Chapter 10 Oliver
Oliver
Oliver, on camera with Niko, tonight
I’ll do whatever he asks me, with that camera pointed at us.
I’ll do it whether it’s fake, or real, on camera, or not.
All I had to do was admit how much I fucking needed it.
When I come for Niko it’s like my world splits open and suddenly, everything is new.
So tight around me.
Tighter and warmer than anything I’ve ever felt.
He grips the back of my neck and his fingers push against my ass as I come, spilling a string of curses as I lose control.
It was his goddamn lips against my neck.
It happens too fast.
Far too fast.
And the moment it’s over I’m already craving a next time, and a next time, and a time after that.
Addicted from the first goddamn moment I felt an inch of my cock push past the tight ring of his hole.
I’d never been so physically close to anyone, but I’d also never felt so intimate, either.
It’s a strange thing.
Niko Berlant usually feels like a distant creature, to me, like there’s always some portion of him that will remain a shadowy mystery to me.
But for that brief time, we were completely together.
In unison, like our bodies became more than two separate things.
We’ve never kissed, even though we’ve gone much further than kissing. When I felt his mouth against my neck, it was so sensitive I couldn’t stop myself from coming.
If that’s how good his mouth feels on my skin…
I can’t even let myself think about what kissing Niko might be like right now.
I lean backward in bed and look down at him, his dragonfly necklace snaking down, the metal pressed against his chest.
I slowly slide out of him, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. Watching my own cum spill out of him is obscene, and the image of it is so hot that I know I’ll be making myself come to the thought of it later.
Suddenly I remember the camera’s still recording, and an urge overtakes me.
I grab it and hold it in front of me, focusing on Niko’s ass and his cock, still hard and so goddamn perfect resting against his lower abdomen.
“Fuck. Stay right there,” he utters, wrapping his hand around himself.
And I watch as he starts to stroke himself again.
“You look disgustingly good,” I tell him.
His lashes flick down, then up again. “Next time I come, it’s going to be in your ass.”
“Do it right now. Think I can’t take it?”
He moans, a small smile coming over his lips. “Nope. I’m going to make you wait for that. You’re getting a different kind of gift right now.”
I don’t know what he means by that, but suddenly I have that surreal feeling again like I’m watching one of his videos yet it’s right here in front of me.
I reach out and grip his thigh with one hand while filming.
Like I’m reaching out and touching a fantasy.
He arches his back a little as I run my fingertips along the edge of his huge tattoo.
“Knew you were my number one fan,” he whispers, and I can tell he’s close from the way his breath is a little broken.
“You’re the one who’s about to come for me. You know what? I changed my mind.”
“What did you change your mind about?”
I bite down on my lower lip then let it go, reaching for the toy again. I slowly push it inside him.
“We’re not calling this off.”
Something flashes in his eyes, and his breath hitches. “Is that right?”
I push the toy deeper, leaning in.
“We’re still going to fake it. And you’re going to pretend to be my boyfriend while I treat you so well you’ll wish you still had me after the New Year’s party.”
He lets out a groan as I shove the toy in again as far as it goes.
“Fuck, Ashford—”
A moment later he’s coming, shooting white up onto his stomach because of me.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
Getting to watch him.
The object of my fantasies for a long while now, losing it because of things I’m doing. I get to see the expression on his face as he loses control. It’s just another thing I’ve never gotten to see before.
No one on his private account gets to see his face.
That’s just for me.
A white streak of his cum lands on my arm as I’m holding the phone camera just above him. As he catches his breath, I finally tap the button on the camera screen to stop recording, and I put it down on the table.
I expect him to revel in this.
To act like he’s won, now that I’ve told him the truth.
But instead, it’s like he’s gotten spooked the moment he finishes.
There’s a haunted look in the ice blue of his eyes, and his expression’s unreadable once he catches his breath. He brings a hand down to rest on mine and gently guides me off of the toy inside him. He pulls it out, then stands up.
“I need to grab a shower,” he tells me. “You might want to wash your sheets, unless you like sleeping covered in cum.”
He grabs his phone and his clothes nearby, balls them up, and covers his bulge with it.
He smacks my ass before he heads for the door and doesn’t even bother closing it as he walks across the hallway toward the shower.
And then he’s just gone.
And I’m here, alone in my room, my arm still streaked with his cum and my head absolutely swimming in thoughts of him.
Maybe it’s normal.
Normal to feel a little hollow, after sex.
Is that normal?
It’s not that I expected Niko to stick around for pillow talk. But I just had the most ground-shatteringly intimate moment of my life, then watched it dissipate into the air like an apparition. Watched Niko disappear, like he was walking out from a business meeting.
When he was under me and about to come…
God, God fucking damn, I’d never seen anyone look at me with so much intensity. I felt something. That same sensation that the two of us were more than just separate bodies.
Almost enough to fool me.
Guess that’s all this is, after all.
Just an act.
I look around the room like I just woke up from a wet dream, taking in the surroundings like I just walked in.
Or like he had me in a trance and now I snapped out of it.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
It happened.
I fucked someone.
It’s not like I should expect my entire life to change.
Although I do feel a little freer, like I’ve pushed through a threshold and relieved myself of a small burden on my back.
And instead of standing here letting my thoughts swirl on what Niko felt…
I need a fucking fresh start.
I got what I want.
No more, no less.
I grab my own set of clothes and head down the hall to the further bathroom, washing my body clean.
“It’s going to crash. It’s totally going to fuckin’ crash,” Noah says as he gingerly pulls the Jenga block out of the tower.
Weston shakes his head, watching over his shoulder. “No. It holds. It holds!”
The whole room erupts into a crowd of cheers over the music in the background as Noah pulls out the Jenga block, the tower sways just a little, but it doesn’t fall down.
It’s been hours since I last saw Niko.
The “get-together” is now in full swing in the Onyx House living room, and as expected, it’s starting to morph into a full party as more and more people stream into the house.
“Naughty Jenga lives to see another day,” Noah says.
Noah decided that he was sick of beer pong and tonight, he wanted this new form of Jenga.
Each block has a tiny note taped to it that has a “naughty” question on it. People can either answer the question honestly or take a shot of tequila if they want to remain silent.
I’m already three shots deep.
Noah reads his out to the crowd around him.
“Have you ever been in a threesome?” he reads, then laughs as he answers. “Baby, I’ve been in a fivesome, I can do better than that.”
Weston snorts and reaches out a hand to fist-bump him.
Roman’s laughing too as he walks over, giving Noah a slap on the back.
“I’m going to do one,” one of the new guys from Double Daggers says.
“What’s that guy’s name again?” I whisper, leaning over toward Weston to whisper in his ear.
I sway on my feet a little as I lean over.
“I think his name’s Leo. I have him in my Lit class. Nice guy.”
Leo walks over to the tall Jenga tower, glancing at me before he starts sliding a block out.
Then he glances up at me again as he slowly slides it.
Am I just imagining it?
Fuck.
I’m already past tipsy on the tequila. I forgot to eat anything tonight other than a quick protein bar after my shower earlier, when my head was still swimming after what I did with Niko.
I fucked someone for the first time today.
And now I don’t even know where he is.
How is that even possible?
I watch as Leo finally pulls the block out, and again, he smiles at me as he successfully does it.
He has dark hair and blue eyes, and I see a few tattoos peeking out from the bottom of his lavender shirt sleeves.
The kind of guy I’d usually call my type. But tonight, the combination of the tequila hitting my blood and the aura from this afternoon still lingering around me, I barely even register Leo’s good looks.
Or the fact that I think he might be flirting with me.
“What’ve you got, Leo?” Noah asks. “Read it and weep.”
Leo reads the Jenga block. “Close your eyes, spin around in a few circles, then open them back up. Whoever your eyes land on first, you have to pour a shot in their mouth, then kiss.”
“Noah,” Weston protests. “What is this, Spin the Bottle but for horny frat guys?”
Noah holds up his hands in the air, feigning innocence. “I didn’t make up these questions. I’m just the messenger. I found them on the internet.”
“Leo, you can pass on that one if you’re not comfortable,” Weston reassures him.
“Typical Onyx Society Dad, Weston,” I joke.
“I’m very down to do it,” Leo says.
Noah claps his hands. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go, Leo.”
Leo closes his eyes, spins a few times carefully.
And I swear he knows what he’s doing when he stops, facing right in my direction.
He opens his eyes and they’re right on me.
Goddamnit.
I wait forever and ever for any action in my world, and it finally happens the moment I strike a deal with Niko.