Nikolo #3
And sure enough, I feel the flat wide tongue press against the tail and follow the lines of the creature over the ridges of my muscle and bones. My back arches, seeking more of the electrifying touch.
The mouth moves on, the weight on top of me moving restlessly, rocking against my thighs. Teeth graze over my chest, back towards my nipple. They seize the little nub between them, flicking at it with that deft tongue.
“Gods,” the prayer falls from my lips on a moan as the crown of a cock, dripping with need taps against my balls with each rolling thrust against my thighs. “Willan.”
He chuckles, thrusting again so forcefully I can feel the muscles of his ass clenching and flexing against me. I try to move against him, but only manage to wriggle uselessly—at some point, he collected my hands, I realise, pinning them by my shoulders.
Exquisite sensations bombard my body, becoming needy spikes when Willan moves on to give my other nipple the same tormenting treatment.
I writhe beneath him, my feet digging into the satin sheets, only to slip again.
I arch my hips and try to bend my knees, anything to get him higher along my legs and feel the length of his straining erection against my own.
Willan clamps his hands tighter on my wrists, his thumbs gently stroking away any discomfort from his forceful grip.
Each kiss, each bite, each soft stroke of his tongue on my skin only strokes the flame inside me.
Hunger and lust coil inside me until I’m burning with need.
Every touch is magnified in its intensity.
Squeezing my eyes tight against the onslaught, I lick my lips and gnash my teeth.
“Patience, baby.” Willan breathes against me, completely unflinching at my pulling against his restraint.
Not to get away from him—never that—only ever for more of him.
Teeth sink into the taught skin at the juncture of my neck, wrenching an almost animalistic cry from my throat.
“I’ve got you. Be patient and I’ll give you everything you want. ”
Fuck me dead. I whine, pitiful and high pitched, eagerly tilting my head to the side so he can feast on my throat.
He sucks hard, hard enough for his teeth to worry at my skin, sending bolts of pure lust radiating through my body.
My cock jerks when his teeth bite harder, tapping against his abdomen, clenched tight as he rises over me.
My teeth ache fiercely, my need for blood—for his blood—now indistinguishable from my need for his touch. It drenches my thoughts in a haze of red, feral and primal.
But it doesn’t matter. I’m completely at his mercy.
And he knows it.
Leaving my mauled throat, he lunges up, sealing his mouth to mine, his tongue plunging in to taste me with a devastated groan.
“You taste so sweet.” He only pulls back enough to mutter the words before he dives in again, licking at my sharpened fangs, tempting me with the taste of his blood.
His body finally, blessedly, drops to mine, even if he doesn’t release my arms. The pressure tethers me to my body and the slide of his belly on my dick relieves some of my desperate need for friction.
Hooking my calf over his, I angle my hip to better aid the lazy, slow thrusts of his cock where it presses into me. My initiative only has the opposite effect.
Willan stills completely, pulling back just enough to tut at me. I blink my eyes open, but the room is still pitch black. I can’t see his face, but I still know that smile that would be there if I could.
Seductive, barely restrained lust simmering beneath the surface. Lips kiss-swollen and eyes dark with promise. My perfect Willan.
“Nuh uh.” The husky edge to his commanding voice has my dick throbbing with lust between us. He slides his leg out from where I tried to pin him. Lips against my ear, he whispers, “Let me have my wicked way with you, and I promise, you’ll get everything you want. I’ve got you, Nikolo. Remember?”
I fucking melt.
I think I also whimper. I have no idea. All I know is that Willan is crawling his way up my body.
The shadow shapes of him move like liquid until he settles on my chest. With my hands now free I desperately want to touch him, to stroke his thighs, palm his ass, cover the planes of his stomach and fist his cock.
But I don’t. Because whatever he has planned has me quivering in anticipation.
Strong hands massage over my pecs, and over my shoulders, kneading for just a moment, then, they pull me forward.
“Here. You’ll need this.” Willan whispers in the dark and a pillow slides behind my head.
My stomach clenches in anticipation as he rises on his knees and moves off my chest, further up my body.
His cock brushes my cheek, marking me with a trail of pre-cum.
Willan finally stops when he’s straddling my face, hips pinning my shoulders again so I can’t yet close the distance and take his balls in my mouth.
Willan must be bracing himself on the headboard above me. I can just make out the shape of him in the dark.
“Think you can keep those teeth to yourself while I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours?” He asks, stroking my cheek, the tenderness at odds with his lewd suggestion.
“Yes. Please.” I beg, craning my neck futilely to reach him.
“Good boy.” The hand caressing my cheek winds its way through my hair, fisting my locks tight against my scalp. “Now open wide.”
Carefully, I wrap my lips over my teeth to protect him from my starving fangs, opening as wide as I can. Willan thrusts inside in one, blissful stroke, groaning loudly as he fills my throat.
“Fuck. yes. Take it.” He withdraws half his length and snaps it back inside, relishing in the soft, wet heat of my mouth.
Finally able to fully use my hands, I grab hold of his ass, encouraging the punishing rhythm as he fucks into me again and again.
Saliva spills from my mouth, and tears pool in my eyes, but I push him to go harder until my nose is buried in the nest of hair at the base of his cock, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue as he drives in and out of me, and squeezing his cheeks in time with his thrusts.
My fangs have pierced my lip, adding blood to the heady mix. It drives me to push further still, swallowing him down as far as I can with each thrust.
Willan’s breath grows short, the thundering of his heartbeat pounding through me. He’s getting close to the edge, the hard length of him getting harder, throbbing on my tongue.
Curses slip between his panting breaths.
Profane. Sweet. Barely intelligible. The grip on my scalp is punishing yet tender.
My cock slaps against my belly with each erratic jerk of his hips.
I’m beyond the need to touch myself now.
All there is is Willan, his cock and the orgasm he’s teetering on the brink of. I crave it like it’s my own.
Rather than touch myself, I run my hands over his body.
I coast over all the things I wish I could see—up his obliques, and back down the muscles lining his spine, over his flexing, narrow hips and the strained, trembling muscles of his thighs.
Returning to cup his ass in my hand, I let my fingers tickle the crease of thighs, and slip between the valley of his cheeks.
“Gods, yes, Nikolo.” He pants when I find his secret—the round silicone base of a plug nestled in his ass. My plug if I had to guess, even though it’s pretty much his at this point.
Feral pleasure swells in my chest at my find. Tapping against the base of the plug, I haul on his hips with the other, drawing him into my mouth until my nose is crushed against his pelvis. I grunt at the pain and groan around him. I can feel every twitch, every jerk. Even the flow of his blood.
My hunger is overwhelming.
Grabbing hold of the plug's base, I tap and twist and tug. Willan pulls my hair, the sharp tear of his hold imperceptible from the pain of my hunger.
“Nikolo—fuck—don’t—want—to—come.” Willan pants, even as he grinds in circles, pushing me into the pillows he arranged behind me.
Letting him go is agony. But I do it.
He’s not gone for long.
I try to hold on, but I have to let go as he moves back down my body.
He spits, in the dark, and wetness coats my cock. Long, elegant fingers wrap around the base, angling it away from my belly.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day. Waiting for it.
For you.” Willan strokes my dick slowly.
Reverently. Reawakening my awareness of my body separate from his.
I arch my hips into his fist, needing more—needing everything.
“Poor baby. So needy. So impatient.” He tsks, his fist circling the head and twisting tightly.
My body spasms, my cock throbbing. He spits again, catching it in his stroking hand and dragging it down my length.
Almost entirely blind, entirely stupid with hunger and lust, I almost don’t know what’s happening, until I feel the heat of Willan’s hole as he takes me into him.
“Willan.” I plead, my toes clenching painfully as I try to hold my shit together and not blow immediately.
“Shh, baby. Don’t worry.” Ass on my hips, he strokes both of my cheeks, hands travelling down my neck to plant themselves on my chest. “I’ve got you.”
He rises, almost completely, then sinks down again with a guttural moan. As always, Willan does have me. Completely and totally.
His fingers dig into my pecs as he sets his pace, rising and falling in the perfect rhythm.
“Will—Willan—I can’t.”
Wordlessly, Willan moves us again, hand gripping my neck to haul me upright until I’m sitting with him in my lap.
Willan never stops moving, only changes the tempo, rolling and grinding down on my cock.
The hand on my neck keeps up the pressure, coaxing me closer still, until my nose brushes the column of his throat.
“Bite me.” Willan breathes and I’m lost.
My mouth closes over the throbbing pulse, my fangs digging into the tender flesh, tearing it open. Dully, I can hear Willan’s gasp, feel the slowing of his fucking. But it’s all drowned out by the taste of his blood exploding over my tongue and the wet velvet heat of his ass clenching my cock.
Willan holds me tight, massaging my neck as I feed from him.
I wrap my arms around him, steel bands keeping him in place, while aiding his gentle rocking. Blood pools in my mouth faster than I can drink, spilling down his neck between us. I lick at the wound I’ve created, messier than it would usually be from my feral hunger, and go back to feasting.
Against my stomach I can feel Willan’s cock swelling as his release barrels through him.
He claws at my neck, my back, my scalp, almost wrenching his precious skin from my mouth when his back arches.
Sandwiched between us, his cock jerks, ribbons of cum soaking our abs.
He doesn’t stop moving, rolling his hips and fucking me through his orgasm.
I tighten my arms around his waist, grinding him down as his hole grips my cock.
Mindlessly, I rock into him, as my pinned position allows.
“Yes, Nikolo.” He whispers, rubbing his cheek against me. “Come for me.”
I shatter in a fury of blood and lust and love and need.
Tearing my mouth from his neck I come on a wordless scream, only Willan’s hold keeping me together. My cock jerks, filling him, marking him as mine.
Exhausted and exhilarated, we collapse together on the silky sheets, still wrapped in each other, Willan’s laboured breathing the only sound in the dark.
His blood thrums through my veins, sparking me alight. The taste still coats my tongue and I lap the remnants from my lips.
He lazily strokes my stomach with his hand, dragging through the sticky mess he’s left there. With his head on my chest, his feverish skin feels infinitely alive. “How is that always so perfect?”
I squeeze my hand where it rests on his hip. “Because it’s us.”
He hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to my chest. I wonder if he understands all the things I mean, but can’t find the words to say. Not right now. Not after having my brain melted like that.
“We better get in the shower.” Willan sighs, stretching out so his body arches into mine. Determined to be the very worst, he even turns the bedside lamp on, drenching the room in light.
“No! Not yet. Why?” Whining, I fight against his pull, trying to drag him back against me. It becomes a competition, us wrestling for supremacy—Willan trying to get to the edge of bed and me trying to haul him back on top of me.
“Because it’s rarer than a unicorn’s fart that we get whole nights off together, especially where I’ve slept and I’m not dying from some plague. I want to go out and do something. With you.”
“Oh.” I give up dramatically, releasing my hold of him, sending him flailing on to the floor. “In that case, a shower’s probably a good idea.”
An angry Willan pops his head up from the floor, blowing a strand of hair from his face. Even naked and sex rumpled, with streaks of blood smeared down his neck, he still manages to look all sexy and dignified.
“You’re going to get it.” He threatens, licking his lips. His eyes trail over my naked body—marked with his blood on my mouth and his cum on my belly, highlighted to perfection by the lamplight.
“Promise?” Dragging a finger up through the cooling remnants of the cum on my stomach, I bring it to my mouth and suck it off with an exaggerated moan.
“Shower. Now.” Willan grinds out, eyes darkening as they devour the sight of me fellating my finger. A growl rumbles through his chest, the only warning before he pounces.
I launch myself off the bed just in time, forcing Willan to chase me all the way to the shower. He catches me, just inside the door, crushing me in his arms, and shoving me against the icy wall tiles.
“Got you.” He growls, nipping at my jaw, turning me into putty in his hands.
He grips my ass, hauling me up to close the inches between us.
His tongue delves between my teeth, fucking me in time with the roll of his body.
And yeah, he really does fucking have me.