Not Just a Fantasy #2
Nix obeys, sucking in a trembling breath that nearly hitches into a sob.
Gideon presses a hand flat against his sternum, pushing Nix flat, so he can lean over him on his hands and knees. He kisses Nix’s collarbone, then his neck, then behind his ear. Scorching tonguing, licks, and nibbles that make Nix’s hips rock forward, just barely brushing their bodies together.
“You smell so good, Genie. So filthy sweet. Makes me want to ruin you. Mess you up.”
Nix whines, shuddering. “Master, please.”
Gideon licks a slow line up the side of Nix’s neck. “But I want to enjoy every second of you dressed like this before I ruin it.”
Settling back on his knees, he grips Nix’s waist and draws him up until Nix is straddling his lap, sheer fabric draped over Gideon’s thighs. Then, with a slow exhale, he kisses Nix’s veiled mouth through the fabric.
Nix gasps. His thighs clamp down. He whimpers, trying not to grind.
“That’s it,” Gideon murmurs. “Let me see how needy you can get before I even touch your cock.”
Nix whines again as he rocks forward just enough to brush his hardness against Gideon’s uniform pants. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide his arousal. Nix can feel every twitch of Gideon’s body.
But Gideon doesn’t help.
He just watches, hands steady on Nix’s hips, holding him still.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice gone syrup-thick. “Already soaked through these pretty pants, haven’t you?” Long fingers tease at the seam between Nix’s cheeks, but it’s fleeting and gone before Nix can moan.
He shifts forward slightly, enough to press his lips to the underside of Nix’s jaw. His tongue flicks out, licking at the damp skin there, mouthing the gauze where it stretches tight over Nix’s lips, sucking at it just enough to draw another whimper from Nix’s throat.
“I can smell you,” he growls. “Makes me so fucking hard, Kit—Genie.”
“Master, please—” Nix’s voice is raw now, pitch climbing as his thighs tremble with the effort not to just grind down on Gideon until they both come. “Need your cock. Please, please.”
“So needy,” Gideon growls, removing the little veil from Nix’s mouth. For a moment, Nix thinks he might pry his lips open and use it to muffle Nix’s gasps, but in the end, he shakes his head and tosses it to the side.
Climbing off the bed, Gideon cups Nix’s jaw, running his thumb over his lower lip. “Spread your knees, and lean forward. I’m going to feed you Master’s cock. No hands. Remember what you promised me?”
Nix snaps three times to signal yes, and that he’s green, and so good to go.
Spreading his thighs, Nix leans forward using his abdominals to hold his core up.
Gideon doesn’t undo the button on his pants, just pulls the zipper down, slipping his perfect dick through the zipper. Nix can’t think of one other person who would risk the bite of a zipper on his sensitive flesh.
“Open,” Gideon commands. “Tongue out.”
The head is so hot and a deep shade of pink. Slick with precome, he knows what it tastes like before he even has the flavor on his tongue: rainstorms and pleasure.
Gideon pushes forward slowly, watching with open hunger as Nix takes him deeper.
“That’s it, so pretty for me. Fuck, and your mouth is so hot. I hope you can take more than that, Genie. Open wide, tongue out.”
Nix does as he’s told, and lets his weight tilt him forward while Gideon’s dick slides all the way in, all the way to the back of his mouth and down his throat. His throat clenches on the head, making them both groan.
Locking his core, he leans into it with breathless determination.
The angle is brutal, his thighs already trembling from the strain, but it’s perfect.
He loves it like this—like worship. The burn shoots sparks to his own dick trapped behind the gauze of the flowy pants.
They’re wet there, and where his slick is dripping down between his cheeks, soaking the soft material.
Gideon grips the back of his head and starts to thrust. Slow at first, then deeper, nudging into the tight heat of Nix’s throat.
“That’s it,” Gideon growls. “Take all of me. God, your mouth was made for this.”
Nix gags once, then swallows around him, muscles fluttering. The reaction rips a groan from Gideon’s chest. His grip tightens in Nix’s hair as the rhythm builds, deep and steady.
Eyes watering, spit slicking his chin, the bells on his hips jingle with every deep thrust.
Gideon’s hand curls tighter in his hair. “Hang on, Genie. Master’s going to take the edge off.”
Yes, yes, Nix wants his Master to come, so he hums, and then hums again when goosebumps explode over Gideon’s forearm.
There’s a rough hand in his hair, and his Master is using it to pull Nix’s nose into the front of those expensive wool pants; once, twice, three times, before he pulls off with a groan.
The words don’t come easily, but Nix wants Gideon to come. He can only whimper past the head of Gideon’s cock in his throat, but his master knows what he wants.
Gideon uses his grip on Nix’s hair to tilt his head back, easing the pressure on his abdominal muscles. “What do you want, Genie?”
“Want Master to come in my mouth. Use me.”
Gideon groans, letting go. The orgasm rips through him with a growl, his cock buried deep as he spills down his throat. Nix swallows greedily, taking as much as he can as Gideon’s half-formed knot bumps his chin.
“Fuck,” Gideon breathes again, reverent. “You are filthy and perfect.”
Nix stays kneeling, swaying a little, lips parted, the taste of Gideon still hot and musky on his tongue. His chest rises and falls fast, the bells at his waist trembling with each breath. He’s on fire, the ache in his belly and balls a fire he wants to go forever.
Gideon’s hand on the back of his neck keeps him upright. Not cruel, but holding him there, keeping him in the moment. “Stay like that,” Gideon orders, voice sharpening again. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He stands, still breathing hard, and tugs at the knot of his blue tie with deliberate slowness. Silk whispers as it slides free from his collar. “Hands,” he says, holding out the tie.
“Yes, Master.”
Taking Nix’s wrists in one hand, winding the blue fabric around and around until he can pull one end up and through, tying them tight. “Blue looks so beautiful against your skin, Genie. Should we show the others what they’re missing? I think Finnie should hurry if he doesn’t want to miss out.”
Master gets his phone out and positions Nix’s bound wrists over where his dick is an angry purple in his pants, and his belly chain glitters in the light of the chandelier. The shutter clicks, and there’s whoosh as the photo wings its way to their mates.
A heartbeat later, their devices light up in chorus: a rapid-fire series of receipt dings that make Nix flinch in place.
“Genie, I think our mates liked your pretty pictures. Whoo. Jay is using a lot of swear words. Mostly in other languages…and I think I made Rowan cry, he’s so envious,” he says conversationally, before he throws the phone onto the bed beside them.
“You’ve inspired me. Next wish.” Gideon gives him a hard push, and without his hands, Nix falls backwards on the purple velvet. There’s dry ice flowing freely now, and the sultry music swells. Mysterious instruments lend themselves to the mystical feel straight out of Nix’s imagination.
“You look lovely tonight. I especially love this top. Does it pull down a little?” Gideon runs the tip of his finger under the edge of the bra, over his nipple.
Nix had put in the small weighted hoops with little bells on them.
Feeling something new, Gideon pulls the edge of the bra down even further so he can get a good look.
“Well, aren’t those pretty. Do they make noise?
I should have you dance for me so I can hear them.
” He flicks them with a finger, and then does it again.
The pleasure-pain is sharp, and Nix feels his neglected dick kick in those infernal sheer pants.
Their gentle texture is a torturous tease.
“Please, Master. Please.” He’s begging already, and Gideon doesn’t even have his cock in him yet.
“Yes, yes. My second wish. I want you to put your hands up here. Master is going to make sure you can’t get away.” As if the thought would even occur to Nix, especially in this state of mind. “Arms up, Genie.”
Nix raises his arms, and Gideon slips his belt from around his waist before folding it in half so he can snap it loudly.
Nix rarely likes the belt, unlike Luca, preferring a firm hand in both the metaphorical and literal sense.
The sound of it cracking sends an arcing burst of pleasure through his belly, as he wonders if Gideon will bring it cracking down on his thigh.
“Not tonight, Genie. You’ll have to ask me another time. I am sure watching you writhe under my belt would bring a premature end to tonight’s festivities.” Nix bucks up at the confession. “No, I think I am going to see what’s under your pants instead. But I might change my mind…”
Gideon throws the belt to the side, close enough that Nix can see the erotic threat of it out of the corner of his eye.
The alpha undoes his pants button, then every single button on that light blue dress shirt.
He’s still fully clothed and already looks debauched: with lips that are flushed red with desire, a sheen of sweat on his upper lip.
“Yes, Master. Whatever you want, Genie wants, too.”
“Such a good boy. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, these pants. Are you fond of them? I suppose they’re too pretty to rip.”
With his hands over his head and gripping a cushion, he arches his back seductively. Spreading his legs so Gideon can kneel in closer.
As he did with the bralette, Gideon runs his fingers under the waistband, testing for any give. The pants are tied on with ribbons on the side, front to back, and when they’re released, the two halves of the pants slip apart.
Gideon quickly figures that out and pulls both ties simultaneously, so that the back of the pants falls to the bed and Gideon can brush the front down, revealing Nix’s body jewelry.
The waist chain is linked on both sides to the diamond stud in his belly button.
It goes around his waist, and there are small bells attached at intervals along its entire length.
Now that the pants aren’t holding it down, it jingles with every breath Nix takes, every shiver coursing through his body at Gideon’s intent stare.
But it’s not the chain around his waist that has caught his Master’s attention.
Nix spares a small smug smile at his sheer stupefaction at the rings of bells that rub up the length of Nix’s dick.
They’re soaked with precome, so they don’t jingle like they did when he’d put them on after his shower.
“Fucking hell, Kitten,” Gideon growls, stepping out of character as he blinks and blinks.
“Do you like it, Master? I did it for you and Finn. Am I pretty?”
“You are the most beautiful like this,” Gideon whispers.
He says that about Nix all the time. With mud up to his elbows in the garden, making brownies, or even washing the car yesterday with the kids, soaked and shivering.
You are the most beautiful like this is something Nix is blessed to hear often, as if every moment Nix is even more beautiful than the last.
“Should we send a picture to Finnie, Master?”
Gideon nearly fumbles his phone in his shaking hands. “Everyone needs to see; they’re going to wish they were here instead.” Gideon takes a second to run his thumb over the head of Nix’s dick before sucking it into his mouth. “Mouth-watering.”
Pleasure skates along his nerve endings, causing his hands to jerk in their restraints, barely stopping himself from getting them on his dick and coming, even if he doesn’t have permission.
The shutter goes again and again, and the whoosh makes Nix shiver, and precome drips down the side of his dick and onto the sheer material beneath him.
“So pretty.” Gideon flicks the head of his dick with his fingers, and he smirks when Nix moans.
“I think I need to fuck you, Genie. See if I can make those bells sing.”
Grasping Nix by the ankles, he pulls the pants down and off, flinging them out of the way.
His legs rest on the tops of those thick thighs, still wrapped in the scratchy wool pants.
Gideon wastes no time in sliding two fingers down over Nix’s balls, across his slippery taint, and into his clenching hole.
“Master!” Nix gasps. If he were in his own mind, he’d wonder at how easy it was for his subspace brain to use the name.
Instead, he grinds down trying to get those fingers in deeper, so he can feel full and have those soft fingertips graze his prostate, and come. “Wanna come, please, Master, please.”
His eyes roll back. The third finger burns, spreads him wide, and the press of Gideon’s thumb against his taint makes his spine bow off the bed. Every nerve ending is on fire. He’s leaking helplessly, mind blurring at the edges.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Nix is flying, close to his release.
“Not yet, Genie. Master comes first.”
“Yes, Master comes first. Fuck me, fuck me.”
Gideon lines himself up, dragging the tip of his cock over Nix’s hole in slow circles. “Look how greedy you are for it,” he murmurs. “So open. So ready.”
Nix whines, pressing down. “Need it—please, Master—”
There’s a searing pleasure as Gideon slides his hard length in past Nix’s rim.
Bearing down, Nix clenches as hard as he can, just as Gideon pulls out and plunges back in.
The rhythm starts slow—deep, claiming thrusts that punch the air from Nix’s lungs. The bells sing on every slap of skin. Then Gideon picks up speed, hips snapping forward, Nix crying out with every brutal slide.
“Fill me up, Master,” Nix hears himself beg when Gideon’s rhythm falters.
Gideon slams deep, holds—then grinds in as he empties himself. Nix can feel it, thick and hot, flooding him.
Just as the room’s door flings wide, hard enough that it bounces off the wall.