Indulgence (269 page)

Nicco turned slowly, held out his arms. Parker went into
them, as lips, tongues and teeth clashed with urgency. Nicco’s hands roamed all
over him. Parker heard himself moaning, sighing Nicco’s name. His brain
released every ounce of tension and anxiety he’d been harboring about this very
moment, the moment Parker became true to himself at last. His eyes burned but
Nicco kept kissing him, muttering something around his lips as he reached down
to tug Parker’s towel off.

He grunted when Nicco gripped him. He trembled, confusion
taking hold, making him dizzy. The hand kept up its steady rhythm, lips stayed
on his, tongues met and retreated. The room dimmed around Parker’s vision.

“Holy shit.” His whole body pulsed with energy he couldn't
contain as he groaned and shook, mortified at his teenager-ish knee jerk
orgasm. “God.” He broke away, stepped back, his ears buzzing with shame and a
low hum of still unfulfilled need. “I’m, um, sorry.” He took another step away
from the man who’d compelled him to act this way. Now he really needed to leave
but wanted to stay, to wrap himself in the blanket that was Nicco and never
emerge.

Nicco held out a hand, his gaze soft, his full lips pursed
with concern. “It’s okay,” he soothed, putting a hand to Parker’s boiling hot
face. Lips touched his, gentler this time, but firm with purpose.

Parker sighed and wrapped his arms around the other man,
reveling in the hard planes, the angles, and rough skin. Nicco maneuvered him
backward towards the couch. They stayed standing, hands unable to settle as
Parker allowed himself to touch Nicco all over.

The amazing velvet of Nicco’s shaft filled Parker’s hand as
he palmed it. His own cock surged back to life, springing up between them.

“Let go a minute. Trust me. I need to feel you against me,”
Nicco murmured into his mouth. Parker wound his shaking fingers in the silky
depths of Nicco’s hair, groaning with satisfaction as their bodies melded, heat
meeting heat. Nicco broke away then, put his hands on either side of Parker’s
face. Parker tried his best to calm his breathing but he couldn’t, didn’t want
to.

“Fuck me. Nicco. Please…I…want you to.” Nicco blinked, took
a long breath, then pressed kisses to his nose, both cheeks, his neck, making
him moan and fist his hands in the long, silky hair again. “Please. God,
Nicco.”

“No, Parker. I can’t. I won’t. I’m no good for you….” Their
lips met again and they dropped to the couch together even as Nicco protested.
Parker couldn’t tell where he ended and Nicco began. The realization made a
bright beam of happiness pierce his brain.

“Stop!” Nicco pulled away then, disentangled himself and
sat, his shoulders heaving. Parker leapt to his feet, stood in front of the man
who’d enticed him on so many levels. Putting a hand to his chin he tilted the
dark, handsome face up. Their mutual nakedness felt completely natural.
Parker’s usual reticence about nudity vanished in the flash of Nicco’s dark,
sexy stare.

“I
won’t
stop. I want this. So do you. I
will
stop pretending though. If you will.” He stepped closer, his throbbing sex
inches from Nicco’s lips. “If you won’t fuck me then….” he gasped as the other
man rose, gripped his face, and stared into his soul.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Parker. But I am going to make
love to you. Over and over and over again.” Parker dropped his hands to his
sides, let Nicco kiss him, allowed himself to accept his touch everywhere, then
nearly make him pass out with the sensation of lips, tongue, and throat.

Their combined breathing rasped, loud, overpowering the
music pounding from the speakers. After nearly bringing on another mind-blowing
orgasm and making Parker want to cry with satisfaction, he stood, wiping his
lips. “Now. To the bed.” He took Parker’s hand and led him into the other room.
The curtains billowed around them, lending a surreal air to the lusty energy between
them.

Nicco sat, tugging Parker down next to him, palmed his
cheek, and kissed him long and deep, making every nerve in Parker’s body sing
out. He reached for Nicco’s cock, needing something to touch, another
connection of some sort. Nicco shifted his hips to give him more access. Their
lips parted.

“That’s it,” he whispered into Parker’s skin. “Now lie back,
let me show you….” He eased him down onto the bed, kissing and licking every
inch of skin.

Parker’s body ached, his head pounded, and an emptiness he’d
never sensed before made itself known, beating into his brain, making him feel
hollowed out. He pulled Nicco’s face up from its current mission lapping at his
nipples. “Please. Show me.”

Nicco’s heart fluttered, his body pulsed with something he refused
to name as he stood and retrieved a tube of lubrication and some condoms from
his suitcase. A virgin—not something he’d encountered in a while. But this
delicious man—his Parker—lay there, so ready and amazing all spread out on the
bed. His bed. His Parker.

Nicco shivered, shook his head, and smiled, lying alongside
the other man, running his hand down Parker’s beautiful face, neck, shoulders.
He leaned in for yet another mind-boggling kiss, groaning at the touch of the
other man’s hand on his flesh.

Go slow. Take it easy
.
Enjoy. It might be the only
chance you get
.

He smiled and cupped Parker’s heavy, contracted sac, ran a
finger beneath it, caressing the smooth skin between balls and ass, making the
other man buck his hips and whimpers escape his lips.

Unable to resist, he lapped at the fluid pearling the end of
Parker’s long cock as he worked his way lower. He sensed Parker’s body pulse,
then give, as he pressed his generously lubed fingertip in, a little at a time.

“Yes... Let go. It’s okay. Relax…my love,” he whispered,
keeping his lips near Parker’s, his own body near explosion. Dear God but he
was tight, glorious, and amazing.

Parker spread his legs, propped his feet on the bed, and
offered his most tender and sensitive body parts to Nicco, making him gasp,
taking deep breaths of aroused man. His own cock twitched and throbbed.
Parker’s hips bucked harder. He released a low, deep groan, filling Nicco’s
head with noise, lust, and a kernel of something scary.

“Parker,” he whispered. “My love, I think you’re ready.” He
pressed hard, felt him release, give way. He groaned. “
Jesu
, Parker.
Querido
.”

“If you don’t fuck me now I’m really gonna be pissed.” The
breathy voice made him grin, as he eased his fingers out, as the beautiful man
lying on the bed hissed, and blew out a breath.

Nicco stood, shaking and speechless, then ducked into the
bathroom to wash his hands and roll a condom down his shaft. When he emerged,
Parker had turned over. “No.” He said, his voice hoarse. “As tempting and
perfect as that is, I… I want to look at you. I need to watch your face while
we make love.”

The man’s beautiful blue eyes bored into him. His handsome
face held tension, but Nicco sensed real relaxation roll through the room for
the first time since they’d met. He ran a hand down Parker’s cheek, his throat
constricted with emotion. He positioned himself between the man’s legs, put a
hand over the long shaft between them and paused. “Might hurt at first. I’m
sorry. But you’re ready,
mi amor
. I know you are.”

“Kiss me,” Parker sighed, angling his hips up, giving
himself completely in a way so perfectly, quintessentially Parker it made
Nicco’s eyes burn with unshed tears. “Please,” he said, his hand on Nicco’s
face.

Nicco covered the other man’s lips, using all of his control
to not shove his way into Parker’s willing body. He moved slowly, easy, loving
the sweet sensuality of the moment more than anything he had ever done. He blew
out a breath as he breached the tight muscles, letting the lube he’d smeared on
the condom slicken the passage. Parker groaned low and throaty as Nicco finally
slid in deep.

“Oh, my God….” Parker cried out, arching beneath him,
offering his whole self. Opening his eyes, he met Nicco’s. Then, that moment,
Nicco knew—he’d found his true love.

Parker’s body clenched as Nicco’s cock reached high, then he
smelled the deep, spicy scent of release as Parker cried out and clutched his
ass.

Nicco let it take him. He clutched at the strong legs bent
up against him. The climax made tears spring to his eyes. He sighed, content
and happy possibly for the first time in his entire, useless life.

Parker stared at the ceiling as his body calmed, cradling
Nicco’s dark head to his shoulder, his body languid with satisfaction. After a
few minutes, Parker tilted Nicco’s face up and pressed lips to his.

“Don’t ever leave,” he whispered.

“I won’t,” the man sighed as he stood, threw away the
condom, and hit the bathroom. He emerged, wiping his hands on a towel. “You
okay?” Parker sat, wincing, and limped to the bathroom. His ass stung but his
heart was full and his brain calm for the first time in years.

“I’ve never been more okay in my entire life.” His leaned in
the doorway, watching Nicco stretch out on the bed. “How is that? You are bad.
I should avoid you.”

Nicco’s face softened. “I’ve been bad, yes. But now, I’m
completely good. With you. Badness over.” He raised a dark eyebrow. “Well,
other than the badness I’m about to get into with you.” Parker sighed and
flopped down beside him, tugging the satin duvet up to cover their naked flesh.
“Roll over, lover. I need some sleep,” the man whispered. He kissed Parker’s
shoulder, making his skin quiver. “We have a whole week. Never fear. I’ll teach
you a lot. But you have to promise to teach me something.”

“What?” He muttered, easing into sleep, held tight in
Nicco’s arms. “If it’s the one move where I take the ball away….”

“How in the hell I can ever stop loving you.”

Parker smiled, pulled Nicco’s hand to his lips. “Okay. It’s
a deal.”

Parker flopped down on his leather couch, exhausted in body
and mind. And lonely beyond belief. He’d spent six weeks of the off-season time
traveling with Nicco, seeing places he never thought he would—Paris, Rome,
Madrid. During their time away to themselves, he’d learned more about his lover
than he thought possible.

Including the fact that Nicco seemed stuck in constant “go
fast” mode. It wore Parker out on a certain level, irritated him when he wanted
to laze around on a Sunday, watch TV, read, fuck a few more times before taking
a nap as the hustle and bustle of an Italian street below floated up to their
open hotel window.

“Lazing around” simply didn’t enter into Nicco’s daily plan.
He would take time to screw around, happy to teach Parker all the fun ways they
could get off together. But after the first time when Nicco had asked how he
could help but love him, he seemed to be on a mission to make Parker come as
many ways as possible. Not that Parker complained about it. But they never
revisited the emotional connection of their first time, not once. Which pissed
Parker off.

He required that, along with the physical. One of the things
he found out about himself during the admittedly fun, sexy trip was how well he
slept in Nicco’s arms. Of course, in the morning, after a vigorous and fully
satisfying lovemaking session Nicco would literally leap out of the bed as if
his skin were on fire and force Parker into a long day of sightseeing,
drinking, eating, and then a full night of clubbing.

At times, Parker wondered if the man remembered he had
uttered the “L” word. By the time they got home, he wondered what had made him
think Nicco capable of love at all. Lust, yes. Fucking constantly, without a
doubt. Capable of nonstop fun days and nights. But Parker wanted something
more—a return to their first night. The slow, erotic, easy love they’d shared
but had not experienced since.

So when they’d landed back on Michigan soil from their long
vacation, sun burned, sore in intimate places, and irritable, he’d turned to
Nicco in the taxi and told him he needed a break. Just a short one, so he could
sort out how he felt.

Nicco had stared at him, unblinking, for over a minute,
dismay in his eyes morphing into something resembling anger. Then, finally a
scary neutrality masked his face, as if Parker’s behavior were to be expected.
As if nothing had happened between them but a whole lot of sex.

Now he sat, having spent five days ignoring the man and
feeling as if he’d had something vital ripped out of his chest. He stared at
the sports network, not seeing or hearing it. Picking up his phone, Parker
willed Nicco to call or text, or something. Two could play at the ignoring game
he guessed. He cursed and tossed the device to the floor, falling almost
immediately into a deep sleep.

After the La Luna vacation, they’d decided to keep their
relationship quiet as long as they could, not out of embarrassment but
jealousy. They craved privacy to explore each other’s bodies while being able
to still function in public without photographers, admirers, and haters dogging
their every step. It had worked, but entailed an annoying routine of “who stays
over” and “hide the incriminating car somewhere” at both of their homes, which
had led Nicco to suggest the vacation.

Tension reigned supreme around the Black Jacks headquarters,
even during the off-season. After the initial supportive groundswell for
Nicco’s coming out, three team members had requested transfers. Nicco had had
to hire a security guard for his suburban condo complex, thanks to a couple of
scary brushes with vehement hate groups.

It had been a trip, a buzz, a crazy, surreal set of weeks
strung together where Parker was alternately ecstatic and orgasmic, or furious
with Nicco’s seemingly blasé attitude about their relationship. Parker didn’t
get it. He simply could not imagine a way they could be together and still play
pro sports, and half the time he thought Nicco didn’t even care one way or
another. Maddening, but dear God he missed him.