Willan #3
Nikolo launches himself at me as I pull and we go tumbling to the floor. He lands sprawled on top of me, his hips straddling my waist and hands pinning my shoulders. His blonde hair tickles my face as he looms over me, smiling brighter than if he just hung the moon in the sky.
“I can’t believe that just happened!” He crows, pressing down on my shoulders with an excited bounce. Using my hand that isn’t trapped between my thigh and his knee, I give in to the impulse and reach up and tuck his hair behind his ear.
“I can. I told you, we’ve got this.”
Nikolo rolls his eyes again, just to needle me, his hands squeezing my shoulders.
“Please. That was all you. I literally couldn’t have done it without you.”
“I just put it in the palm of your hand. You did the rest.” Egbert would be proud of my modesty. Thinking of Egbert helps because with Nikolo on top of me like this, I’m hard as a rock. All he’d have to do is shimmy back a centimetre or two and he’d feel it.
“Thank you, Willan. Seriously.” Nikolo’s eyes capture mine and I cannot for the life of me look away.
Time stops, and I feel like I’m drowning.
I watch Nikolo’s face slowly get closer and closer until his nose brushes mine and my eyes drift closed.
The first touch of his lips is so gentle it makes my heart clench painfully.
The second makes my stomach swoop. The tenderness is too much to bear.
I’m wound tighter than an elastic band stretched to its limits and when he licks into my mouth with an impatient grunt and little shove, I snap.
With a hungry moan, I tug my hands from where they’re pinned and wrap them around his back, my fingers digging into him there.
Sharp teeth nip at my lip, electrifying the kiss as blood seeps from the scratch.
The taste unleashes something wild in Nikolo.
He moves restlessly over me, driving his body into mine like he’s trying to make us one being—quite possibly by devouring me.
I try to kiss him back, but he’s completely wild and desperate—for me—and that in itself is driving me to the very edge of coming.
The back of my head grinds on the hard floorboards, breaking through the chaotic lust and making me hiss, distracting Nikolo from his frenzy.
He pulls off my lips roughly, and his body locks in place.
In the candlelight his lips are smeared with saliva and the barest hint of blood, but I’m more concerned with the panic in his eyes as they dart over my face.
“I’m sorry! Shit, I—” He cuts off when I dig my hands into his lower back, where my fingers have wiggled under the waistband of his pants, letting my nails sink into his skin.
“Stop.” I infuse every ounce of my ‘teacher voice’, as he calls it, into the command. Immediately, I can feel his muscles begin to relax in tiny fractions. “Why are you apologising?”
“Blood.” Still half delirious with lust, he struggles to get the words out. “I got you with my fang and, fuck Willan. You just tasted so good I couldn’t stop. But we haven’t talked about it and—”
“Enough.” I dig my fingers in again to stop his panic. “Nikolo, I am fully aware you are a vampire and you have teeth. Accidents happen. And I’m not entirely averse to the blood thing. But we can discuss that later.”
His eyes flare at my mention of the ‘blood thing’ before he frowns at me. “But you sounded like you were hurt?”
“Yeah dude, you were grinding my head against the floor. That fucking hurts. Everything else was aces.”
The frown melts away with a full body laugh that has him dropping his entire body onto me, the evidence of how much he was enjoying our kiss pressing against my equally hard dick.
Nikolo’s forehead buries into my neck as he loses himself entirely to his body-racking laughter.
It rocks his body against me, taunting my aching erection, which hasn’t flagged in the slightest despite me being hilarious in my reassurance. Apparently.
“Are you alright there?” I ask when I get fed up.
“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, I thrust 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 around for 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.”