Chapter Eighteen #2
I ground back against the throbbing length nestled against my arse, Nico laughing. “Please,” I said, the heat threatening to engulf me from the inside again. “You don’t know what it feels like.”
His hand drifted down my chest. He watched its movement in the mirror, stopping a few maddening inches short of my cock. “You don’t think I ever tried it?”
“Did you?”
“Once. Not as much as you drank, though.”
“And?” Grabbing Nico’s wrist, I tried to guide his hand where I wanted it. It was like trying to move a steel bar.
“Are you really that interested?”
“Not really.”
He nodded. “That’s what I figured.” A brief pause followed. “Face down on the sofa.”
My haste in following his instructions earned another laugh.
“So eager,” he said as he straddled me, settling onto the backs of my thighs.
“It’s the drug.”
“If you say so.”
The snap of a cap told me he’d retrieved the lube.
“It is. You know it is.”
“Next you’ll be telling me I could be anyone.” His voice dripped with amusement. “I have Drake’s number. I can get him over here if you prefer. I’m sure he’d love to see you like this.”
I stayed silent. Arguing with Nico wasn’t going to get me what I needed. Instead, I swallowed my pride. “I don’t want Drake.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
It wasn’t a lie. At this very moment, I did want him.
“Better.”
Nico sounded pleased.
A groan escaped as slick fingers found their way between my arse cheeks. Gentle fingertips teased my rim before one finger pressed inside.
I arched upward immediately, craving more. Nico rewarded me with a playful slap. “Such a greedy boy.”
One finger quickly became two. Every brush against my prostate dragged another moan from my throat. Just when I thought I might come from that alone, the fingers disappeared.
“Condom,” I managed weakly. The single word felt like a superhuman effort.
“Don’t need them,” Nico said. “I get tested regularly.”
“What about me? You should be worried I might have something.”
“You got tested.”
“What? When? By who?”
“Shhh.” His hand stroked over my hip. “Less talking. More fucking.”
It was difficult to argue with his cock already nudging against my hole. “Are you ready, baby?”
I probably should have objected to that endearment.
Not now, though.
Later.
After he’d fucked me.
I hissed as he pushed inside. My eyes slipped closed as I savored the slight sting, the discomfort only making everything feel better given how turned on I was.
At least face down, I could ignore the mirrors. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than a hand tangled in my hair and turned my head sideways.
“Open your eyes,” Nico instructed. “Watch.”
I obeyed.
In the mirror, Nico made a show of it as he pushed deeper. His biceps flexed as he braced himself above me, and watching his swollen cock disappear into my arse somehow made everything even hotter.
Too hot.
So hot that I came in under a minute without ever touching myself.
It only made Nico fuck harder until every thrust landed with enough force to drive me forward.
“How many times do you think you can come from me fucking you?” he asked, slightly breathless with exertion.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
He slid a hand beneath me and wrapped it around my cock. “Still hard,” he announced.
“Yeah,” I agreed, already pushing back against him.
“On your hands and knees,” Nico demanded.
We started on the sofa, but eventually migrated to the floor, where Nico could fuck me the way he wanted to.
The way he wanted turned out to be hard and fast, with absolutely nothing held back. This time, I didn’t need prompting to watch our reflections. I drank in the sight of Nico’s sweat-slick muscles, admiring the power and beauty of his body as he drove me relentlessly toward yet another climax.
Our gazes met in the mirror. Nico looked infuriatingly smug as I begged, pleaded, and moaned my way through what was, drugs or no drugs, undoubtedly the best sex of my life.
The next orgasm nearly wiped me out.
My mind and body became so disconnected from reality that when I found myself on my back with my knees pushed up around my ears, I had no recollection whatsoever of when or how I’d gotten there.
All I knew was that I was floating somewhere beyond coherent thought, suspended in a transcendental state that defied description.
Everything had become sensation.
It felt as though someone had stripped away my skin and exposed every nerve ending beneath it.
Every touch amplified the feeling.
Every kiss.
Every pant—and Nico was doing a lot of those as he neared his own climax—had become the only sounds that existed in the world, the only ones I needed to hear.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, I laughed. How had I not noticed the ceiling?
It was mirrored, too.
Nico had positioned us directly beneath it, almost certainly on purpose. It gave me front-row seats to the flex of his impressively muscled arse as he thrust into me, and I found myself completely captivated by it.
He said something, and I attempted to focus. “What?”
He raised his head from the place where his lips had pressed against my neck.
Would he leave a mark? I felt as though I should care.
I tried and failed miserably. That was tomorrow’s problem.
“I said…” He paused to catch his breath. “I’m going to come soon.”
I ran my hands down the muscled length of his back, watching our reflections mirror the movement. “Yeah, come. I want to see it. I want to watch.”
His mouth returned to my neck as his thrusts grew harder.
Then he was coming, his entire body jerking.
There was no orgasm for me this time, but I figured I’d already had more than my fair share.
Instead, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and drifted in that dreamlike state until he finally withdrew and sat up. Nico looked down at me, clearly amused.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You look well fucked. It suits you.”
I smiled back. “I am well fucked.” I made no effort to cover myself. I was a million miles past caring that I lay there like some thoroughly debauched porn star, knees still drawn up and everything on display.
Nico traced a hand down my chest and over my stomach before finally wrapping his fingers around my cock. He gave it a small waggle. “Still hard.”
“Yeah.” I shifted my hips, silently encouraging him to tighten his grip.
Instead, he laughed and let go. I was hovering dangerously close to taking offense when he turned away. The feeling vanished a moment later when he faced me again with lubed fingers.
“Want me to rub your prostate for you, baby?”
“Yeah.”
The fingers slid in easily. Something about the look of concentration on Nico’s face was unbelievably hot.
When I came this time, it was possible I blacked out.