“Fuck,” I utter, trying to contain myself as I drop my hand away from my cock and Niko takes control.
I can’t stop my hips from bucking forward.
Fucking his mouth, pushing into his throat.
He’s taking care of me, because he knew exactly how badly I’ve needed to come, forhoursnow.
And I feel myself losing control, being pushed past the brink before I ever had a hope of slowing down.
“Need to come. Niko,fuck, I’m going to come?—”
I dig my fingers into his hair and lean my head back against the cool wood paneling behind me, thrusting hard into the tightness of his mouth.
He hums as he takes me and the vibration of his voice sends me over the edge.
And there’s no question that I’m coming for him.
Only him.
His hands are steady on my thighs as he swallows around me, and my mind is somewhere very far away, floating above myself like this is all a surreal fantasy.
I realize I’m stroking his hair with my hand, over and over as I catch my breath, like I need some tether back to the real world and the softness of his fucking hair is too good to resist.
He slides off my cock and kisses both sides of it gently like he’s praising me for a job well done.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” he tells me as he stands up, and I watch the halo of his hair in the dim light.
“But…”
“Roman told me he’s staying with his cousins this weekend, and I saw Daniel passed out on one of the couches in the reading room earlier already. And even ifthey come back in, what are they going to do? You’re my boyfriend. They’ll understand.”
He squeezes my hip one more time before leaning in and giving me a tiny kiss on the cheek.
“See you upstairs,” he says, then walks off.
And I’m left with my heart beating so hard in my chest I can’t even think.
A minute passes.
Then two.
Then ten.
But I don’t go to his room.
And then twenty minutes pass, and I still don’t go, my mind swirling with endless avenues of thought.
You will fall for him.
You already are.
The attention is going to your head, to your heart.
You have to squash it, Ollie.
He doesn’t want you like you want him. He can’t.
I don’t go to his room, even though I desperately, desperately want to.
