Chapter 12
NICO
A low growl rumbles up my throat as I knock again. I’ll really spank his pretty ass red if he doesn’t wait.
Gavin opens his door, an eyebrow raised and his gun at his side.
“Everything okay?” he asks as he looks up and down the hallway. Carter and Kai’s room is upstairs and their motion sensors say they’re in bed, but I understand why Gavin is cautious.
“Yeah, everything is all good. Listen, I need you to cover for me for a few hours.” He looks surprised. In all the months we’ve worked together, neither of us has ever left when Kai and Carter went to bed. Since we usually wake up early in the morning, we all knock out around the same time.
Gavin leans against his jam, crossing his arms over his chest—sure to keep his finger off the trigger of his Glock.
“Where you headed?” I don’t answer, just let a small grin tip up my lips.
Gavin chuckles. “Okay, I see. Go ahead, man. There are men outside, and there are cameras and motion sensors everywhere. If something happens, we can handle it.”
“Thanks, brother.” I clap hands with him and hurry out.
When I finally get to Declan’s place, I get pissed anew that he has no elevator. I jog up the stairs, checking my phone as I go. 11:03. Fucking hell. I hate being late and I hate the implication that Declan will have his dick in his hand without me even more.
I knock on the door, my cock already chubbing up. The locks click and Declan opens the door, wearing only a pair of briefs.
An almost feral growl leaves my lips as I step into the condo. I turn Declan around and push him against the door, slamming my lips on his. Declan groans, kissing me just as frantically as I kiss him.
He pushes my jacket off and works on my belt and pants as I devour his mouth.
We only separate long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then I’m back to kissing him, nipping his bottom lip so I can hear more of those moans.
“Bedroom,” I whisper against his mouth before diving back in. I rest my hands on Declan’s warm waist, his smooth skin feeling good under my palm.
“Then let me go,” he mutters with attitude, though he doesn’t make a move to dislodge his lips from mine.
I shake my head, pressing myself more firmly to him, pinning Declan against the door. His thick cock presses into mine. God, he’s so fucking hard for me. As hard as I am for him.
Both hands on my chest, Declan shoves me off, making me stumble back. “You want to go to the room or fuck me right here?”
I drag my eyes up and down his body, taking in his tan skin, toned legs, hard abs. I want my lips all over that skin, all over his—
Just under his pecs is a thick scar, one that mars his otherwise perfect skin. Declan has scars, I’m sure from where he got into fights, but this one seems different. It’s right in the area where I see him rubbing his fingers when he’s overwhelmed or Carter and Dominic are berating him.
Declan follows my gaze, then shifts his arm so the scar is hidden from my eyes. When he looks back at me, his eyes are shuttered, like whatever I want to ask is not going to be answered.
I have no right to wonder anything about Declan.
Just because he says I’m his doesn’t mean in a relationship way.
It means he wants to fuck me and only me until he’s had enough.
That’s fine by me. I want the same thing.
So, I shouldn’t be wondering where that scar came from or trying to find reasons to pull that information out of him.
It would be pointless anyway. Declan is a vault. The only time I see his face relaxed or him even semi approachable is when we’re about to fuck. Asking about his scar? That’ll make all this stop.
I’m not done with him yet.
I toe off my shoes and step out of my pants, watching Declan’s gaze go from guarded to lustful as I hook my fingers into the waistband of my briefs.
“I want you on the bed, face down, with that sexy ass in the air. I’m going to stretch you and you’re going to come on my dick while I fuck you hard enough to scramble your fucking brain. ”
He grins, the expression feral. “We’ll see.”
Declan does see. By the time I have him face down, ass up on the bed, his hole stretched for me, he’s a babbling mess, begging me to stop teasing his prostate and fuck him so he can come.
I hum, spanking his right ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark behind. Declan curses, his body trembling. “I love when you beg, D. Let me hear it again.”
“Fuck you,” he moans, rotating his ass in the air. “The other side.”
I spank his left ass cheek, giving him matching handprints. Fuck, he looks so fucking good like this, his ass rosy from my hands.
Declan paws at the bed for the condom I tossed beside him and hands it over to me. “Hurry. I’m so fucking close.”
“You come now, you’ll just have to keep taking my dick until I breed you.”
“You’re a fucking dick.” Declan sounds wrecked already. It sends jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. “I can take it. Just fuck me.”
“For someone that’s only had one dick before,” I murmur as I step behind him and notch my cockhead on his rim, “you sure are a slut for it.”
“Kiss my ass.”
I hum. “Kinky.” Then I push into Declan, groaning as his tight hole grips my shaft, almost pulling me in. God, I’ll never get enough of fucking him, of having my dick encased in his hot, tight channel.
He’s so fucking responsive, arching his back as he moans and begs and babbles. His skin is flushed, the red bloom drifting down from his cheeks, down his chest to his perfect ass. Declan is fucking perfect.
My hands dig into the meat of his inflamed bottom, making Declan release a strangled groan as he pushes back to meet my thrust. When I’m fully seated inside him, our balls rubbing against each other, Declan looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes glassy and tinted with lust.
“You ready for me to fuck you?” I ask, reaching around to close my palm around his shaft. I stroke it lazily, watching his face cloud with pleasure. “Or do you want me to get you off like this?”
“Fuck me.” God, I love when he sounds like this. Not like a man that is the second in a mafia family or a ruthless boss that runs a lucrative casino. He sounds like a man that wants a deep dicking and is willing to beg for it. The duality of Declan is intoxicating.
Pulling my hips back until my cockhead tugs at his rim, I slam back inside him, pulling a surprised grunt from Declan. His rests his chest on the bed, keeping his ass up high.
With my free hand clamped around his waist, I fuck into him in strong thrusts, Declan’s cock pushing into my fist.
He moans as he rocks back on my dick, fucking himself while I pound him.
“Harder,” he begs. “Make me feel it in the morning.”
I let go of his dick and pull him up until his back hits my chest. “Can you take it?”
“Do it and find out,” he pants, jiggling his sexy ass.
I growl and wrap a hand around his throat and pound into his ass with abandon. Declan groans, his hand resting over mine.
He feels fucking unbelievable. His hard muscles pressed against me, his warm hole engulfing me, his panting breaths drifting over the back of my hand.
None of my hook ups have ever had me as wound up as Declan, so eager to please him, to make him come so I can see that relaxed look on his face.
“Wanna come for me?” I whisper in his ear as I slam my dick into his hole as hard as I can without breaking him in half.
Instead of answering, a loud moan leaves his throat, and he explodes on the bedding, a full body shiver racking through him.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” I murmur as I continue to rail him, holding his hips as I fuck him through his orgasm.
He mewls incoherent words as my own release drifts up from my balls and explodes out of me, filling the condom.
I hold him close as shudders rock me, my cock pulsing as wave after wave of euphoria blazes through me.
“Fucking hell, that was phenomenal,” I murmur against his skin. Declan hums in agreement.
I roll onto my back and pull him to me, keeping him out of the wet spot as we catch our breath.
Almost like I can’t help myself, my hand drifts to the scar on his ribs, touching the raised flesh. It’s hot against my fingertips, as if it’s inflamed.
Declan tenses, grabbing my hand in a tight grasp. “Don’t.”
“What happened?” I ask, even though I know I shouldn’t. This isn’t what we are. We fuck, I keep his secrets about whoever is blackmailing him, and make sure Carter never finds out about any of this. I don’t get to be in his business about where he got his scars.
But there’s something about this Whitlock man that makes me want to. I’m a fucking fool, I know it. At no point have Declan and I ever had an even halfway decent conversation that wasn’t about sex.
I hold my breath, hoping he’ll answer. But I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. Before my eyes, I watch Declan shut down, his facial expression going from that relaxed, heady look to guarded.
“Mind your business, Nico,” he grumbles, forcing himself off my cock and padding to his bathroom.
Sighing, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.
I should have kept my mouth shut, but…where’s the fun in that?
I want to break down those walls, bulldoze those defenses.
Despite having Carter, Declan feels alone.
He needs someone now that Hendrix is gone.
I’m setting myself up for failure but fuck it.
I’m here now. Declan will be mine. Fully and completely.
What a fucking fool I am. The man is a good fuck, but is it enough to want to start a whole-ass relationship? To put my heart on the line for him, knowing he may crush it?
Yeah, I think it’s worth it. I think Declan is worth it.
But he’s skittish, so baby steps.
He comes out of the bathroom, still naked, his face a hard mask. “Why are you still here?” he almost sneers.
I pout, poking my lip out. “Aw, come on, D. Aren’t you gonna hold me after I just worked you out like that? I need rest.”