Chapter 10
AJLA
Nicolas's hold on my hand was borderline painful as we silently moved through the house, but I didn’t mind. Both of us were desperate for what came next—eager, craving. Him maybe even more than I was, at least judging by the quickening pace of his steps.
The moment we entered his room, well, also my room for the time being, I pushed him away from the door and toward the chair in the corner. Moving the chair closer to the bed, I pointed at it. "Sit."
I didn't need to ask him twice. The moment he sat in the chair, he looked up at me, his eyes devouring me from the top of my head to my toes, as if he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I knew I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
I was like a moth, drawn to his flame, to the energy brimming under the surface of his skin, and I wanted a taste.
The air cracked with the fire brewing between the two of us, and as I walked toward the walk-in closet I'd noticed before and took one of his belts from the shelf, I could see the anticipation written on every part of his face.
"Arms behind," I instructed, walking painfully slowly behind him. His fingers flexed as I tied the belt around his wrists, tightening it maybe even more than was necessary, but when another moan erupted from him, I got the reassurance I needed.
He wanted this as much as I did.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing quickening as I moved in front of him, right between his legs, and leaned down with my lips pressing against his. "We're going to play now," I murmured as I pulled back, loving seeing him like this.
At my mercy, letting me do whatever I wanted.
My nails raked over his bare chest as I dropped down on my knees, pulling down his sweatpants over his hips. He lifted his ass up, helping me take them off entirely, over his legs as I feasted on the bunching muscles on his thighs. His cock stood proudly between his legs, begging for attention.
Begging for me to taste him.
With his sweatpants out of the way, I had the full view of what I was desperate for, and as I brought my face closer to him, I could hear the hitch in his breathing.
I looked up at him as I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling over the swollen head, pressing against the slit and then running over the vein on the underside of him.
"Ajla," he hissed as my fingers wrapped around his base, stroking slowly up and down, together with my tongue swirling around him. "Please."
I pulled back and continued lightly stroking him, grinning from ear to ear. "Please, what?" My tongue came out again just as the question left my lips, swirling around his head. "Use your words, pretty boy."
"Please make me come." His voice trembled when he spoke, the muscles on his abdomen spasming as I started dragging my nails over his balls, separating them from his cock.
"We can't have you come immediately," I smiled. "That wouldn't be fun, would it now?" I increased the pressure with my hand and then let go, standing up.
His dilated pupils swallowed me in their darkness, the insane need shining in them, intoxicating me with power I'd always craved but never got to have. "Where's your lube?" I asked instead of giving him what he wanted, continuing our little game further.
Adam's apple at his throat jumped as he swallowed hard. "In the drawer," he answered, looking at the drawer on the left side of the bed. "The first drawer."
I walked toward the drawers and pulled them open, seeing the bottle of lube right on top, next to several packs of condoms. "Oh, we're gonna need these tonight," I said as I pulled them together with the bottle and threw them on the bed.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned. "Just... Hurry. Please."
But I wasn't in a hurry, and while he might hate me just a little bit for what I was about to do, he would thank me later.
Walking back toward him, I uncapped the bottle and poured a hefty amount into my palm, then went back on my knees between his legs. His cock looked red, angry, the head begging to be touched.
So I did.
I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him, curling my wrist up and down until the veins on his neck started bulging out and his mouth popped open. Just as his hips started moving together with my strokes, I pulled my hand back and pulled down his balls, stopping him from coming.
"Fuuuuuck!" The muscles on his abdomen rippled as I held him down, his entire body shaking as the aftermath of a ruined orgasm ran through him. "What. The. Fuck."
Nicolas was panting, looking at me as if he was seeing me for the first time, and before he had a chance to say anything, I went back down on him again.
And again.
And fucking again until his moans and his pleas echoed around us and his body shook from the need to come.
"I need to come," he whispered. "Please, please, please," my good boy begged, eyes wide and desperate for it. "Please, Ajla. Please."
But it wasn't enough. Not yet.
I dragged my finger over his balls, right underneath towards the line leading to his anus.
His eyes widened but he didn't say a thing as my lubed finger dragged over the puckered opening.
I almost expected him to stop me. I almost expected him to tell me to get lost, but instead he lifted his hips, giving me better access.
The Cheshire grin on my face should've been filmed, but as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started stroking while at the same time running my finger over his rim, he fucking lost it.
"Please," he begged brokenly. His cheeks were flushed, lips wide open as he looked down at me.
My pussy was soaking the boxers he gave me to sleep in, and unable to stop myself, I pulled my hand from his cock and pushed it underneath the elastic band of the boxers and all the way to my pussy.
My clit begged to be touched as my juices ran down my legs.
His eyes locked in on where my hand was, and just like me looking at him, he was unable to tear his eyes away from me.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he moaned as I lightly dragged my finger from his opening to his balls, and up to the vein running on the underside of his cock. "And I want to fuck you so badly."
"Do you?" I moaned as I pushed one finger inside. "How badly do you want to fuck me?"
"I'm fucking desperate," he groaned, moving his hips, seeking friction from my finger. "Please." He looked at my eyes. "Please, let me come. Let me fuck you. Let me... Fuck!" he yelled out as I clenched my fingers around his base.
"You want to come, Nico?"
"Fuck, yes!"
"Hmmm," I pulled my hand from my underwear and stood up, walking toward the bed. Taking one of the condoms from the drawer, I turned toward him and opened the pack. "Are you going to be a good boy and let me come first?"
He looked at the condom, then at me, then back at the condom. "Y–Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm sure. Just… let me. Please, let me come. Let us come."
Pulling out the condom, I dragged it over his cock while he shivered, then walked to his back, holding onto his shoulders.
My nails raked over his back, over his upper arms and his forearms, landing on his wrists, held with the belt.
Red welts marred his skin, but not enough to draw blood, and as I unbuckled him, I brought my lips to his ear.
"Then fuck me like you fucking hate me, Nico."
He jumped from the chair and turned toward me, his eyes wild, desperate, needy. And as he picked me up like I weighed nothing, pressing me against the wall, I wondered if maybe I shouldn't have pushed him so far toward the edge.
But God, I wanted him to snap.
And now I got it.