Chapter 11
11
IVY
Niko hasn’t stopped staring at my ass since he forced his Christmas sweater over my head and gave it a smack, telling me to finish up the lights.
I’m beyond horny, my hormones all out of whack. It sure doesn’t help that we went from him having his finger inside of me to tears dripping down my cheeks in a moment of insecurity. It all happened so quickly, but even as he keeps me busy with fluffing the branches of the artificial Christmas tree, I can’t ignore the ache in my core.
Each shift of my thighs and brush of my nipples beneath his shirt ignites another blaze of desire that has me growing wetter. My lack of panties means I’ve made my thighs slick, another reminder of how badly I want Niko to just fuck me already.
“Multicoloured or white lights?” I ask in an attempt to distract myself.
The tree is taller than me, but he can easily touch the top. I’m like a small child in comparison to him, and I’m not all that happy about him being the only one to decorate the top part of the tree. Especially not since he loves to stick the ornaments in bunches instead of spreading them out. But it’s his bar, not mine, so if he wants a cluttered tree . . .
“You know what? Can you actually take those three red ornaments and spread them out a bit?” I blurt out, pointing at the cluttered section.
Niko blinks down at me in confusion, his hands drifting up to where the hooks of the ornaments are hung.
“These?”
“Yes. The biggest rule when it comes to decorating the tree is that you spread out the ornaments. It makes it look fuller. Did you not do that with your tree at home, either?”
“I didn’t set up a tree at home.”
Pain slashes through my chest. “What? Why not?”
He simply shrugs and shifts the first ornament over to another branch. “Didn’t feel the need to.”
“Niko,” I whisper, palming his wide chest.
“I’m more like Scrooge than I thought,” he grunts.
My frown is so intense the muscles above my brows start to burn. “No. You’re not. Because I’m going to change all of that. From this year on, we’re going to put up a massive tree in your living room and spend hours decorating it with all sorts of ornaments and tinsel. Multicoloured lights, too. My first question was redundant. I’ve always thought plain white lights were lame.”
My exhales rip out of me as I huff. Niko watches me but doesn’t speak. I splay my fingers out from where they’re pressed to his chest, and his heartbeat thrashes against my palm. He’s so calm on the outside, but I know that if I got the chance to slip inside his head, I’d learn that he’s anything but.
“Is that okay with you?” I ask, pushing and refusing to let this go without something more from him. “If you don’t say anything, I’m going to assume that you don’t want me to do that?—”
“Anythin’ you want or need is okay with me, angel. I’ll set up thirty trees if it’ll make you happy.”
I squeal as he wraps me in his arms and lifts me off my feet. My eyes are already closing in preparation for his kiss when I feel the first puff of warm breath on my mouth and beat him to it.
Rough, strong, yet somehow gentle, his lips lead mine into a slow embrace. I’ve never felt so protected and cared for with only a kiss before. But with Niko, even a single look from him is able to incite those feelings. He’s so solid, somehow creating a solid foundation of love and care no one has been able to provide me before.
Maybe that’s why I make my next move. I’m blasted with an incredible sense of thankfulness that drives me to want to give him something in return for his affection. That and my inability to keep my hands off him.
It’s easy to slip from his arms when he isn’t expecting me to. The fall to my knees is quick, and I’m so turned on that the pain from the slam doesn’t register. With a coy smile, I pull his shirt over my head and drop it beside me.
“What are you doin’, Ivy?” he asks, his tone rougher than normal.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to suck your cock.”
I hold his stare while unbuttoning his jeans and stroking the length of him through them. He’s huge, even without being fully hard, and that’s more than enough to make me drip down my thigh.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
His eyes smoulder, the warm brown heating to a liquid. “Then get to it, angel.”
The pet name has quickly become one of my favourite things in the entire world. There’s something about the way he says it . . . almost like a prayer, that just does me in.
He guides strong fingers through my hair to hold the back of my head. I lower his zipper before beginning to tug his jeans down his thick thighs.
I’ve only seen his dick once during our first time, and having it in front of me right now with nothing between us? My mouth waters as I take it in my hand and stroke the silky length, exploring the different veins and ridges.
“You make me so fuckin’ hard,” he groans, tightening his hold on me. “Looks so good in your hand. Those pretty nails wrapped around it.”
“Do you like the colour of them?” I ask, wiggling my fingers.
“I’d like any colour.”
“Do you have a favourite?”
“Need to try them all. Test them all just like this,” he grits out.
I scoot forward an inch and pump him harder, twisting my wrist the way I remember him liking. When his thighs clench tight, I bring him to my lips, rubbing the wet tip across them.
Precum coats my lips while my other hand finds his balls, massaging them. He grunts a breath and throbs in my hold.
“Gonna coat those big tits this time,” he promises, thrusting into my hand.
I grin, letting him inside my mouth. My tongue swipes along his slit, drawing out another groan from his chest as I suck. Power swells inside of me with every noise he makes, until I’m vibrating between my legs.
He’s so thick it’s hard to fit the entire width inside, but I flatten my tongue and force myself to relax enough to let him in. A gag tears through me when he bumps the back of my throat, and my eyes burn before tears slip down my cheeks.
Crying this time is different. This is purely sexual. My insecurities have been cast away, and now, the only thing I want is to make my man come.
“Relax your throat, angel,” he orders on a tight exhale. “Gonna slide all the way in.”
My eyes grow wide, nerves tumbling through my stomach. I’ve never taken anyone down my throat before and certainly never tried with anyone as big as him. Travis was at least three inches shorter and not as thick, but he never bothered trying to teach me.
Niko strokes my cheek and angles my head further back. He grabs my throat and tightens his hold just enough that my next swallow is strained.
“Breathe through your nose for me,” he instructs calmly.
I jerk my chin in a quick nod.
He presses on my pulse. “Good girl.”
Fuck, he might as well have licked my pussy. His praise is as good as a stroke of his cock inside of me, and I immediately need more of it.
Breathing with my nose like he said, I watch him through teary lashes and wait for him to move. The first glide of his shaft along my tongue has me gripping at his thighs for stability.
“Don’t close up on me,” he coos, continuing to pet my skin. “I’m goin’ to slide inside now.”
Just now? What was he doing before then?
With a jerk of his hips, his cock moves deeper, and I gag around him. Drool collects at the corners of my mouth and slides down my chin, but I don’t care. I hold on to him and blink through the tears.
“Oh, fuck, angel. Such a tight fuckin’ throat. I’m goin’ to . . . shit . Swallow again.”
I do, and he somehow slides deeper, no longer bumping my throat but slipping down it. My nails dig into his bare thighs so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve broken skin. I don’t dare look away to see.
The complete rapture in his stare keeps my attention as I ache to see just how insane I can drive him. How much I can pleasure him.
I’m dripping down my thighs, so sensitive that a spring breeze over my clit could make me come. My eyelids start to flutter shut, but then the hand around my throat tightens.
I try to focus on him through the wall of tears and swallow again.
“Eyes on me, Ivy. Don’t look away while I’m fucking your throat. I want your attention as I claim you here,” he spits, sounding more beast than man.
I nearly purr in response and keep my eyes pried open.
His grip on my throat relaxes slightly as he moans in approval and palms the top of my head. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he starts fucking my throat. In and out, in and out, I rock with the force of his movements and tighten my hold on his thighs.
“Push your tits together, baby. I’m gonna come,” he warns through clenched teeth.
I release his legs to grab at my breasts. A strangled moan escapes when a knuckle bumps my nipple, and sharp pleasure ripples down my spine.
“Fuck yes, angel. Just a little longer . . . Christ . Here it comes.”
Niko pulls out of my mouth and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking hard and fast. I’m covered in drool and precum, but apparently, I’m too far gone in my horned-up state to give a shit.
I push my tongue out and lift my breasts high, rubbing them together as I stare at the rough treatment he’s giving his shaft. I’d be more loving, tender, and maybe that’s why he’s the one in control right now.
“Keep that tongue out.”
His eyes narrow as the strong lines of his throat strain around a growl. The first rope of cum hits my collarbone; the next drips over my right breast.
I’m about to close my mouth when a third splashes over my extended tongue, making me pulse between my legs. Unable to help myself, I run a finger through the cum on my breast and bring it to my aching nipple before squeezing it softly, needing . . . needing anything .
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Niko rasps.
I nod, dazed, and intensify my pinch. “Please.”
“Please what, angel?”
Shuddering, I rub along my collarbone and then down to my pussy. The heel of my hand feels perfect as I push hard on my clit, my hips rocking.
“I need to come,” I whisper brokenly, so unlike myself.
Fingers wrap around my wrist, and then I’m pulled to my feet. Even while I moan in protest, I let him manhandle me. He moves us to a booth and presses my stomach against the table, my ass in the air.
“I’ll give you what you need. Always,” he swears from behind me.
I press my cheek to the table, smelling the scent of lemon cleaner. “Fuck me, Niko. I don’t care how, just?—”
I’m so wet he slides in with only a bit of struggle. Without being stretched first, it’s a tight fit, but I’m ready for him.
“ Oh ,” I whine, reaching back to touch his stomach.
It’s not as muscled as his son’s, but it’s still hard, strong. Niko is fit in the built like a brick shithouse way. In the don’t fuck with me unless you want to deal with missing teeth kind of way. And I’ve never been as attracted to a man who looks like that as I am now.
He’s the exception to everything.
“How are you still hard?” I ask on a gasp.
“Always hard ’round you.”
With two hands on my hips, he drills into me, neither of us having the desire to go slow. I’m on a hair trigger, and with his next thrust, I’m putting the entirety of my weight on the table, too weak-kneed to hold myself up.
He rubs against my G-spot, maybe even my goddamn cervix, because I can’t breathe. Pleasure strangles me, the blast so intense that I slam my hand on the table over and over, gasping for air.
“Shouldn’t be able to come again already, but you’re milkin’ it out of me, baby. You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you?” he asks gruffly.
“Don’t stop!” I nearly scream. “Don’t stop. Don’t . . . stop.”
“Can’t.”
His movements grow fiercer and quicker, and that pressure inside of me blooms and shifts into something I’ve never felt before. I’m on my tiptoes, leaning back into his every thrust when whatever it is bursts.
Wetness floods down my legs and onto the floor, but I’m too lost in an ocean of pleasure to care that I must have wet myself. My nipples scrape against the table, intensifying the bliss turning me inside out.
“Holy fuck. Coatin’ me,” Niko grunts, his fingers now stroking between my legs, touching the mess I’ve made. “I’m comin’ again.”
I feel it shoot deep inside of me, coating my walls in warmth. My lips tip up in a lazy grin, and I stroke his flexing stomach as his groans fill the bar.
“I think I’m losing my mind,” I murmur.
He leans over my body and takes my hand, interlocking our hands. “Why?”
“I’m already falling in love with you.”
There’s no chance to grow nervous about the declaration. He doesn’t make me wait for a reply.
“Losin’ my mind with you, then.”