“Well, we don’t want to let him down. He thinks we’re fucking—” Before he can finish, I have him over my shoulder, and I take the stairs three at a time as his laughter is muffled against my back.
When we make it to his room, he’s already tugging at my clothes, his laughter forgotten, but I toss him onto the bed and flip him. Dragging his shirt off, I tie his hands with it and secure it to his bed post before pulling down his pants and tossing them behind me.
I pull his boxers down and expose his ass, then I bite his cheek until he bucks below me with a yelp. “Nikko,” he whines.
“Make that noise again. It’s my fucking favorite,” I growl as I shove my sweatpants down and kick them off, removing my tank before I climb into bed behind him.
I drag him up onto his hands and knees, and he looks at me over his shoulder. His beautiful eyes challenge me to take him like this. Dragging my cock along his ass, I smirk as he shivers. “Moan for me, baby.”
“Make me,” he orders.
My eyes narrow, and he shudders under me as my hands tighten to the point of pain. Usually, I’m very careful with him. I know he isn’t breakable, but I never want to hurt him. Right now, I’m not feeling very soft or forgiving, so despite the fact that he’s unprepared, I open the closest drawer, slick my cock with the bottle of lube, and then push inside him. I force myself deep as he scrambles up, trying to get away as he cries out. His ass is tight, and I grind my teeth as I snarl, pulling out and thrusting back in.
“That’s it. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to bend you over and fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk. You wanted me to show you exactly how much I desire you.”
His whine is more animal than human as his head falls forward and he pushes back, relaxing and letting me slide deeper, until I’m all the way inside his body. Sweat beads on his spine as I give him a minute to pant, and then I pull out and slam back in. I set a hard, fast pace, giving him no choice but to keep up. His bound hands clutch the bed as he screams my name in both pleasure and pain, but even so, he pushes back, taking me deeper while giving me permission to go harder.
So, I take his ass harder than I ever have, my desire spilling out. An uncomfortable hunger leaves us both gasping and sprinting toward our releases. Tilting his hips, I keep him at that angle, knowing when I find the spot because he yells my name eagerly.
I hear his phone ringing, but we ignore it, and it eventually cuts off. I hammer into him from behind, his moans growing louder, and I know he’s close, but then that annoying ringing splits the air again.
Snarling, I reach for his cell that won’t stay quiet. I eye the name, ready to turn it off, but when I see who it is, an evil thought comes to mind.
I hit answer and press it to my ear.
“What?” I snap.
Zia doesn’t seem to care as he pushes back, urging me to move again.
“Z?” Faiz asks, sounding confused.
“No, it’s Nikko. We’re busy. What?” I snarl, and Zia jerks around, his eyes wide, and I roll my hips. He cries out before slamming his lips shut, shooting me an evil glare that would make anyone else shrink away in fear, but I simply smirk.
“Put Zia on,” Faiz orders.
“No, and stop calling him and turning up. I thought you would get the picture, but obviously not, so let me make it very clear.” I press the phone to Zia’s face as I pull out and thrust in so hard, he cries out. Leaning over him, I lick his ear with a satisfied puff as he pants, then I put the phone to my mouth again.
“Hear that? He’s mine. Back off.” I hit end and toss it away.
He’s shaking under me now, and I know he’s close. Reaching down, I squeeze his cock as I bite his neck, and his roar of pleasure is only drowned out by my own. I fill him with it, pressing it so deep, he can’t escape me before I carefully pull out. I lick his neck as he collapses before crumpling across him.
Both of us are sweating and curled up together when he glances at me some time later. “And you said I was possessive.”
“I never said I wasn’t. I’ll remind him as many times as he needs.” I kiss him softly. “You’re mine. I’ll remind you, too, when you forget.”
Rolling over me, he slings his legs over my waist. “I seem to have forgotten already.”
Groaning, I grip his hips as I grow hard.
“What?” He smirks as he rocks forward. “Too tired for round two? I could always call?—”
I jerk up and cover his words with my lips until he moans for me again.
FORTY
Two weeks have passed, and Nikko is back at training. I hate it, so I sit on the side, my glasses in place. I’m supposed to be working. Yuki is beside me, but I keep checking on Nikko in the ring to make sure he’s okay. He’s still staying with me, and neither of us seem eager for him to leave. In fact, I’ve gotten used to it. I don’t know how I would deal with the house being so empty now.
Crossing my left leg over my right, I put my laptop to the side and lean forward on my elbow as I watch him duck under a swing his training partner delivers.
