Just because he’s calling you “baby” doesn’t mean you can act so plainly fucking needy with him.
“You want it so fucking bad,” he says in a low, definitive tone that makes my skin burn with heat.
When he moves to kiss my neck I feel his soft hair brush up against my face and even that sensation is making my brain short circuit. I push my hands between our bodies and go for the top button and zipper on my pants, shoving them down.
I’m practically shaking.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this, especially not here where anyone could walk in at any moment, but I’m so beyondmaking senseright now that I don’t stand a chance of stopping.
I have my cock out and in my fist a moment later, mashed up between us as the front of his body leans on mine.
“Tired of you denying me,” I whisper.
“You sure? Because it seems like you kind of love it.”
I let out a strangled, quiet moan as his hand closes around the top half of my cock.
Both of our hands are on it, now.
Mine at the base, his above it, his fist gripping my cock head.
His other arm is pinned against the wall beside my neck, and in the dim light that comes in from the hallway, all I can see is the ghost of his silhouette.
Like you’re a fucking dream.
I pull in a breath and the smell of his skin is almost as good as his touch. He leans in to kiss me again as our hands move in the same rhythm on my cock, and the combined sensation is too good.
His wet tongue in my mouth.
His tight grip around my dick.
I’m surrounded by him, and more than ever before it’s clear that Niko has steeped into my whole fucking world. Showing up in every bit of my psyche like a perfumed fog, and all I can do is surrender to it.
His thumb brushes over the tip of my cock, sliding through the precum there and making me throb.
He sucks on my lower lip and pulls it back, releasing it then moving back in to give me a little peck.
“You ready for how things are going to be, now?” he asks as we keep a steady pace on my cock. “By tomorrow, we’re official. We have to play the part. You’re mine, and everyone will know it.”
I let out a broken exhale. “Just two fuckboys, finally in a relationship.”
He hums. “When people think of you, they’ll think of me. If someone tries to come at you and touch you like that at a party, they’ll be dealing withme. I take very good care of my possessions, Ollie.”
I lean forward and kiss him deeply again so that I don’t say the words that my mind is trying to force out of me.
I know what I should tell him isI’m not your possession.
But hearing him call me that while his fist is around my cock makes me have a different reaction entirely.
Likeof course I’m yours.
How could it be anything different?
How could anybody else ever get me off like you do?
He slowly pulls back from the kiss and I feel him move, dropping lower onto the floor in front of me. His hand moves off of my cock and it’s replaced with his hot, wet mouth.
I groan loudly enough that if anyone’s walking down the hallway, they had to have heard me.
