“You—now, please? You now, please, please…” Maybe he still had words in him, even though they made no f*****g sense as they spilled out.
Dex got it, though. He slipped his fingers out—Nick whined again—and then he must have been getting himself ready, but all Nick could do was float in anticipation, fisting the covers, desperate to feel that spark again.
“Turn over,” Dex said. His voice sounded like Nick felt—trembling, strained.
Nick shook his head, managing to open his eyes at least. “No, I—can we do it like this? With you…” He spread his legs as wide as he could, waiting for Dex to fill the space.
“It might be a bit harder for you? For your first time…”
“I want to…” See you. Hold you. He couldn’t say it. “Please?”
Dex stopped arguing. He climbed in between and leaned up until his
