He’s just trying to screw with my mind, tease me until he inevitably clocks me in the jaw again or something worse.
“You mean it when you say you aren’t the one who gave me that molly?” he asks me.
He pinches my nipple gently, then much harder when I pull in a tiny gasp.
“It’s the truth,” I tell him. “And I would have won that game even if you were sober anyway.”
He hums, taking away his touch.
He smells so good it almost pisses me off. I get a hint of the apple brandy now, too, but it’s also just hisskin. How can the natural smell of someone’s skin smell so good?
“I never wanted you, despite what the drug made me say that night,” Niko says now, his expression cold. “But I’ve always wanted to shut you up.”
He moves. I hear the faint clinking sound of metal on metal and I realize with a start that he’s unbuttoning his belt.
No shot.
He’s actually going further.
Not just teasing me and revoking it.
He moves to pull down his pants and underwear and when I see him pull out his cock, my whole world goes surreal.
Niko Berlant’s cock.
Holy fucking motherfuck?—
I’ve seen it in videos so many times by now.
I even felt like a sick freak, going back to his videos over and over again, edging myself for as long as he did and forcing myself to come only when he was, too.
I liked when he got that new six of hearts tattoo on the back of his hand, because I got to watch it as it wrapped around his dick.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” I tell him, and I hate that he can probably hear the wavering in my voice.
My eyes focus on the top of another big tattoo that comes up from his thigh onto his hip, long, looping ink on his skin. He reaches down to grip my bulge through my pants and I can’t control the strangled little moan that comes from my throat.
So much contact.
Everything I have been craving for years and years.
My heart feels too big for my chest, like I might explode. I try to force myself to breathe evenly, calm down, and not let on that this is shattering my entire world into pieces right now.
Niko lifts an eyebrow and squeezes my cock a little more. “You’re so fucking hard for me, but I’m the one who’s out of my mind?”
“Christ, Niko?—”
“I told you I’ve been waiting to shut you up.”
A moment later his cock is right in front of my face. The tip of his cock hits my lips, warm and firm, like he wants me to kiss it.
Trying to shove inside.
I keep my lips closed, trying to collect any rational thought in my mind.
This is really happening.
My heart’s beating out of control now. He releases his grip on my cock and I miss the feeling already, because it wasn’t enough.
