Movies and Chill

This is a continuation of Chapter 12. It was meant to be in the book, but the chapter got too long, so this is the rest of their date night that we didn’t see.

Tavis

It’s been a long time since I’ve craved someone like I do Nolan. Maybe I’m a creepy old man and am intoxicated by his youth. In the way someone like him can want an older man like me.

I’m not old. I’ve never felt old. But chronologically, I’m stereotypically considered old.

The way his hands grab at my shirt to pull it up, so he can run his hands over my chest and stomach while I grind our still-covered dicks together through our pants, has me hotter than I’ve ever been.

He likes what he sees. He likes what he feels, which is a hairy, not-as-toned-as-they-once-were chest and stomach. Yet he touches me like I’m the fantasy he’s always had.

We struggle out of our clothes, not wanting to stop touching or kissing. Moving away from each other long enough to strip feels like too much space. But he comes back as soon as we’re naked.

Back on my lap, with our cocks pressed between us.

“Lube,” I say against his mouth.

He nods, and for a second, he doesn’t do anything but rub our cocks together as he continues to spread his hands over my chest. It isn’t until I begin touching his hole that he sighs and pulls his mouth from mine.

“Prepping is exhausting,” he mutters as he leans away and pulls open the drawer of the side table. He produces lube and condoms.

“You could prep before I get here,” I offer. “Save some time.”

He smirks. “Lucky for you, I’m a horny man and I did a little. Probably just need more lube, Coach, and then I’m ready to play.”

I bite his lip as he squirts a ridiculous amount of lube on my fingers. Good thing we’re naked. Much easier to wash off the excess.

While I reach around him to press my fingers to his hole, Nolan unrolls a condom onto my cock. “I’m mesmerized by how big this thing is,” he says. “Riding you should earn me awards.”

I chuckle as I lick at his neck while we get each other ready. He has no idea how fucking hard I am for him. Have I ever been so hard? It’s difficult to remember a time when I’ve ever throbbed like this for another man. When the ache inside me is so damn consuming, it feels like I’m burning from the inside out.

“Let me inside you,” I grunt, having reached the end of my patience. “I want to fill you so fucking bad, Nolan.”

He shivers. He stops stroking my dick and rises onto his knees. I kiss his stomach softly as I scoot forward. Nolan comes back down again, reaching behind him to guide my cockhead to his hole while I grip my dick at the base.

With his muscles tense to hold him in place, it feels like my cock is sliding through an unforgiving tube with no stretch. I grunt, trying not to let my hips jerk up as trickles of pleasure shudder down my dick.

Nolan is a damn champ. He slides down my length steadily, moaning the entire time. His hands grip my shoulders now as he takes the last inch or so. I so desperately want to fuck up into him. I want to hear him fill the apartment with his screams. I want to feel the shiver of his pleasure throughout my body.

I don’t because he needs to get comfortable with me inside his body first. If the first and only time we’ve been together is any hint, it won’t take long for him to adjust to my cock inside him.

He’s tighter than a glove. He’s a set of latex gloves two sizes too small. I’m sweating from trying to hold still while he sets me on fire and watches me burn.

And then he’s bouncing on me. I don’t have the chance to fuck up into him as he takes my dick into his body over and over, fucking himself on me. I stare, hypnotized by how this man looks while turned on.

His eyes are unseeing as he rides me. Those sexy noises, unmistakable for what they are, bounce off the walls and sink into me like an injection of arousal straight to my balls. There are no inhibitions at all in this man as he takes his pleasure from my body. Riding me like he was made for me.

He is.

How did I let my daughter have him for so long? How did I keep my hands off him when she could never make him feel this good?

Nolan leans forward, his body shaking as he sinks onto my dick. “Fuck me, Tavis. I need to come on your dick.”

His words are an electric shock that rushes through me. I grip his ass cheeks, pulling them wide, and slide a little further down the couch. Then I give him what he wants.

With every thrust inside of him, his loud cries are right in my ear, filling me further with his lust. His need. His building orgasm. It reverberates inside me as our bodies slap together. The squelch of lube gives the moment a wet feeling that somehow makes it sexier.

He’s so slick. There’s no resistance as I bury myself inside him. No resistance except how tight he is. How his muscles can’t relax as he’s forced to use them in this position.

There’s no warning before he comes. His voice reaches another octave, and his ass becomes a vise. I’m not generally one to be brought to orgasm by a sudden tight hole, but fuck if I don’t join him a minute later because his ass won’t relax.

I’m not even sure our first time together saw me coming that quickly. Holy fuck.

Nolan sighs. “You have a magic dick,” he murmurs.

I chuckle as he slowly climbs off me. I’m not expecting him to, but he removes my condom and discards it before getting a towel from the bathroom. He’s still wiping himself when he comes back and drops the towel on the table.

“Movies now?”

I nod.

“Lie down. I demand cuddles after orgasms.”

Grinning, I adjust on the couch, and Nolan joins me as my little spoon. Without any complaints at all, I wrap my body around him and press my face to the back of his hair. He smells faintly of sweat. Not workout sweat, but sex sweat. A scent that seems to be my kryptonite since my dick rallies to get hard again.

“You feel really good,” Nolan says quietly.

“I’m glad you like my cock.”

“Oh, definitely. You have the kind of dick all the guys worship. But I mean this. You feel really good around me. It’s been a while since I was the little spoon.”

“I didn’t realize you were into guys, too,” I say.

He laughs quietly. “Really? I was pretty sure everyone knew.”

“No. As hypocritical as it sounds, I guess when I met you with my daughter, I assumed you were straight.”

“Yep, hypocritical.” Thankfully, I hear the smile in his voice.

“You didn’t have the same stereotype regarding me, though.”

“No. That’s not how I grew up.”

“Huh.”

“In my family, we kind of embody the fact that gender and sexuality are a spectrum. There are no assumptions. I’ve learned to take context cues in regard to gender pretty quickly once I meet someone, but I never assume sexuality. I do assume a happy relationship when people have been together for twenty years.”

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

“Now that I think about it, I think I’ve been with more guys than girls. Not a lot more, but definitely more. I feel like there’s more… I don’t know. Feeling? Intensity? I feel like the roles are far more even, for sure. I learned that early on.”

“Huh.”

“I’m not the first guy you’ve been with,” he notes.

“No. Not by far. But you are the first in a very long time.”

“Twenty years or so.”

Smirking, I nod. “Yeah. Strangely, I haven’t missed intimacy much until I realized I was attracted to you at the bar the other night.”

“That’s when you first saw me as attractive?”

“Yes. Okay, I think I thought you were pretty. You have a wonderful, vibrant personality that certainly drew me in and kept my attention. More than anything, I loved how you didn’t snub the rest of my kids to give Kelsey your full attention. There’s so much about you I admired.”

“And that you’re trying to pass off as not being attracted.”

I laugh. “Okay fine. Let me rephrase. The bar was the first time I allowed myself to acknowledge said attraction. Better?”

“Yes. And I relate. You were always the hot coach. The girlfriend’s hot father. But when I’m committed to someone, I don’t find other people truly attractive. I can acknowledge that they’re attractive, but I don’t feel it. Does that make sense?”

“It does. So what changed for you?”

Nolan sighs. He adjusts, so he’s on his stomach and can turn his head to look at me. It’s a little awkward because we’re so close. “I think because you made me forget her for the first time since I found out she cheated on me. You being her father barely registered after I recognized you—aside from being mortified that I’d just bitched to you about your daughter for twenty minutes. That part of me that saw you as an attractive person, but not one I felt an attraction toward, switched, and I realized just how attracted I am to you. And you were showing interest and…” He shrugs. “I don’t know that I can explain what I felt or what changed. The moment your fingers brushed mine, I was filled with fire. When you stood between my legs, when you kissed me—Tavis, I’d have let you take me right there.”

My hand trails down his spine to move over his ass. I don’t think either of us is surprised when I let my fingers dip inside his hole again. His leg falls off the couch, giving me better access.

“It was the first night in a long time that I’d been desperate for my shift to end so I could put my hands on you,” I admit, pressing my fingers deeply inside him. I love the way his breath catches. “I’m not sure I’ve wanted someone so badly.”

“The hushed atmosphere of forbidden fruit had nothing at all to do with it.”

I smile as I slide further down and push my fingers deeper at this angle. He groans. “Yes, but weirdly, I was aware of how we knew each other, but it was your age that felt more forbidden. I kept thinking, he’s the same age as my kids!”

“Get inside me, Tavis,” he moans. “Tell me how badly you wanted me with your dick in my lungs.”

I shift over him and reluctantly take my fingers from his hole as I grab another condom. I’m not quite fully hard yet, but I’m certainly hard enough to make my way inside his body. As I rubber up and baste myself in lube, Nolan shifts further onto the couch.

I hover over him. With my foot on the floor for balance, I push my cock deep inside him right away. His body is still ready for me, but I love how tight he already is. Even as he relaxes. I bring my weight down as I sink fully inside him, listening to his whiny moan.

I mean to begin moving right away, but the way his body shivers under me, how his muscles dance, has me keeping myself still and deep, letting the hot, wet tightness of his hole get me fully hard.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about this since that night,” I grunt into his ear. “I fucking love that you’re my daughter’s ex. I love making you feel good in a way that she never has.”

“Never,” he whines.

“I love taking you in a way that she never has.”

He shakes his head, that same high whine leaving his throat again.

“I get to take your body and give you the kind of pleasure that she’d never even consider making you feel. She’s selfish. But more than my own orgasm, I want to feel you come on me. I want to hear you sob. I want to hear my name on your lips as I make you feel good. I want to fill your hole so full of my dick that you remember nothing else for the next week.”

“Yes,” he whimpers. “Fuck, Coach, you’re trying to break me.”

I suck on his earlobe. Yes, I am, but not in the way he’s talking. I want to break him, so he never wants another man again. I want him to want me and only me.

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