”
    “Oh, look at the pothead calling the kettle names,” Nick said in a singsong voice as he settled onto the wide