Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
He tastes so sweet, and his little moan drives me crazy. I hold him tighter, deepening the kiss just like I wanted to that night.
He pushes me, and we tumble backwards. I grip his arms to make sure he doesn’t get hurt, ignoring the bruise that will form on my back as I take the brunt of our fall. Our kiss never stops, even as we sprawl on the floor.
Ripping himself away, Zia pants above me. His chest heaves, and his orbs are wide with lust. “Fuck me, Nikko. I’m tired of talking.”
So am I.
Wrapping my legs around him, I roll us and press him face down into the rug by the window.
I yank his pants down as he tugs his shirt off, leaving him naked below me.
His beautiful skin is on display, glistening in the moonlight as I slide my hand down his spine, watching it bow as I reach his perfect ass.
I remember how tight he was when I fucked him, and my cock hardens so much, it hurts. It’s all I’ve thought about since I had him. I need to experience it again and see this dangerous man shatter for me.
Gripping his round cheeks, I meet his gaze. “Nikko.” That one word is bit out, but I know what he wants. It’s exactly what I want too.
“Wait right there,” I tell him as I stand.
His eyes widen, and I hurry away. When I come back, I drop the bottle and shove my boxers down, then I drop to my knees.
Leaning down, I kiss his cheek, and a little groan escapes his lips.
I keep my gaze on his beautiful body as I slide my lips across his soft skin, and he shudders.
Reaching below him, I slide my hand along his hard length, pumping him hard and fast. His hips roll, but I pull him against my mouth. Parting his cheeks with my free hand, I press my lips to his hole, and he freezes before he moans.
My tongue darts out, and I lick around his rim. I researched having sex with a man as soon as I got home, wanting him to enjoy everything we do, all while hoping for more time together.
“Shit, where did you learn to do that?” he rasps, thrusting his cock into my hand as I sweep my tongue around his hole before pushing it inside. When I pull back, he’s groaning.
“Online,” I admit as I stroke his dick. Reaching down, I uncap the bottle I just bought. The cashier gaped at the year’s supply of extra-large condoms and twenty-four bottles of lube, but I don’t understand why. I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt him.
“You went online?” He groans as I drip the liquid over his ass and rub it in with my tongue, thrusting it inside him and tasting the cherry flavor. When I lean back, he moans and moves his hips faster. His cock throbs in my fist, so I close my hand around it and stop his movements.
“I wanted to make sure I could take care of you properly. I don’t have experience, so it was the only way,” I respond, and his chuckle makes me think I said something wrong, but I don’t care, especially when he looks at me.
“Then show me what you learned. I’m tired of waiting. Your mouth is good, but I want your cock again.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I rub more lube onto my hard length and drape myself over him, running my lips along his shoulder as I press against his ass.
“Nikko,” he demands when I don’t do anything else.
Smirking against his skin, I slowly push inside him, letting him get used to my size again, then I pull out and thrust in. I push deeper with each movement until I’m all the way inside his hot ass.
He turns his head, his moans echoing in my apartment as I kiss his neck.
My desire is so strong, it hurts, but I give him a minute to recover.
It seems he doesn’t want that, though, because he pushes back, demanding I move, and I can’t stop myself.
I pull out and slam forward, knowing both of us like it hard.
I want to take my time, but he feels so fucking good, looks so fucking good, and sounds so fucking good.
It drives me crazy. Lust controls me as I hammer into his tight ass, and his cries fill the air.
“Fuck.” He groans, gripping the rug as he pushes back, forcing me deeper inside him. When he comes in my fist, I lift my hand and lick it clean before stroking his cock again. I time it with my thrusts as he cries out, his back arching as he claws at the floor.
I pull him back, impaling him on me, then I flip him over and drag his arms over his head as his eyes widen. “I want to see you. I need to see you while I fuck you. I still see your face in my dreams when regret clouded your features, and I want to remember this instead.”
His hand comes up, covering my mouth. “Just sex, Nikko.”
I slap his hand away, and his eyes blow wide. I’m betting nobody manhandles Zia, but I don’t care. “Which means right now, you’re mine,” I murmur. “Unless you want to go find someone else to fuck you.” His gaze narrows in irritation. “That’s what I thought.”
I slam deep inside him, and he cries out, his head hitting the floor. His neck bulges with tension, so I lean down and bite it, feeling the vibration of his cries as I hammer into his tight ass.
Desire flows over me, burning down my spine.
Every inch of me is alight with this fierce need.
My balls draw up as I release his throat and lean back on my heels.
His eyes open, then he lifts his legs, giving me more room, his cock leaking all over his perfect, pretty abs.
It’s such a fucking sight, I nearly come right there.
“Fuck, baby, look at you.” My voice is tight as I drag him off my cock quicker and harder. He takes it all, loving it. “Shit, if I had known this was what I was resisting that night, I never would have held back. I would have done everything to get you under me, even if you hated me after.”
“I wouldn’t have,” he admits, his voice tight. “Please, Nikko. I’m so close—”
I tilt his hips, and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his ass clenches around my cock. His orgasm tears through him, locking him up as his dick jerks and pumps his cum all over his stomach.
He’s too tight.
Too hot.
My release explodes out of me, and I thrust as deep as I can, feeling my cum flow into his pretty ass.
My back arches, and I can’t see for a moment as pleasure takes everything away, and when I come back, he’s watching me with lazy, dark eyes.
I fall forward, catching my body by placing my palms on either side of him so I don’t crush him.
His smile is slow but unchecked. “Feel free to test your research on me any time.”
I laugh and pull from his ass, making him groan.
Reaching down, I slide my fingers through my cum then shove it back inside, sliding them as deep into him as I can so he will never get me out.
When I roll to his side, I’m satisfied and so fucking happy, I can’t stop smiling, especially when he cuddles into me.
I stroke his hair as he speaks. “Today was stressful,” he says as he props his chin on my chest, and I look down at him. “That’s why I came.”
“Stressful?” I ask.
He hums, his eyes going far away. “So many meetings. It’s like navigating a disaster sometimes. Everyone wants something from me—money, land, support. It’s never ending, and before I knew it, I was coming here. I needed something real, something that didn’t require anything given.”
“You can always come here. I meant it, Zia. This can always be your retreat from the world.” He smiles, but his face still seems shadowed by the day, so I slap his ass. “Get up.”
“What? Why? I thought we might go again.” His cheeks tint, and I smirk.
“Later. First, we are getting your stress out.”
“That’s what I thought we were doing,” he says as I stand and offer him my hand. “Seriously, Nikko, where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” I arch my eyebrow, and he sighs.
“No.” He crosses his arms as he faces the ring. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Scared?” I taunt as I back toward it. He’s wearing a pair of my shorts.
They are too big for him, but they’ll work for now.
The gym is dark at this time, and I only turned on the pink neon light so he could see.
I want him to feel safe so he can let go without being wary of prying eyes.
Climbing into the ring, I lean into the rope.
“I didn’t know Zia Xander was afraid of anything. ”
“I’m not.” His nostrils flare, and he stomps over on bare feet. I part the ropes for him, help him climb in, then step back and run my gaze over him.
“You look good in my ring and in my clothes,” I murmur.
“Then let’s fuck instead of this,” he purrs, running his hand down my chest.
I stop it just before he reaches my crotch, knowing if anyone could sway me, it would be him. “Still no. Nice try though.” I throw gloves at him as I slip on the pads. “Come on, it will help. Trust me.”
“Fucking boxers,” he grouses as he straps on the gloves.
I’m betting Zia knows how to fight. I’m not stupid. I know his family name and connections. Everything he does isn’t exactly legal, and most people call him a mafia leader, but to me, he’s just Zia. Right now, though, pouting and half naked, he looks fucking adorable.
“Well?” he asks angrily.
Shaking off my stupor, I slap the pads together and move toward him.
“Businessmen,” I retort as I lit the pads. “Come on, baby, show me what you’ve got.”
He rolls his eyes but hits the pad with a slow hook.
I raise an eyebrow at the weak effort, and he sighs, slipping into a stance that shows me he knows exactly what he’s doing.
It’s more of a street style rather than what we are taught, but it will do the trick.
He hits the pads a couple more times, dancing across the ring.
It makes my estimation of Zia go up. He’s clearly not just a posh CEO who orders people around.
No, he gets his hands dirty.
Maybe it should turn me off or scare me, but if anything, I want to see what he’s capable of.
I shouldn’t, I pride myself on following every rule and law, but when it comes to him, it seems I’m blind . . . but not in this.
He’s holding back.
“Really? Is that it?” I tease. “A five-year-old could hit harder.” I smack his side softly. “You can’t hurt me, Zia. I’m stronger than you, so stop holding back. Let go.”
He drops his guard and eyes me. “Nikko, you’re a boxer, but I’m a thug. I could hurt you. You need to be in top form for your training—”
I slap him across the face with the glove, not holding back. He flies onto the canvas floor, his gaze wide with shock as I leer down at him. “Baby, you might be a thug, but I fight men bigger than you for fun. Get up and show me what you’ve got.”
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he hisses.
“Why?” I tease as I step back. “Don’t want to ruin your pretty face? Are you all talk, baby?”
His eyes narrow as he climbs to his feet, and despite how well I know Zia, something completely different comes over him. This isn’t his business expression or his flirty one. This is the one they speak about in hushed whispers.
This is the mafia boss.
This is the thug.
He lifts his hands and leaps at me. My eyes widen as he kicks me in the chest so hard, I fly backwards. I can’t help but laugh as I raise the pads. “That’s more like it, baby. Want to make a bet?”
“What kind?” he asks as he hits the pads, staggering me with the force.
“If you manage to get me to the mat, you can have whatever you want. If you don’t, then you have to put your angry mouth to use.”
“Fine.” The grin he gives me is practically evil, and I remember his friend’s words—you should never bet with him.
I realize why way too late. He comes at me in a whirl, hitting the pads so hard, I fall backwards with each step, and then he sweeps my leg and I go down hard, hitting the mat for the first time in my career.
He smirks as he looks down at me. “You never specified how you had to go down.” He leans closer. “Here’s a tip—always be aware of who you are betting against. I like to play dirty to get what I want.”
“Good to know.” I kick his legs out, and he falls to his ass next to me.
I laugh at his expression. “I can play dirty too.”
He laughs, then I tug off my pads and his gloves before lying on the canvas. He tosses his legs over mine as he turns his head, still smiling, and meets my eyes. “You were right. I needed that.”
“Who taught you to fight?” I release a fake groan and place my hand over my chest. “Your kicks hurt like a bitch.”
“An ex-assassin.” My eyes widen, and he chuckles. “My father hired him as my bodyguard when I was young, and I begged him over and over to teach me. He eventually did. He was a good man.”
“What happened to him?” I ask.
His face closes down for a second, like all warmth suddenly disappears. “He’s dead, like everyone else who gets too close to me.”
It’s obvious what he means, but I refuse to back down. I don’t understand half of his life and probably never will, but I don’t care as long as I’m with him.
“I’m sorry you lost him. You obviously cared for him.” I reach over and lace our fingers together, squeezing for comfort.
He nods and closes his eyes for a moment, and when they reopen, he holds my gaze. “My life is dangerous, Nikko. I shouldn’t get you involved.”
“That’s not your choice,” I counter. “It’s mine.
I’m choosing to get involved. I’m choosing to be part of it.
I’m not dumb enough to think I’m in the same league as you or that I can understand everything, but I don’t really care.
I don’t care about your money or power. I just want this—you here with me, nothing else. ”
“And what if it gets more complicated than that?” he whispers.
“Then we’ll deal with it. Stop thinking about things that might never happen. For once in your life, Zia, just live in the moment.”
He turns onto his side, his eyes searching my face before they land on my lips. “Fine, I will.” He leans in, as do I, drawn by this bond we are creating. Our lips meet in a soft, leisurely kiss.
My hand slides into his soft hair as he rolls on top of me, lying on my chest. He tries to speed things up, but I slow us down until we pull away, our noses pressed together.
“Will you stay tonight?” I ask him softly, knowing it’s probably crossing a line.
Fuck buddies don’t cuddle, and they don’t stay the night, but I wish he would.
I want to wake up again to his beautiful face. I want his laughter in my house, filling up all the empty space inside it and inside me.
He swallows hard before he timidly replies, “Yes, I’ll stay.”