“Later.”
Nicko pouts, which is so unlike him that I laugh.
“I want to focus on you,” I admit, breathing the words against his lips.
“Pff, I think I’m starting to understand why Olli calls you So–”
“Absolutely no mention of Yardley while we’re in bed together,” I growl darkly. My fingers cut off his teasing by inching further down so that the next noise he makes is asurprised gasp. It does wonders to appease me, and I trace along the sensitive skin down to his entrance.
Nicko’s nails dig into my flesh, but I keep going. My movements are slow and gentle. I only pull away to briefly suck the first two fingers of my right hand into my mouth.
When I return the wet digits to brush over his skin, Nicko lets out a shuddering breath against the side of my neck. I hum and turn my head to nose into his blond hair. I repeat the motion a few times, until his breathing is back to normal.
With my free hand, I reach over to the nightstand, blindly pulling open the drawer. I’m expecting it there, so I’m not surprised to find a bottle of lube. I shift my legs apart to spread Nicko’s as well. He hisses, but I ignore him, focused on reaching around him to drizzle lube over my fingers.
Hearing the click of the cap, he tenses briefly. I nudge him again while rubbing the gel between my fingers.
“I promise I’ll make you feelsogood,” I lean up to mutter the words into his ear. They elicit another shiver.
“Don’t just pro-ohh–”
The warm feeling of smug satisfaction spreads through me, when I once more cut off his words by rubbing my slicked-up fingers over his hole.
His thighs tense where they’re bracketing my own.
I drop the lube onto the bed to have my hand free, running it up over his leg and grabbing his ass cheek. I pry him further apart to have more room for my fingers. The tip of my index pushes against the muscle, massaging gently. My thumb traces down to the spot just behind Nicko’s balls, pressing carefully.
Nicko jumps, powerful thighs working to push him up onto his knees. He moans out, then gasps for air.
“What...what the fuck?” he says breathily after a moment, making me chuckle. I tip my head back to look up at him, leaning in to lick over one of his nipples.
“Intense, hm?”
“Ye-yeah.” He blinks, twisting at the waist as if he could see what's going on. He then thinks better of it and slides down into my lap. His erection brushes my stomach, marking a warm trail down to my groin.
I groan as I roll my hips up to meet him. His hands cup my head, and I close my eyes, readily parting my lips when Nicko's mouth captures mine.
His tongue pushes inside, insistent and demanding. The urgency sends heat down my spine. I give in to the need and buck up against him. Gasping for breath I break away, groaning when he only reluctantly sets my mouth free. He then moves his own up along my jaw, until his teeth tug on my earlobe.
“Fuck, Nicko…”
It feels too good to stop, but there's another point to this after all. When Nicko next takes over my mouth, I once more push the tip of my finger against his entrance.
After a moment of resistance, it slides inside.
Nicko jolts, but he doesn't move away. I bite my and accidentally Nicko's lip too when I feel his hole flutter around my finger. I hold still, letting him feel the slight stretch. He shifts on my lap, rucking forward to rub his erection against my own, then backward toward my hands.
“Ohh,” he breathes when my finger slips another inch deeper.
“That's it,” I hum, twisting my wrist. My other hand wanders to his front, giving his erection a slow stroke to take his focus off of what I'm doing to his ass. Nicko instantly strains forward into the contact, huffing when I keep my palm loose around him. I rub my thumb over the tip, start to slowly move my other fingers back and forth.
He moans, quietly at first, louder when I crook my finger, then I push in past the first joint. Bracing one hand against the headboard behind me, Nicko pushes himself back.
I watch as his eyes go wide—their lively green framed perfectly by long lashes. My eyes flick down to his mouth, lips parted and shiny, but there's no sound coming out.
Nicko lets himself fall forward, burying his face in my neck. His back curves and he juts out his ass, just a fraction but enough for me to feel.
I pick up the lube with my free hand, but don't bother to pull my fingers out; I simply drizzle the gel at the top of Nicko's crack.
