I needed to come badly enough before but now I practically want to beg for it.
When I finally pull back for air, it’s like I’ve been plunged into a trance.
His blue fucking eyes.
His fucked up hair.
The way he’s looking at me like he wantsallof me, even though…
Even though I know damn well he’s only doing this for one reason.
I glance across the room and notice Weston holding up his phone. He’s filming Hunter, Rayne, and Roman as they do some sort of dance. I swallow hard, attempting to bring myself back down to Earth, finding any semblance of composure.
“That was smart of you,” I murmur at Niko.
”Smart of me to kiss you, Ollie?”
I can still feel it.
I nod toward Weston. “You saw him start to film a video, so you went in to kiss me in the background. You know Wes is going to post that online, and we’ll be there in the back, kissing like we didn’t even know he was filming. Smart.”
Niko’s silent for a moment.
He stares across the room, his eyes slightly narrowed, studying Wes.
“Right,” he finally says. “It’ll be perfect. So why the fuck did you stop kissing me?”
He leans over me and his lips are on mine before I have time to react, and somehow his second kiss takes me off guard even more than the first.
Niko pulls my lower lip between his teeth and gives it a gentle bite before going in again and biting harder.
“God,fuck,” I hiss at him as he pulls back for just an instant, tracing my lips with his thumb. “You can’t kiss me like that out here.”
He’s holding my face in his hands, his gaze dancing over me like he has zero plans of stopping.
“Give me one reason why not.”
“Because you’ll make me come in my pants right in the middle of this party.”
Admitting that was probably a very bad idea.
His eyes flare wide at the suggestion, a bright flash of hunger, like he very much enjoys the idea of making me lose control like that.
“I’m sure people are starting to notice us,” he says as he leans in close to my ear. I can feel his breath on my earlobe before he bites me there, too.
At that exact moment, I know for certain that there’s a depraved streak inside me that has probably always been there.
Because I don’t feel embarrassed at all.
I don’t feel like I’m behaving badly.
I only have one thought, above all the others, when Niko tells me that people are probably noticing us.
Let them fucking watch.
My cock throbs under my pants as I lean back a little on the couch, spreading my legs just slightly wider, opening up my body language for him entirely.
He runs his palm from my chest all the way up to my neck, cupping my throat for just a moment before sliding his hand around to the back of my head again.
