Chapter 28 #2
My selfie. The one with Sylus’s dick on my tongue.
“That little fucker,” I mutter under my breath, setting the phone down on the nightstand. “And you’re okay with—”
“I want you.” He cuts me off. His hand finds its way back to my face, tilting my chin up so our eyes lock.
“I want to be part of this, whatever it is. I think this is where I belong. With you. With Koen. Even with that dickhead.” He nods toward the phone on the nightstand, his lips quirking into a wry smile.
“I want to be where you are. And I want to be with you, no matter what.”
I don’t give him time to say anything else.
My hands are on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed before I straddle him, capturing his mouth with mine in a kiss that’s consuming and urgent.
He falls back onto the mattress, and I follow him as his hands find my hips, gripping me tightly as he meets my kiss with equal fervor.
After a few long moments, we break apart to catch some air, Nicholas beneath me, his back pressed into the sheets, his lips swollen and red from kissing. I brush my lips against his jaw and graze my teeth against the skin below his ear.
He shivers, a low whimper spilling from his throat, and my core clenches in response.
God, I love his sounds.
And I’ve missed them since the last time I kissed him.
His hands glide down my sides, his touch a little unsteady, trembling just enough for me to notice.
As his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, his eyes lift to mine, silently asking for permission.
Instead of answering with words, I take hold of the fabric and pull it up and over my head, tossing it aside.
I’m not wearing a bra, and the way his gaze darkens as it sweeps over me sends a thrill through my chest, but I don’t give him time to dwell.
My hands find their way under his shirt, fingertips brushing over his warm skin.
He sits up, helping me tug it off, and the moment it’s gone, I let my eyes wander, too, taking him in.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
My fingers trace the lines of his chest, his muscles taut under my touch, and his heart racing. His breath hitches as I trail my nails lower, grazing the waistband of his jeans and making him suck in a sharp breath.
We strip each other with deliberate slowness, and when we’re finally naked, I drink him in like he’s a work of art unveiled only for me.
He’s a fucking Adonis—lean and sculpted, muscles carved in all the right places, defined but not overwhelming. Every line of him is perfect. He has the kind of body you’d see in a museum carved in marble.
And then there’s his cock. God, his cock. Hard, thick, and utterly beautiful.
How can a cock be so damn pretty?
It juts up between us, flushed and glistening with precum.
I wet my lips, my fingers itching to touch him, to explore every inch of this perfect, trembling masterpiece. So, I wrap my fingers around him, giving a slow, teasing stroke.
Nicholas’s head falls back against the mattress, his eyes squeezing shut. A breathless whimper escapes his lips, and his hips jerk slightly into my hand.
“God, you sound so damn hot with your cute noises,” I murmur, a grin spreading across my face.
He laughs, the sound breathy and edged with need. “I don’t know what you mean by cute noises,” he pants, opening one eye to glare at me. “I only heard rough, manly noises.”
I slide my hand down his shaft, then back up, my thumb sweeping over the slit on his head. His whole body shudders, a strangled moan breaking free.
“Whimper some more for me,” I tease, tightening my grip and making him gasp.
A soft, helpless noise slips out once more, his thighs tensing beneath me. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he gives in so easily…
Ugh. I love it.
“Look at all this precum,” I purr, dragging my thumb through the slickness at his tip. “So messy. Are you my messy boy, Nico?”
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans out, and the sound shoots straight to my core.
Did I just stumble over a kink?
I should pause. Should wonder why a man like Nico, privileged, polished, powerful, isn’t taking control. It doesn’t fit the image of him. But then again.
All of that image is fake.
I expected him to be commanding, maybe even a little cocky in bed. Not this—not undone and pleading, not melting beneath my touch.
And yet, as I watch him, his throat bobbing with a swallow, his body tense like he’s fighting himself, I don’t pull away. I don’t ask him why.
I just enjoy the fuck out of it.
I tilt my head, my fingers still wrapped around him, stroking him. “How do you want to do this?”
If he doesn’t want to fuck yet, I’d be totally down for taking him into my mouth until he spills down my throat before I grind against his thick, perfect thigh to make myself come.
His eyes flutter shut as the flush he’s sporting creeps down his neck. “I…” He swallows hard, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. “Can you… take control? Do whatever you want. I just… please.”
Please.
Fuck. I always thought I was drawn to dominance. But hearing him whimper, watching him surrender to me so completely, having him plead with those breathless, broken sounds, it’s like a match to gasoline.
The guy calls me Sweetness, yet look at him.
“Then let go, sweetheart.” My lips brush his ear. “Fall apart for me.”
I lean over him, and my eyes lock onto his as I let a slow string of saliva drip from my lips onto his cock. The drop lands with a slick sound, mixing with the precum already coating his dick. My fingers glide over the wetness, spreading it and making everything slippery.
Nicholas’s hips buck up uncontrollably, a strangled groan ripping from his throat. “Novalee.”
I tighten my grip, pumping him with a steady rhythm, and his face twists with pleasure. The whimpers tumbling from his lips turn into desperate, broken cries that shoot through me like a drug.
His hand twitches toward my head, but I catch his wrist and pin it to his side. “Nuh-uh,” I chide. “You’re gonna take what I do to you, and you’re gonna like it.”
He shudders beneath me, lips parted on a shaky breath. The sheer need written across his face has my pussy clenching around nothing.
“So pretty,” I purr, and his cock twitches in my hand. I grin wickedly. “I want to stroke this big, hard cock a little while longer. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Fuck, yes.”
“What if I want to taste it too?” I dip my head, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock before I slide him into my mouth.
He gasps, his hips arching off the bed. “Please…” he whimpers, his face contorting in bliss. “Oh… my God.”
I pull back, grinning up at him. “Like that?”
Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deeper, letting his cock slide along my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating.
I bob my head, letting the wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling it around the head before pulling back just slightly. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”
“Yes. I’m gonna be such a good-fucking-boy.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he whimpers. “Please.”
I slide him deep into my mouth, the tip nudging the back of my throat, and swallow around him. His hips jerk, and a filthy curse escapes him. I keep going, taking him deeper until my nose presses against his pelvis. His cock throbs, and his taste increases the wet heat pooling between my legs.
“F-fuck, Novalee!” He gasps. “You’re… you’re gonna make me—”
I pull back to catch my breath, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his length.
Before I can speak, he grabs my face and pulls me up, crashing his lips to mine.
The kiss is wild and messy, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, hands cradling my cheeks, and thumbs brushing away the wetness at the corners of my mouth.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he rasps, nipping at my bottom lip. His lips trail down to my jaw. “And you smell so fucking good.”
“I taste better,” I whisper back with a grin.
He lets out a shaky laugh, kissing my earlobe. “I’m gonna need to find out for myself.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Nicholas grabs my shoulders and rolls us over so I’m on my back, making me giggle. His fingers trace a path down my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He kisses a line down my neck, over my collarbone, and down the curve of my stomach.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin.
His gaze lifts to meet mine, green eyes dark and full of awe.
“How come everything about you is so fucking pretty? You have such a beautiful pussy.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Sweet and perfect like the rest of you.”
When he opens his eyes again, the awe in them is replaced by pure, unfiltered hunger. His tongue traces a slow line over my slit, and I gasp, my hips arching toward him.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, my fingers threading into his hair.
He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my core. His tongue moves again, this time swirling around my clit, flicking over it, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Mmmh, right there.” My fingers sink into his hair, holding him there. “That’s exactly where I want you, Nico.”
A growl vibrates against me, and then he’s devouring me—licking, sucking, teasing—like he’s starved, and this is his new favorite way to eat.
“Fuck, that’s it.” I yank his hair, a sharp pull that makes him whimper into my pussy. “You love this, don’t you? Love how I taste?”
He nods, moaning against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he spreads me wider. The heat and the sloppy, wet sounds his mouth makes moving against me make my pulse slam.
“Messy-fucking-boy.” When he comes up for air, I drag my fingers down his jaw, smearing the slickness coating his lips. His tongue flicks out, chasing my touch. “You want me to let you drown in it?”
A strangled sound escapes him.
“Then show me.”