“Is that… is that a dildo and a butt plug enshrined in flowers?” Because it really looks like there is at least a dildo and butt plug in amongst the flowers.
“Yeah.” Nikolo sounds half amused at his tattoo and half irritated that I’ve stopped.
“What? Why?” I palm the cheek with a giddy laugh, squeezing and moulding the muscle and dragging my thumb over the bright colours.
Thrusting into my fist, Nikolo realises it’s a lost cause with the tattoo in my face. He turns to face me, his erection brushing my cheek and teasing my lips. Before I can follow and taste theprecum beading on his crown, he takes hold of my ponytail and hauls me to standing, wrapping his other arm around my waist to palm my ass.
“Because I was young, and dumb, and thought it was hilarious to tattoo my favourite sex toys on me forever.”
“Your favourite?” The vision of Nikolo filling his ass with the bright pink dildo permanently etched on his ass almost brings me to my knees. He must feel the way my dick jerks where it’s sandwiched between us, because his coy smile deepens.
“Uh huh. Wanna see?” He trails his finger up my spine and back down again, letting it dip between my cheeks. “Wanna give it a whirl?” He taunts, lips so close to my ear they are almost kissing it. His body is hot from the shower and taut from stretching up to reach me. His cock slides against my stomach with each of his unconscious wiggles. I’m one wrong move away from coming. I drop my forehead to his and grind right in.
“I think I’ll die if we don’t.” I admit hoarsely.
“Can’t have that can we?”
My mouth crushes against his. He must shut the water off as I scoop him up in my arms, because I sure as shit didn’t do it.
“I can’t believe you can lift me up.” He sounds genuinely impressed, wrapping his legs around my waist, hands gripping at my shoulders. We’re still saturated, but getting dry takes time, and would mean not kissing him anymore, and I don’t think I can do that. I can’t even answer him back for being a smart ass.
I do, however, toss him on the bed when we get to the room.
“Where is it?” I all but growl, ignoring Nikolo’s smug smile as he resettles himself in the middle of the bed, watching me with unadulterated glee.
“Top drawer.” He nods at the dresser and with blind focus I rip it open, digging around until I find my quarry. Nikolo has no shortage of toys, but once I find the one I’m after—and grab something for myself—I slam the drawer shut. He’s already gotthe lube out, and gotten a start on making use of it, by the looks of his slick cock in his fist.
“Fuck, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I admire the slow way he strokes his dick, and the way the lamp he’s turned on creates shadows on his rippling muscles.
Tossing the supplies on the bed, I climb on and crawl my way up the length of Nikolo’s body, his legs widening to make way for me. Skimming a hand up his thigh, I sit back on my heels.
“Anything I should know? Protection?” My common sense gathers enough brain cells to check in.
Nikolo shakes his head, rubbing his curls against the pillow, eyes heavy lidded.
“No. Nothing. Bare.” I love the way he leans in so readily, diving headfirst into his lust. There’s no reservation or self consciousness. He’s like a devotee of Lust itself, offering himself up to the Gods. “Can I bite you?”
I lick my lips and look at the fangs that are once again digging into his lip now that he’s not trying to talk. A shiver of need wracks through me.
“Gods,yes.”The words rush out of me, just as I rush at him, blanketing his body in mine.
The kiss is a burning fire of need. Hands grapple to touch as much as possible, to the point of getting in the way of each other.
In the heat of it, I manage to find the lube and coat my hand. My hand finds its way between his thighs, pressing on his taint before dipping further to circle his hole.
Nikolo ruts against my hand, encouraging me as I press against it. We groan together when my finger slips inside, Nikolo’s mouth going slack with pleasure as I sink inside him.
“You like that?” I murmur, dusting kisses along his cheeks and pumping my finger deeper and deeper. “You like me opening you up? Getting you ready so I can fuck you?”
Nikolo only becomes softer, whimpering and arching his hips up to meet the thrusts of my fingers. Nikolo is like a multifaceted crystal, and this simpering, needy princess in bed is just one more side to him I am desperate to draw out. With my cheek pressed to his, I’m held together only by my need to make this everything for him.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” Withdrawing my finger, I plunge back in with two.
Nikolo cries out a garbled “yes”, attaching himself to my neck, mouthing at my straining tendons.
I fuck my fingers into him, stretching his hole and rutting against his hip to alleviate the aching pressure building up in me.
I haven’t forgotten what started this, though, and with monumental effort I sit back.
