“Nose.” His eyes open and fix on me. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. I’m going to make you suck cock even better than I do.”
Gripping the base of his dick, I pull back and slide down his length, wanting to be the best he’s ever had so he never thinks about anyone else.
“Just like that,” he praises. “You’re doing well, but you can go faster. Use your other hand to play with my balls.”
Reaching down, I grip his testicles, and when he moans, I tighten my hold as I slide my mouth down. His hips move, taking over, and he uses my mouth while I let him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his hips moving faster until I’m just along for the ride, and I love it. I love watching him come apart. His eyes are wild, his hair is mussed, and his cheeks are red. He looks far from the perfect Mr. Xander the public always sees, and I crave more of it.
I try to think of what I like when I touch myself to the thought of him, then I move my fingers in time with my mouth. His shocked cry fills the air, spurring me on.
“Um, is everything okay?” Atom asks from somewhere close by.
I stop and narrow my eyes. Zia looks at me as if he’s unsure what to do. This is the first time I’ve seen him like this, and I like that he looks to me for answers. Popping my mouth from his cock, I tighten both hands on him until he bites back a groan.
“Tell him you’re fine,” I whisper. “I’m not stopping, even if he comes in here.”
“Everything is fine!” he calls, his voice wobbling, then I suck him all the way down my throat, and he moans loudly. No doubt Atom knows what’s happening in here, but I hear him leave anyway. “He probably thinks you’re servicing me for your clothes,” Zia rasps, driving into my throat.
“Let him,” I murmur as I slide off his dick. “I don’t care as long as you don’t make me stop.”
“Not a chance.” He drives in deeper. “Keep doing it just like that.”
I can’t talk as he thrusts wildly into my mouth, forcing me to take him faster and deeper. His praises fill the air as he teaches me what he likes, and I use it against him until his hips stutter, and I know he must be close.
Rolling my eyes up to his, I swallow him all the way down and hold him at the back of my throat as I squeeze his balls.
His back arches as he cries out, and his cock jerks in my mouth, his cum flooding my throat. I swallow it as he pants and shakes, his hips moving softly as he rides his release.
When he slumps back into the wall, I slide his length from my mouth, licking my aching lips. My own cock is uncomfortably hard in my shorts, but I ignore it as I watch him.
I tuck him away and straighten his pants, fastening them before I slide up his body. He watches me, his eyes wide and face red as I kiss his lips. “That’s my thanks. I was right by the way—tasty,” I whisper against his lips. “Like jelly.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, and he seems to be lost for words for once. He pulls me closer, kissing me hard and fast as he slides his hand down my torso and cups my aching dick. “Let me?—”
“No.” I kiss him to lessen the blow. “I don’t want you to think this is transactional. This wasn’t about me. It was about you and the fact that I couldn’t stop myself.” I step back and turn away, unbuttoning the shirt and hanging it. My hands shake as I fight off my need to bend him into the mirror and drive into his pretty ass until we get arrested.
Even then, I don’t think I could stop.
Zia Xander has officially ruined me, and I don’t care.
THIRTEEN
Ididn’t expect to run into Nikko today. I needed to clear my head and do research, but it was the best thing that could have happened. I was just glad to help him and be at his side, but when he started stripping, I couldn’t help it. It was like playing with fire, and I guess it finally exploded and burnt both of us.
I stare at his back, panting and shaking. Doesn’t he know he just rocked my entire world?
It was so innocent and fucking perfect.
I can’t remember the last time I felt pleasure like that. It was desperate and wild, like two storms clashing, and neither of us could stop, but now he dresses like nothing happened while I gawk at his back.
Was I wrong about him? Is he a player?
I notice his hands shaking and I know he isn’t. He couldn’t fake that kind of desire, and even if I’m not the only one he’s fucking right now, I don’t care—no, fuck that. That’s my old way of thinking. I want to know. I have the right to. I refuse to play games.
I spin him, and his eyes widen as I pull him down and press my fingers to his chin.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” I warn, pinching hischin harder. Despite the fact that he towers over me and could easily kill me with one punch, he lets me manhandle him. “Not anymore. We might not be dating, Nikko, but you just crossed that line, and now you have to pay the consequences.”
