“Yeah, totes fine, bro.” He squeezes out between slightly manic laughter. A tear drops from his tightly squeezed eyes onto my cheek. “Do you always talk like that during sex or am I just special?”
My fingers dig back into his back again and I try to wrestle him off, but despite being shorter than me, he’s all compact muscles, and I can’t dislodge him.
“You dickhead! It wasn’t during sex! I was trying to reassu?—”
Nikolo’s cheeky smile and quick wink is the only warning I get before he swoops down and cuts me off with another devastating kiss. My argument is entirely forgotten as he expertly explores my mouth. I’m not even mad at his smile when he scares the shit out of me by rolling us so he’s on his back and I’m settled between his muscular thighs.
“Gotta—protect—head” he taunts between kisses, rolling his hips up into me in a sensual rhythm.
“Fuck off.” I laugh as I move away from his mouth to kiss along his jaw.
If Nikolo makes a face, I miss it entirely, too enthralled by the taste of his skin as I kiss my way down the column of his neck, obsessed with the way his tendons flex under my mouth. There’s no scars there that I can see, but the lighting is dim. As my teeth graze a sensitive nerve and a shiver wracks through his body, I wonder if this is how he was turned? Did his maker wrap Nikolo’s body in his and sink his teeth into the tender flesh of his jugular and bite? Or was it at a hospital, clinical and impersonal?
Lust and jealousy war within me as I fixate on that point, kissing and nibbling on the skin while Nikolo ruts against my thigh. His impressive thighs are like a vise around mine, clenching with each thrust against me. Giving into the need, Ithrust against the hollow of his hip. Between his skirt and my pants and my coat, there are too many fucking layers between us, but Nikolo’s desperate whimpers and hands clawing at me more than make up for it.
“Need—need—fuck—Willan! Need?—”
“What do you need, baby? Do you need to come?”
“Yes. Fuck.Please.”
“Don’t worry, Nikolo. I’ve got you.”
Resting on one elbow I snake my other hand between us, rucking up the layers of his skirt and burrowing through my layers to free us both. Nikolo’s hands clasp my cheeks, drawing me straight back to his mouth like he needs my kiss to keep existing.
The first touch of his cock against mine sends sparks of ecstasy through me. Pre-cum drips from his crown, and I collect what I can, slicking my hand to wrap around us both.
Nikolo grumbles something desperate and unintelligible, the sound vibrating through me. Stroking us both from root to tip, I dig my toes into the floors for better purchase to fuck up into my hand. The drag of my cock over his, the brush of my balls against his—high, tight and needy, pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
This is going to go dangerously fast, but considering the hot throbbing length of him against my palm, I don’t think he’s too far behind. I lick at one of his fangs, letting the extra sharp point pierce my tongue. The pain is a lightning bolt of pleasure when Nikolo sucks on my tongue, drawing the blood seemingly straight from my dick.
His dick feels incredible against mine. I wish I could see it in all its magnificent glory, but I can’t let go of him for long enough to do it. Hard and thick, he’s completely bare of any hair, his balls tight to his body. I only release us to blindly reach aroundfor the blessed oil I keep on my altar, almost breaking the tiny vial when I flick the cork off with my thumb.
The oil smooths the glide of my thrusts. I grind down on Nikolo, glorying in the incredible, impossible feel.
He comes without warning; as my fist circles our crowns, I feel him swell, his body bowing beneath me and the first splatter of cum against my palm. His cry is muffled by my mouth, his hands tightly cradling my skull to keep me right there as he jerks and writhes, his orgasm taking him over.
With his cum coating my hand it only takes two more strokes for me to fall right over the edge with him. Our clothes are right fucking there and I try to have the presence of mind to catch most of it. It’s an effort that leaves me with a cramp in my shoulder, my orgasm tearing through my body, leaving me completely wrecked.
I slump to the side, landing in a heavy heap on Nikolo’s chest. In my completely wrecked state his stillness—his lack of breath and faint heartbeat—feel almost calming.
Nikolo lets go of my head, but not of me. His thumb drags over my lip before his hand travels down my neck, and over my shoulder, all the way to my wrist and cum covered hand. With half-lidded eyes I watch him lift my palm to his mouth, his pink tongue coming out to lick up every last drop from me.
Another breath shudders out of me and my cock twitches painfully. He doesn’t miss a fucking speck. Once I’m all clean he squeezes my hand twice and shoots me a grin—cocksure, sexy as fuck and entirely devastating.
“So.” His voice is still gravelly with lust and probably a little thirst. “Wanna do it again?”
I groan happily, stretching out my back, making sure to keep my side pressed to his. “Which part?”
Nikolo stretches too, a big one, like a cat stretching in the sun, bringing his leg up and over so it hooks over mine.“Whichever part you want. Either way, I wanna go again. I just need some time to recover first.”
NIKOLO
“So how’s Kroy?I saw him the other day.” Willan says casually.
Stifling my glare at him, I try to maintain my concentration while answering the question, because I know that’s the actual test here.
“He’s fine. He’s always fine. I think your friend Lusce came in and bought a bunch of stuff, so he was happy.”
