Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
We barely make it through Zia’s front door before I lift him into my arms. His legs wrap around me, and I hiss as his shirt hits my fresh ink, but I don’t care.
I want more of it, and I want him to see what he did to me, so I take the stairs two at a time, only stumbling to a stop when his mouth meets mine.
I moan and roll my hips before I remember where I was going in the first place.
I tug my mouth away, grunting when he bites my neck in punishment, but I continue up the stairs, and when I’m in his dressing room, I slide him down my body to his feet.
He blinks in confusion, but not for long since I rip off his clothes and turn him until he faces the mirror he uses to dress himself.
Pressing my mouth to his ear, I meet his eyes in the mirror. “You’re going to watch me fuck you. You’re going to see this ink on my abs while I do it,” I growl.
He swallows hard, desire blazing in his eyes as I press down on the top of his head, watching as he sinks to the floor.
Kneeling behind him, I wrap my hand around his throat and lick up to his ear.
“All fours, baby, and eyes on the mirror. I’m going to show you what you get for being a good boy and claiming me. ”
Licking his lips, he rolls down gracefully so he’s on his elbows, his eyes on mine in the reflection.
Dragging my hand down his back, I squeeze his ass and watch his reaction before I slap it hard enough to leave a mark. He jerks from the force, the noise loud, but his eyes smolder and he pushes back.
“Nikko,” he begs.
I strip and toss my clothes away, and when his eyes drop to the new tattoo, a satisfied smirk tilts his lips.
“You like seeing your name on me?” I ask gruffly as I smack his ass again before rubbing the sting away. “Like seeing it while I fuck you?”
“I don’t like it. I love it,” he replies as he meets my eyes in the mirror. “Now, fuck me. Let me see what’s mine. Let me see what I bought.”
I smack him again, and he groans, pushing back needily. Sliding my hand over his ass, I grip his dick and stroke him hard until he cries out and thrusts. When I feel he’s about to come, I let go, circling his pretty asshole with my fingers and working them in.
“Ride them,” I demand, my voice needy. My cock is an iron rod, but I don’t want to hurt him.
When he starts riding my fingers, though, I can’t hold back.
Tugging them free, I move behind him and feed him the first inch of my cock.
His eyes close in ecstasy, his lips parting on my name as he pushes back to take more of me, working me deeper, and when I’m all the way inside, we are both panting.
He opens his eyes, his gaze sliding from mine to the new tattoo, and his ass clenches around me, making me hiss. “Fuck me, Nikko. Fuck me while I watch my brand.”
I can never deny him anything. Pulling out, I start to move slowly until his body can catch up, and he moans and meets my thrusts. It turns hard and fast swiftly. The sound of our bodies coming together is loud, even over our breathing, as his hands dig into the carpet.
I drag his hips up so I can deepen my thrusts, hitting that spot that has him crying out and writhing below me.
“Mine,” I snap as I hit his ass again, watching it jiggle for me. “I’m yours, but you’re mine.”
“Yours,” he moans, his eyes locked on me.
He pushes back until I’m the one who has to keep up. His eyes never leave the mark he can see over his back, and I love it.
I can’t speak over my pleasure. It demands to be felt, and he appears to feel the same.
I hammer into his tight ass, my abs flexing as he watches, and when he comes, he drags me with him.
I pump my cum deep inside him as he falls forward, gasping and spent on the floor, but his eyes don’t move from his mark on me until I fall forward, then they close, a satisfied smile gracing his pretty lips.
“Anyone who tries to take you now will know you’re mine,” he says. “The whole world will bow and scrape to you, knowing what it means.”
He bowed for me.
He claimed me.
I’m never letting him go.
Sighing happily, I stroke Zia’s hair as he cuddles against my chest. No one else gets to see this side of him.
This softness is only reserved for me, and I love that.
What I love more is that he claimed me tonight.
He made me his and practically admitted that he loves me, and I’ve never been happier.
My phone rings, and Zia whines. Kissing his head, I reach over and hit accept, noticing my dad’s name, and put it on speaker.
I will never hide anything from Zia. I’m very careful about that.
I know Faiz fucked him up in the past, and I will not make the same mistake.
I already gave him all my passwords, and I let him check my phone whenever he wants.
I won’t hide anything from my baby, and he’ll know that I’m not going anywhere.
“Kid, I need you at the gym early. We have some new trainees I want you to evaluate.”
“No,” I answer before hanging up.
A moment later, my phone rings again, and I hit answer, already knowing who it is. “Charlie,” I greet as Zia chuckles, rubbing his face against my chest like a cat. “Let me guess, new trainees?”
“We really need you to come, Nikko, please?” Charlie asks, even as I hear my dad grumbling about ungrateful sons in the background.
“Still no. I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend and then taking him to work.” I hang up again, pulling Zia closer and closing my eyes, but Zia’s phone vibrates.
Chuckling, he reaches over and grabs it, laying it on my chest as he hits speaker. “Zia, my son, make my ungrateful brat come early.” I arch a brow as Zia props his head on my chest.
“You’re on speaker,” Zia says with a yawn.
“Good, Nikko, come early,” my dad snaps.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Zia’s eyebrows rise, and he rolls his eyes. “Nikko, do as your father asks. Go in early.”
“Fine,” I grumble as I pull him closer, pouting. “Will you at least come with me?”
“The boy would argue with me until his face is blue, but one word from Zia and he fucking listens. Unbelievable,” my dad scoffs. “Fine, see you both in the morning. I’ll bring breakfast.”
“Make sure to add extra cheese,” I demand before he can hang up.
“You’re on a diet for your matches,” my dad retorts.
“Zia isn’t, and he likes extra cheese,” I mumble, sliding my hand down my boy’s body to grip his ass as my cock hardens between us. He glares at me and tries to wiggle away, but I don’t let him.
“Jesus Christ. Zia, I know you’re pretty, but how did you whip my son so badly?” my dad asks, but there’s amusement in his voice.
“It’s all in the bedroom, Father,” Zia jokes. “Make sure to take those vitamins I sent you. You’ve looked tired recently. We’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”
“Good night,” my dad replies with a softness in his voice he seems to reserve for my boyfriend. “Night, you ungrateful brat. Don’t keep Zia up too late by being a heathen.” He hangs up.
“My dad calls you more than me,” I mutter.
“He does, but I like your dad,” Zia says as he lies down, kissing my chest. “I think my father would as well. We should get everyone together for a meal, including Charlie.”
“You think? Like a pre-marriage meeting?” I tease, but I’m being dead serious. Both of our dads know I plan to marry Zia. He seems to be the only one who’s oblivious.
“You wish,” he says, kissing my chest again. “Go to sleep. You need to get up early.”
I groan as I roll us and pin him beneath me.
“I can be a little tired. Besides, you only came twice, and that isn’t good enough for me.
” Sliding down his body, I wrap my mouth around his dick as he gasps, his back arching.
Despite my father’s warnings, I have no intention of letting my boy off easy tonight.