Chapter 11 Niko #2
“He’s hot as fuck, too,” one of the girls says, and the other agrees. “Not as hot as you, though, Noah.”
For Christ’s sake.
These women see an Onyx guy and they salivate, don’t they?
I give Noah a nod. “Thanks for letting me know. Have fun.”
Highlighter Girl has now moved upward to draw on the side of Noah’s face, and her nipple is right in front of his mouth. He leans forward to give it a little kiss, then grins at me.
“You fucking know I will. You have fun too, Niko.”
As I head out of the room, I already know the social grapevine will take care of half of the work for me.
I stop in the kitchen to make myself another drink, and then I tap out a quick text to Sevan.
Niko: All good still?
Sevan: I’m now the rank 1 player of the Martial Arts Mayhem video game in North America, so I’d say I’m doing fucking fantastic.
You know what I mean, smartass. No further threats on your life?
I’m safe, Niko. Also, when I’m able to walk normally again, I am going to go to every goddamn party this campus has to offer.
You’re not missing much. Debauchery and depravity.
But those are my favorites. I want to fucking *fight* somebody. Just for fun, not even because I’m mad.
There’ll be plenty more of that once you’re healed. Who would you fight, anyway?
Weston Knox needs a fist to his head.
Hey. He is my brother, even if… we’re basically strangers.
Lol. Doesn’t mean he isn’t a cocky bastard. Anyway, I’m good. Don’t worry about me.
I check on my latest posts online, and luckily there’s nothing too creepy in the comments.
I reply to a few of the latest comments on the picture I posted with Oliver a day ago, telling people I’m having a great time at Crimson.
When I head back through the house to the living room, Oliver’s not where I left him.
And that rage inside me stirs just a little.
Or maybe it’s something else.
Worry.
Since when do I fucking worry about anything?
I go through my days clouded with anger or animosity, but I don’t worry. Why worry when you’ve got nothing to lose?
But when I can’t find Oliver, that same possessive thread winds itself through me like it did when I saw that guy trying to kiss his skin.
And I don’t like losing things that belong to me.
I make a loop all around the lower floor of Onyx House, weaving through the crowd of increasingly drunk people.
I head upstairs and swing open the door to his bedroom.
“Oh!” someone says from the opposite side of his bed.
For the first time, his roommate Percy is there. He’s on his bed with a girl I assume is his girlfriend, and for the second time tonight I see much more naked skin than I was bargaining for.
“Sorry. Enjoy,” I tell them, ducking back out of the room.
For fuck’s sake.
I toss back the rest of my cocktail and head to my room to grab a hat. It’s a cold night, and I’m almost certain Oliver must have gone outside.
I push open my own door and stop when I see him.
Oliver is in my bed.
His pants are shoved down and he has his cock in his hand, and he moans a little, shocked when he sees me.
And god, those freckles.
There aren’t even that many, but the way they’re dotted along the smooth planes of his taut muscle fucking drives me crazy every time.
The moment I see him, I want to put my tongue on every inch of him.
But I hold back.
I keep control.
“The fuck are you doing?” I ask him in a low tone.
He’s drunk.
He has a defiant look in his eyes, and he keeps stroking his cock even though I caught him red-handed.
“I have to come. Fuck you for doing whatever the hell you were doing to me on that couch downstairs. I just need to come and I’ll finally be able to think straight.”
“Hand off your cock. Now.”
He moans louder and it’s so good I almost want to take mercy on him again.
Almost.
“Niko,” he whispers.
“You’ll come,” I assure him. “When I want you to.”
“But I was so goddamn close,” he tells me, his words coming out in a soft whine.
“I need you downstairs right now. We have to be seen together, remember?”
“We can be seen together after I get off.”
All I have to do is look at him.
I don’t say another word.
I wait there, silently, holding his gaze for a few beats. I look down at his cock, hard and pink and aching there in his hand, and the temptation is practically unbearable.
But when I look back up at his eyes again he just sighs, then slides his hand away from his perfect dick.
It’s a tragedy to watch it disappear behind his boxer briefs and pants as he shoves it away, zipping up, but the fact that he’s doing what I told him is enough of a pleasure on its own.
“That’s better,” I tell him.
“Go fuck yourself.”
I hum with pleasure, watching as he crosses the room, walking a little weird at first because his cock is still too hard.
“Deciding to be my boyfriend was your idea,” I tell him, and as he heads for the door, I squeeze his ass with my hand. “Did you stuff your face up against my pillow while you were trying to make yourself come?”
He shoves me back onto the wall.
He gets in close to my face, hovering a couple of inches from my lips.
Like he’s thinking of kissing me.
But that’s something we haven’t done yet, Ollie.
He leans in and I push my fingertips up against his lips, shaking my head no.
“Fuck you,” he mutters against my fingers. “Such a prick.”
Anger flashes through me.
I reach for the door and kick it completely shut with the toe of my boot.
I shove a hand down the back of Oliver’s pants and grip his ass hard.
“Changed my mind. Get your clothes off again.”
“Not if you’re just going to tease me again and edge me until I’m losing my fucking mind. You going to disappear on me again? Like you keep doing?”
“I said get your clothes off,” I tell him, gripping the front of his shirt in my fist and tugging.
I’ve had enough.
As Ollie finally dutifully strips for me, I set up my phone camera and point it toward my bed.
I strip as I watch Oliver slowly taking off his clothes again, and when I see that his cock is still hard for me, I know I’ve won. Again.
“Drawer at the top of my desk. Open it,” I tell him.
He slides it open and looks inside, then pulls out a little bottle of lube.
“Looking for this?”
“I am.”
I close the distance between us and grip his hips. I turn his body toward my bed and push my palm to his upper back, bending him over the edge of my mattress.
I take the lube bottle from his hand and slick my fingers with it, trailing them over his hole.
“I’m going to fuck you. It’s probably going to hurt.”
He utters a little moan as I slide the tip of a finger past his tight hole.
“I might be a virgin, but don’t act like I’ve never taken anything in my ass.”
“What?”
“You’re not the only person who has toys, Niko.”
I slide a second finger in to punish him for being mouthy, and he exhales sharply.
“I know you probably want the first time I fuck you to be romantic. Sweet. Candles and roses. It’s not going to be.”
“Never said I wanted that.”
“Then what do you want?”
He pulls in a breath as I nudge my fingers a knuckle deeper.
“I want you to break me.”
I was already hard but when Oliver says things like that, I swear I could come hands-free.
I slide my fingertips down his back, leaving little scratch marks on his tan skin.
Fuck, I want him.
I don’t even want him to know how badly I need his ass right now.
“After tonight, I don’t want you playing games like that with boys from Double Daggers.”
“I do what I want.”
“If you’re going to be my boyfriend, Ollie, I’m doing it right. Other men won’t be putting their lips anywhere near you.”
He puffs out a breath.
“It’s not like you put your lips anywhere near me, either,” he mutters.
I reach up and smack my free hand down on his ass.
He grunts as the motion makes his hole stretch around my fingers even more.
“No. But I’m going to fuck you like you’re finally my possession.”
I crack the lube again and slick my cock, which is painfully hard now.
I watch the planes of muscle tense and relax on his back. So beautiful.
How many times am I going to come thinking of you, today?
New personal record.
When I line my tip up with his hole he already gasps for me.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I hum. “It’s not even in yet.”
I give him the first inch and he presses his palms flat against my bedsheets.
I go slower than I normally would. He wants me to break him, but I’m going to want to fuck him a lot, and I can’t use his ass if he’s all the way broken.
“Fuck, Berlant,” he utters.
“Tell me you want me,” I whisper.
I watch his fingers curl on the sheets. His voice is strained. “You know I do.”
“Tell me you want me more than you want anyone else.”
“So self-absorbed.”
“But is it the truth?”
He exhales as I push another inch deeper into him.
He pauses for a while, breathing deep, and I watch his back rise and fall with each breath.
Goddamn perfect fucking body, Ashford.
“It’s the truth,” he finally says in a low voice. “I don’t want anyone like I want you.”
I hum and lean over, kissing his lower back. “Smart, telling me the truth like that.”
It’s getting easier to slide deeper now as his ass stretches around my size.
“And I know you want me like that, too,” he utters, leaning his forehead into the sheets.
“You think so?”
“It’s so fucking obvious, Niko.”
I push the rest of the way inside him and he yelps, so loud that I’m worried the people downstairs at the party might hear.
“Let them hear you scream for me.”
“Fuck.”
I suck in air as I feel his impossibly tight muscle grip around me. I squeeze his ass cheek and breathe deep.
“Never had an ass as good as yours, Ollie.”
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak yet.
His back is flushed now, almost like his face gets when he’s bashful. I still see my scratches along his skin and I want to mark him further. I squeeze my hand along his skin, gripping him anywhere, feeling his hard muscle beneath.
I grab my phone and point the camera toward my cock, bringing it in close.
I pull out slowly, revealing my dick inch by inch, and then I push back in, getting it all on film.