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“No, we’re good,” Zia replies, his eyes dropping to my exposed chest. “Really good.”
I turn, and we are both breathing heavily. His throat bobs as he swallows, and I swear I feel him touching me as his eyes drag over my chest.
I can’t take it anymore.
I have to know.
I shove him harder than I mean to, barely able to think, the air closing in around me. My desire is so hot, I can’t contain it. He hits the wall hard, and I’m on him in a second, bracing my arms on either side of his head as I press my lips to his.
His hands fist the material of the shirt, dragging me closer until we are pressed together. His head tilts up and his mouth opens to give me access.
Zia’s lips are pillowy soft, and when I sweep my tongue into his mouth, I groan as I taste him. He gasps as I tilt my head, dropping my hand to angle his face to deepen the kiss.
Desire courses through me, and the kiss turns brutal, but neither of us cares as we fight to get closer. He breaks away, gasping for air, but I need more. I need to feel his skin.
I need to know he’s as soft as these fucking clothes.
I need him in a way I’ve never needed anyone, and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
My lips brush over his perfect cheeks and then down his neck, sucking, kissing, and biting.
“Is this my thanks for helping you?” Zia rasps, his head tilted back into the wall as I kiss down his neck, breathing in his addictive scent. My cock is so hard, it aches and begs for attention, but I ignore it. I can’t stop touching him. I want to do all the wicked things I haven’t let myself dream of since I met him. I need him to see how badly I want him.
I want to meet his dare head-on.
I’m not scared anymore.
Wherever this takes us, I’m along for the ride. I’m in the fucking passenger seat, waiting to go.
“No, this is,” I croon as I drop to my knees. His eyes widen as he stares down at me, his lips raw and parted from my kiss. “Fuck, you look so good right now.” Gripping the edges of his pants, I deftly undo the button then meet his eyes again. “Tell me I can. Tell me I can taste you right now. I’m sick of holding back, sick of fighting this. I need you in my mouth. I need to know how you feel when you use me.”
“Yes,” he whispers breathlessly. He reaches down and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Yes, Nikko, taste me. Fuck me.”
I shove his pants down so they pool around his feet and his dick springs free. He’s hard as hell, thick, and so fucking long, I stare, feeling a bit intimidated. He’s completely hairless and has more fucking jewels piercing the tip of his cock, and something about that drives me crazy.
I lean in and lick the piercing. He moans loudly, the sound makingmy length throb in my shorts. A bang sounds, and I look up to see his head hitting the wall again, his heavy-lidded eyes locked on me as I wrap one hand around his length and hold him still for me.
I have never done this before, but I want to see this cocky man weak for me.
I want to know what he looks like when he lets go.
I want to know what he sounds like when he comes.
Sucking on his tip, I watch his reactions and alter what I’m doing until he’s gripping my hair and trying to thrust into my mouth, and then I pull back.
“Nikko,” he murmurs, “please.”
“Do you like it?” I whisper, kissing his cock as I speak. “Do you like putting me in my place? Do you like knowing I want you so fucking much I can’t think straight, and that I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anyone else? You’re all I think about, even while training, sleeping, and eating. I always wonder what you’re doing, what you’re wearing, or if you’d moan for me. Ever since that fucking night, you’re all I see, Zia, all I can focus on.”
I confess it like a sin as I lick his length, and he groans.
“I’ve never tasted cum before. Is it sweet?” I muse. “Salty? I want to taste yours. I want it to ruin me for anything else, even food. I want to fucking drown in it. I want you to want me as much as I want you.”
“Fuck.” He tugs my hair. “I do. I want you that fucking badly, and if you don’t suck my cock right now, I swear to the gods, Nikko, I will—” He gasps as I suck him deeply into my mouth, swallowing him to the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in, and I try to pull away, but he holds me there, his eyes rolled back in his head.
My eyes water as I struggle to breathe.
