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BRANDON
Swish. Swish. Swish.
I move my hand seamlessly as I paint, a breathtaking landscape taking form on my white canvas. It comes subconsciously at this point. I let myself settle into the motions as my mind drifts for seconds. Minutes. Hours.
Green. Grass. Trees. Blue. Sky. Clouds. Sunset. Red. Blood. Red. Darkness. Loneliness. Red. Eyes. Pain. Death. Red. Red. Red— No.
I pull my hand away from the canvas as if I’m on fire, my hand slightly trembling. Thankfully, I caught myself before letting those thoughts become a reality in my painting. None of my inner turmoil made it on the canvas.
Suppress. I have to suppress it. No more dark thoughts, I plead with myself.
“What was that?” A voice asks from my right. A voice I know all too well.
I turn, shocked to see Nikolai in the art studio. His head is tilted and there’s curiosity written all over his face.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, voice going cold. He hasn’t stopped by this place in a long time, mostly because he always finds a way to get me to go where he wants. And since we’re keeping what we’re doing a secret, he tends to keep his distance from me in public places.
“You didn’t answer my texts,” he responds as he makes his way closer to me. I look at the clock across the room. 10:02. I’ve been here for hours. “What was that?” he repeats, bringing my attention back to him.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I state obviously, looking between him and the door. The school’s art studio is empty, but what if someone saw him coming in? What if Lan would have been nearby? I practically break out in a sweat at the thought.
“The door is locked,” he replies mindlessly, like he doesn’t care if the door was actually locked or not.
I glare at him and he stops my anxious hands from playing around with my paintbrush. I didn’t even notice I was doing that.
“What was that?” He asks again without being deterred. He was like a dog with a bone.
“What was what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
“That look,” he says slowly, looking at me and then at my half-finished painting.
I follow his gaze and look away from my canvas, feeling shame for some reason.
“I saw it,” he says, turning back to me. His stare is intense. I can feel it like a caress on my face. “I don’t know shit about art, but that look you had? You were running from something, fighting against it. And you wanted to give in.” He tilts his head and makes a thoughtful sound. “You wanted to draw something else.”
I shake my head as I pull my hands away from his hold with a shiver. No. No one knows about that. No one can know about that, especially not him. How would he see me if he knew the truth? Would I still be all the things that he calls me? His lotus flower, his baby, his angel? I doubt it. I don’t know why that makes my stomach twist painfully.
“No,” I rasp out. I clear my throat and try again. I’m looking everywhere but at him. “No, you’re wrong. You should leave.” I’m trying desperately to change his focus, but I make sure to keep my expression nonchalant. “No one can see you here.”
“Hmm,” he hums lightly and suddenly he’s grabbing my face instead. He turns my face towards him and holds me like that, forcing me to watch him. “Eyes on me,” he says in a low voice.
I drop my brush in surprise and grab his wrist loosely with both hands. I don’t fight his hold. I’m used to him doing this by now. It’s become a common occurrence since he learned that I avoid looking at eyes. He does it during sex the most. He loves making me watch as he takes me apart. As he fingers me, as he enters me, as he pleasures me. And if I look away? He doesn’t let me come until I cry out and beg for it as he looms over me and he’s all I see. At the end of those nights, I’m always left gasping and clinging to him, my pride forgotten.
With him, I’m not too scared to look. His eyes… they anchor me. I don’t know how he did that. How he turned something I fear into something I can only want from him. It comes with a mix of emotions. But deep down, it worries me. I don’t know how he keeps noticing these things. Things that no one else has noticed.
And now he knows about my drawings.
Well, not completely. He’s starting to see behind my facade. I can’t let him know what I’m hiding behind my art.
Many artists draw to escape the world, but for the past few years I’ve been drawing to escape myself. To escape thoughts I shouldn’t be having. To escape taking actions on things I shouldn’t consider doing. My thoughts are… messy. Darkness creeps into my mind more than I would like and I can’t stop it. The more I do, the louder it gets. And it keeps getting louder by the day. I don’t want to feel this way, but I can’t help it. I want to be normal again. I want to live and not just be alive. I want—
Niko shakes my head in his hold softly. “Stay with me,” he orders, his hard voice a complete contrast to his soft touch.
I shake myself out of my thoughts and blink back to focus. I look into his eyes and they calm me in a way that I didn’t think would be possible.
He takes his other hand and taps my forehead lightly. “What are you hiding in here?” He whispers.
I want to shake my head in denial again but he’s using his fingers to trail over my skin lightly, touching me and leaving a hot trail from his touch.
“Niko,” I gasp out, his hold on my face keeping my eyes locked to his. I can’t tell him. I can’t.
“I know,” he says thoughtfully, almost like he read my mind. “If I push too hard, you start running.” The annoyance in his voice is obvious as he says those last few words.
It’s not that I run, I just want to avoid problems.
“But know this.” He forces me to walk a few steps back until my back hits the wall. “You can hide from the rest of the world, but you never have to hide from me,” he says in the space between us, his eyes trapping me.
His words sink into me and I want to drown in them. I want to believe him. But there are too many things that are already complicated between us. This can’t be another.
“I’ll figure it out soon enough,” he states, no doubt in his voice. As if though it was just a matter of time.
I take a sharp breath. His confident words make me worry. But he can’t be serious. He won’t find out. But what if he does? No, he can’t. No one can. But he’s already discovered so much. What if he does figure it out? What if he—
“Get out of your head, lotus flower,” he says, pushing his body against mine. He lets my face go and I look away, my hands leaving his wrist.
Blue. I blink.
His wrist is smudged with some blue paint that I had on my hands. The artist in me immediately takes notice of how beautiful the color is against his complexion. And I can’t help but compare this blue to the blue of his eyes. It pales in comparison.
Niko notices the paint but he doesn’t seem to care about it as he places his hands against the wall, trapping me between them. He’s huge and I feel small even though we’re practically the same height. “I can entertain that pretty little head of yours in other ways,” he says seductively, mouth tilting up in a smirk.
I roll my eyes. Count on Niko to always find a way to get his dick wet.
“I have paint on my hands,” I tell him, pointedly looking at his wrist.
“Then I’ll be your canvas,” he states without pause. “I want to see paint everywhere, especially in my hair.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “You’re… You…” I don’t even have the words to say. I’m actually speechless.
Niko just hums before his eyes drop to my lips for a few seconds. “Been dying to kiss you all day,” he whispers like it’s a secret.
I take a sharp breath, the look he gives me has me trembling in anticipation. I want to kiss him but we can’t. Not here.
I look at his lips and look back at him, and he gives me a wolfish grin. That grin tends to get him what he wants, but I won’t fall for it this time. I shake my head and glance at the door worriedly. “We shouldn’t, Niko. You’re not even supposed to be here,” I emphasize, but I’m still not pushing him away.
“Just one kiss,” he says without looking away from my lips. “Just one.”
His concentrated stare makes my lips tingle with want. I keep looking at the door and my heart is starting to beat faster. It doesn’t matter if the door is locked when someone with a key can easily open it. Art students aren’t allowed to have keys to the studio, but many do anyways. Especially when many of us get inspired at crazy hours of the day. We can come and go whenever we get the desire to draw.
My hand is already halfway to the back of my neck before Niko stops it in its path and holds it in his, intertwining our fingers. He’s been trying to break that habit but it’s hard when it’s something that I’ve done for so long.
“We can’t,” I stress, more to myself than him, staring at our intertwined fingers.
“You don’t want to kiss me?” He asks in a low voice as he brings our joined hands to his lips and kisses my fingertips one at a time.
I don’t know what kind of sound comes out of my mouth, but I don’t have the time to be embarrassed. My stomach is twisting and I think I must be getting sick or something. My hand is trembling in his hold now.
I look at the door again and he tilts my face towards him with his other hand. “Eyes on me, baby,” he says in a low voice, eyes darkening. I swear those are his favorite words. He makes sure I watch him as he slowly lets my hand go and trails it up from my lower stomach to my neck. He’s thumbing the vein on the side of my neck now and I’m breathing harshly as he slides it up and down. Goosebumps erupt and I tremble in his hold, my face heating up in desire. He watches every reaction I have to his touch with a hungry gaze.
I can’t help the soft moan that leaves my mouth when he puts one leg between mine and tilts my head up, kissing my neck from one side and making his way to the other. He’s taking his time as he presses small kisses, sometimes his tongue pokes out for a small lick. I swear he’s torturing me, he must be. I can’t stop myself from bucking forward and Niko groans against my neck.
“Lotus flower,” he mumbles next to my ear. And I’m hot. Everything is hot. “One kiss.”
I shake my head but I don’t open my mouth, not knowing what other sound would come out instead of the word no.
He grunts and starts kissing down my neck before sucking on the spot he knows is my weakness. I gasp and this time I can’t control the wrecked moan that leaves my mouth. My head falls forward on him as I try to stop myself from giving in to the pleasure that was rising within me, but Niko won’t stop sucking and licking. The idea of having another hickey I’ll have to cover up doesn’t even bother me at this point. I want his marks on me just like I want to leave my marks on him.
I moan into his body, trying to muffle the sound, as arousal sparks in me, my hips jutting forward against his. I know I should tell him no, I know I should push him away, but instead I tilt my head slightly and give him more access.
He doesn’t wait a second before taking advantage and sucking more roughly, his hips moving against mine properly now. The room is burning up and I don’t want him to stop. I need him to keep going. Oh God. I’m trying not to make a sound, but low moans are slipping out of my mouth without permission. I’m semi-hard and Niko is full on hard from our grinding.
Sex wasn’t something I used to take much part in before, but Niko brings my body alive in a way no one ever has and I’m accustomed to him now. I need to feel him open me up and push his way inside, holding me down as he bites me. It’s like he trained me for it. My body responds to anything he does, already knows that it’s going to get fucked no matter how much I try to stop my reactions, and he’s using that to his advantage.
Niko’s turned me into an addict and he knows it.
“One kiss, baby,” he whispers in my ear again, rutting harder against me. He sucks that spot one more time and I swear I see stars for a second.
I shiver. I never stood a chance against him. I nod quickly and give in without much of a fight. “Okay,” I practically moan, short breaths escaping me. “One—”
The rest of my words are muffled as he pulls my head back and slams his lips on mine. The force of his lips against mine surprises me and it takes a second for my brain to catch up, but my body is already in sync with his. I’m leaning into him and letting him pull my head the way he wants. He doesn’t give me a chance to open up for him, he simply forces his way into my mouth. I moan as his tongue slides against mine, goosebumps rising on my arms. There was a spark before but now its become a raging inferno as he takes me the way he likes.
And I’m helpless to it all.
There’s just something about kissing Niko that leaves me hot and bothered and breathless all at the same time. It has my heart rising to my throat and my pulse beating loudly in my ears. It has me begging for more when I know I shouldn’t.
His hands are on my waist now, moving my hips roughly against his. The sensation is so ardent and I can’t stop myself from sliding my hands up his arm slowly before wrapping them around his neck and pulling him closer. He shivers against me, biting my lower lip hard. I can’t stop moaning as the wet kiss gets more intense.
Niko is devouring me. It’s like he can’t control himself. And I’m not any better. I push back with as much as he gives me. He bites my lip. I bite his. He sucks my tongue. I suck his. He grinds against me. I grind harder.
I only pull back a few seconds later because I need to breathe. I’m panting for air but Niko isn’t deterred in the slightest, trailing his wet kisses down my neck without pause. He’s truly insatiable.
My hands are shaking and I try to get my bearings but I can only focus on the sensation of his lips on my neck. He’s still moving my hips the way he wants with his hands, grinding me against him. And I can feel how painfully hard he is. Just like me.
In the back of my mind, I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t know why. I can’t seem to remember at the moment. Not when he feels so right. God, I can’t think. My mind is as blank as the canvas I stare at before I start painting.
I gasp out when he bites my neck, moaning his name recklessly. I’ve never been into that— biting. I hate pain, but he’s turned me into someone who can’t live without his violence. Especially when it’s mixed with pleasure. He made me addicted to everything he does to my body. And now I’m so used to his treatment that I get wetter and harder for him.
“Niko, Niko,” I moan again and again, throbbing in my pants. My hands are tightly gripping the back of his neck as I steady myself to grind against him harder. I need to come. I haven’t come in my pants since I first hit puberty but I need it. I need him.
Niko releases a deep breath, pulling away from my neck and touches his forehead to mine. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps darkly, his eyes lidded as he stares at me. His grip tightens on my waist harshly as he grinds against me and I’m sure I’ll have bruises for weeks. “You’re so fucking good.” He won’t stop staring at me and I think I’m going to burst into flames. “One more kiss.”
I lick my lips and he ruts harder against me. I’m shaking in his arms now. “Okay, okay,” I gasp breathlessly. “One more.”
He doesn’t even let me finish speaking properly before he kisses me hungrily again. His fingers dig into my hips as I make the first move and slide my tongue into his mouth. He tastes so divine. There are no words to explain what his taste does to me. He knows how to kiss me senseless. I feel how every part of me ignites as our tongues fight for dominance, as we push and pull, as we bite, as we try to conquer one another. I feel his groan more than hear it as he moans into my mouth. I pull his hair the way he likes and he grinds harshly against me. My back is digging into the wall from his strength. I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t realize he’s sliding me up against the wall until my legs are wrapped around his hips.
“Niko,” I gasp out, my lips pulling back at the sudden change. I’m taller than him in this position, and I can see his dilated eyes as he stares up at me with a pure want that leaves me breathless.
“Keep moaning my name,” he practically orders, his voice heavy with lust. Then he’s back to leaving his marks on me. His hands slide from the bottom of my thighs to my ass, huge and wide. He’s squeezing me and grinding our hips without pause. And this position is so much better. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head and I think I’m going to come just like that, pinned against the wall with my legs around him as he sucks my neck harshly.
But then he pulls back to look at me as he tilts my hips in a way that allows him to grind against my ass instead. He’s pushing up harshly, he’s aiming for my hole. It’s like he wants to fuck me through our clothes and sink deep inside me. My hole is twitching at the idea of him fucking me. I want that.
“Fucking perfect,” he groans breathlessly. “So fucking beautiful.”
I blush at his words and I look away, groaning as the back of my head hits the wall behind me softly. I’m so close. My back is arching off the wall and Niko leans forward to lick my nipples over my shirt and I moan his name repeatedly. My nipples are so sensitive, he’s made them that way with how often he plays with them. He touches them and my body goes haywire. I’m going to come undone just like this. “Niko, Niko, Niko,” I moan over and over, my voice getting louder with each call of his name.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he grunts, voice pleased and low. His hands are still moving me the way he likes as he grinds up against me.
I think I see stars as he steadily increases the pace and I’m climbing the peak, almost ready to fall off the edge. I can’t stop whimpering and moaning his name. I’ve completely lost myself to him. To the feeling he gives me.
It doesn’t take more than another flick of his tongue over my covered nipples before I’m thrown over the edge, screaming his name. I grip his shoulders tightly as my release takes over, wetting my underwear and pants as I moan without caution. My world is shattering around me and all I can hear is Niko telling me I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
His words echo around me as my body trembles and pliantly falls on him. I don’t have the strength to hold myself up after that. I’ve never come untouched before. He’s muttering words against my neck that I can’t hear before he starts sucking my neck harshly, making sure to leave more of his marks on my skin. I’m feeling the effects of my orgasm as I shiver in his arms. I can’t even speak, just moan lewdly as he keeps sucking and rutting against me.
He didn’t come, I can feel his thick bulge pressing against my ass. I pull my head back and grind down on him. I want to help him reach his peak as well, but he stops gyrating my hips and looks up at me in awe. His lips are red and swollen and I can’t imagine mine are any better.
“Fuck. I love that you’re all mine,” he rasps out.
His words pull me out of my reverie. There’s something hot burning in my chest. I sink my fingers in his hair and tug his head back so that I’m looking down on him. “You are mine, Nikolai. Not the other way around.”
“Fuck yes,” he groans sharply, looking at me like I control his every whim at the snap of my finger. He pulls me into another kiss, long and languid. And so wet. I reciprocate immediately. I’m addicted to his kisses. To him.
He pulls back harshly. “Have to fuck you,” he says breathlessly, his hard cock grinding against me again.
“Not here, Niko,” I whisper, coming back to my senses. It was supposed to be one kiss and look what that turned into. He pushes my limits and boundaries and I don’t realize it until afterwards, that’s how good he is. But now my mind is clearing up, the cool air in the art studio doing wonders on my heated skin.
Niko groans. He carries me over the few steps to where my canvas is located before he starts sinking to his knees and I grab onto him tightly, making a sound of surprise. “I got you,” he whispers, his grip tight and reassuring as he lays me down on the ground before him.
“Niko, no,” I warn, my eyes going to the door uselessly. I’m such a hypocrite. I remember the way I was moaning his name loudly just a few minutes ago and I blush. I’m sure anyone walking outside would have heard. What if someone would have seen us like that?
“No one is coming in here,” he says as if reading my mind. He unwraps my legs from his waist and holds them open for him. “Stay like that.” He says in his no nonsense tone, and I’m about to argue with him when he suddenly unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down. He doesn’t bother to take them off and simply pulls his cock out from the slit in his boxers.
I watch in shock as his hard cock springs out, red and hard and so wet that the piercing at the tip is glistening. He immediately grabs it and gives it a few pumps, groaning in pleasure. I’m mesmerized as I watch him jerk off in between my legs, my throat dry at the scene.
I’m pulled out of my daze when Niko lets his cock go and starts pushing my shirt up. “Niko,” I rasp out, grabbing his hands and shaking my head.
His exhale is loud as he stops himself. “No one is coming in here,” he repeats again. “But don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you, you already said no. Doesn’t mean that I don’t want to see your body.”
I blush at his final words and let his hands go. He pulls my shirt up until they reach the top of my chest, my nipples on display for him. He groans again as he leans forward and licks them. I gasp at the sensitivity, my back arching off the floor.
But his words finally click in place for me.
“What did you do?” I ask, panting as he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth.
He’s not paying attention to the question I asked as he starts unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down with my wet boxers. I gasp as the cool air hits my spent cock and the wet cum that is drying on my skin. Good thing that I always change my clothes when I’m painting or I would have been upset at my ruined pants. Niko is pulling them completely off harshly before setting himself between my legs again, holding me open the way he wants. “Just like that,” he says darkly, gripping my thighs to spread me wider.
He won’t stop looking at my body, his eyes lingering on my hole for longer than necessary. His grip tightens on my thighs and his jaw ticks. He’s holding himself back.
“What did you do, Niko?” I ask again, trying to focus on the issue at hand instead of his heated gaze. I try not to get self-conscious as he keeps staring.
He seems like he didn’t hear a word I said so I touch his arms lightly and that seems to bring him back to focus as he stares at me again. “Hmm?” Niko hums distractedly.
My words get caught in my throat as he lets one of my thighs go. His hand is back to jacking off as he stares at my hardened nipples before languidly looking down my body until it reaches my hole again. He starts pulling himself harshly and I can’t help but stare at his cock. It’s so big that his fingertips aren’t even touching as he jerks off. I squirm on the floor.
It takes a few seconds for me to respond as I watch him. “To the door. What did you do?”
Niko grunts. “Don’t worry,” he says without a care, his breath coming out harshly as he watches me under him. My legs are still in the same position he told me to keep them and he seems to be getting lost in the sight. “Just know that no one is coming in here. I would fucking kill anyone that sees you like this.”
I shudder at his words. I believe him. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that he means every word. I feel myself relax as he leans over me. His other hand is placed next to my head now and he’s holding himself up as he pumps his cock quickly. His hips are pushing against mine and I grind up against him stupidly, my sensitive cock coming in contact with his hard cock and his hand.
“Stop that,” he says harshly, the vein on his neck bulging.
I do stop. I don’t want to push him too far, but I don’t think about it before I start touching his upper body. My hands roam his skin lightly as he moans in pleasure. He’s shaking as he tries to hold himself back.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans in anguish. He’s pulling himself so hard that I would be scared for him if I didn’t know how pain and violence gets him off. He likes to torture himself by edging himself until he can’t take it anymore and comes.
I scratch my nails down his back teasingly and his forehead touches mine as he makes a noise I can’t decipher.
“Kiss me,” I whisper in the space between us, tugging his hair the way he likes.
He moans before he crashes his lips against mine. He can’t hold himself back as he takes me apart with his mouth. I feel every moan and grunt as a vibration against my body. Goosebumps rise along my arms.
His despair is evident in the way his tongue invades my mouth wetly. There’s nothing but heat taking over, he’s taking what he needs and I let him. I moan into his mouth as he sucks my tongue harshly. My back arches off the floor at the feeling.
He breaks away at the feeling of my chest against his and immediately bends down and takes a nipple into his mouth. I yelp at the direct contact, completely different from when he sucked them over my shirt before. I shiver as he goes from one to the other. They’re so sensitive and my hips rut up uncontrollably as sparks make their way across my body. “Niko,” I gasp out, my hands locked in his hair.
Oh God. I can’t stop moaning. My eyes are rolling back as he licks them slowly, circling his tongue around them, flicking the tip, sucking them. I push him harder against my chest and he makes a pleased sound as he wets them roughly and blows on them afterwards. I moan without restraint at the feeling, my legs opening up further for him as I try to grind against him. But his hand isn’t on his cock anymore and it’s against my hip, pushing me down harshly to the floor so that we don’t touch.
He doesn’t take it easy on me and my sensitivity rises to the point that I feel lightheaded and like I won’t survive if he removes his lips from my nipples. They’re so wet that the cool air tightens them further and I can’t stop shivering. I don’t know how long Niko plays with them, I’m completely lost in the mix of pressure and pain. Just the way he likes it.
He’s tugging one of my nipples with his teeth and I can’t take it anymore. I try to grind up again but Niko’s grip on my hip is harsh and he refuses to let us touch. A disappointed noise escapes me and I don’t realize it until Niko shushes me, his lips pulling away from my chest. My hands release the hold in his hair as he slowly makes his way down my body and I watch him dazedly. He kisses my semi hard cock and I moan and shake before he moves lower, gripping my thighs hard and spreading them wider.
“I’m going to cum on your body. Make my own art out of you,” he says determinedly, voice low and rough. I gulp at his intense stare. “But first, I’m going to eat you out.” He gives me a wolfish grin and all I can do is blink and nod dumbly.
My body isn’t even my own at this point. It’s his to do what he wants with. I can feel it in the way he spreads me open without protest, his tongue licking around my hole and flicking it before it sinks in slowly. My back is arching before I can stop myself, gripping his hair at the sensation. “Niko,” I moan his name loudly as he starts thrusting his tongue in and out immediately.
I feel the blush that’s taking over my face, hot and spreading across my cheeks. It’s not something that we usually do without Niko having to coax me. It’s vulgar but Niko claims that he loves every part of my body. He told me once to get used to it because he would be doing it a lot and I didn’t think much of it back then, but he meant every word. While I used to think it was embarrassing to have him play with me there, that’s not what I’m thinking right now. My mind is clouded with Oh God and Don’t stop.
He circles his tongue inside and pokes my walls and I can’t stop the sounds coming out of my mouth even if I tried. It’s so good and wet. I can feel his saliva as he pulls back and spits in my hole. I shiver and my body is convulsing as he enters me again. My thighs are trapping him in but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think he enjoys it. I’m so loud that I’m scared someone might hear. I try to muffle my moans with a hand but Niko immediately stops and pushes my hand away, an angry expression on his face. “Don’t fucking hide your sounds from me,” he says harshly.
I nod dazedly, my brain still in a fog of pleasure. And I’m completely hard now. Niko’s fingertip traces my cock with a fingertip and my hips nudge upwards subconsciously as I moan.
He pulls out lube from his back pocket. “Let me finger you. Gonna make you come,” he promises.
I don’t even ask why he’s carrying lube around, he seems to take it with him everywhere. I watch him rub it over his fingers and put some over his cock, stroking it a few times. His face has relief written all over it before he tightens his jaw and pulls his hand away. I want to ask him why he’s putting so much of it on himself, but he’s suddenly entering a finger inside me.
I got no warning and I whine at the sudden intrusion. He lowers himself and starts licking inside me again. He adds a second finger a few seconds later. My hips are circling against his face, needing more of his tongue and fingers. It’s like he hears my thoughts because he hits my prostate and my body jerks as I practically scream in pleasure. The sparks are tingling down my spine and I swear I can feel the fireworks going off in my head as my back arches.
My back is falling limply back to the floor and I realize he’s thrusting three fingers in and out. My thighs are clenching around his head hard. I moan as he licks around his fingers and starts spreading them open, hitting my prostate occasionally and I think I’m going to burst. My cock is so hard and wet. I need him to keep his promise.
“Niko,” I moan heatedly. I’m burning up, the cold air in the studio doing nothing to dissipate the raging fire that’s burning inside me. “I need—”
“I know,” Niko says, pulling away from me, kneeling between my legs again. His fingers are still inside me, spreading me open as he looks down at my body with half-lidded eyes. “Mm, you’re fucking perfect, baby.”
“Niko,” I force out, the desperation almost palpable in my voice. “You promised.”
“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he says lowly.
I shake my head before he’s done speaking. I still get embarrassed about doing things like that myself. It’s behavior that I consider indecent and it takes a lot for me to get out of my head and enjoy it when it makes me feel so vulnerable. There are just certain things he needs to coax me into or I’ll fight it the whole way through. Niko knows that, but he loves the power trip and having the upper hand.
He tuts in disapproval. “Guess you won’t be coming,” he says thoughtfully. Mockingly.
I grit my teeth in annoyance. Niko can be a little mean when it comes to sex sometimes, he likes to push my buttons. He loves pushing and prodding until he gets his way. It’s okay because I can be a little mean sometimes too.
I look away from him as I bring my hand down to my cock and Niko pushes it away.
“Only I get to make you come. Touch yourself again and I’ll tie you up. I won’t let you come at all tonight,” Niko says without pause. He doesn’t stop spreading his fingers inside me and I’m shivering as he speaks.
I still glare at him as my hole tightens around him. “I’ll make myself come,” I say defiantly. My hand is making its way back to my cock, but he locks my wrist in his hold immediately.
“Yeah. With my fingers,” he responds, twisting his fingers perfectly to hit my prostate and my back arches with a moan I can’t control. “Don’t push me, baby, or I’ll make sure you don’t come for a fucking week and tease you to the point that you’ll cry and beg for it every night with no release.”
I’m going crazy from every thrust against my prostate and I can hear his words in a floating kind of way around me. He’s insane. But I know he’s capable of doing it. He lets my wrist go and I move my hand away, choosing my battles wisely. It’s better not to tempt him.
He’s looking at me with little patience, waiting for me to comply with his request. Fuck yourself on my fingers.
I shake my head as I try to focus on something else, anything else. I’m not going to do it. I won’t.
Niko must see the determination on my face because he redoubles his efforts. Spreading me viciously with his fingers and hitting my prostate repeatedly. I’m shaking at his ministrations. The sounds coming out of my mouth are so loud. Oh God. I can feel myself slipping but I shake my head as tears sting my eyes.
There’s a hand on my throat and he squeezes threateningly. “Give in, baby,” he says darkly. His voice is fuzzy in my head. “Stop fighting it.”
I release a shaky breath when he lets my throat go. He twists my nipples harshly before grabbing my cock, pumping it twice and letting it go. It’s enough to drive me crazy as I twist my body around, needing release. I’m tightening harshly on his fingers as he plays with my nipples again, a cry coming out of my lips.
No, no, no, I’m screaming at myself but I don’t stand a chance when he hits my prostate again and I moan so loud that I’m sure even people outside the building know what we’re doing. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head and my hips are moving before I realize it. I’m pushing myself down against Niko’s finger and he suddenly stops moving them. Asshole.
I want to yell as I circle my hips to get his fingers to hit that spot again. But he’s not moving an inch, just leaving his fingers inside me as I figure my way into an orgasm somehow. I moan as he pulls my hair and my eyes open immediately to look at him.
“There you go,” he says, eyes dark as he takes me in. “Keep going. Just like that, lotus flower.”
As much as I want to deny it, that nickname does something to me. And he can feel it too from the way I tighten around his fingers. His expression darkens farther and he finally releases my hair, but now I can’t look away. I’m desperately rolling my hips down against his fingers, moaning highly. He watches me intently and I feel his cock against my thigh, the piercing rubbing against it lightly before he moves back.
And suddenly I can only think of his cock inside me instead of his fingers.
I look down at his cock instead. The way it curves upward has my mouth salivating. He’s so hard that it’s red and it must hurt from how much he keeps edging himself. I gulp as I watch how wet he is, a mix of his precum and the lube he used before to relieve the edge for a few seconds.
I can’t look away and my hips are moving harder against his fingers, imagining it was his cock instead. I don’t know what noise is coming out of my mouth when I feel a sudden wetness inside me. My back is arching at the sensation. I’m gasping at the feeling, trembling and moaning in confusion.
I look down and Niko has the bottle of lube pressed against my hole slightly. He waits until I look at him and he squeezes and more of the cold lube spreads inside me. My jaw drops at the sensation and I moan pathetically, my body squirming against the hard floor. His fingers stay still inside me through it all and I’m losing my mind. I need him to move.
“Niko, Niko,” I repeat his name, my voice raspy and coated in desire.
My body is moving around in a depraved way as he pulls the lube back and fingers me harshly, hitting my prostate with every thrust and spreading me open at the same time. I moan at his sudden thrusts and move my hips to the movement of his fingers. Finally.
I’m so wet and I shiver in a way I can’t describe. I keep pushing my hips down against his fingers as my jaw drops open, letting every sound of pleasure escape from me without restraint. I have no time to feel any shame when my body is being consumed in desire.
I’m climbing that peak again before he suddenly stops and pulls his fingers out. I cry out at the loss as my eyes open disbelievingly, looking down as he takes his hand to pump his cock. The same hand he was using to finger me and I blush at the amount of lube that’s covering him.
He’s stroking himself harshly, groaning at the desperation he must see clearly in my face. And I don’t know why but there are tears stinging my eyes. I was so close. He promised.
“Niko,” I rasp out, trying to stop my body from vibrating with desire. I can barely control myself as I shake against the floor, my cock throbbing at the sudden loss of almost coming. I try to blink the tears away.
“Told you I was gonna come on you,” he states plainly, like he’s not as bothered as I am. But he can’t fool me, I can clearly see the unhinged and dark look in his eyes.
The cold air overstimulates every part of my heated skin now that I stopped moving. I’m trembling with need and Niko won’t do anything. And he won’t let me do anything either.
Maybe… after he comes?
I put my hand on his cock and he stops in surprise, his wet hand falling to my thigh. I’m shaking as I grasp him in my hand, my fingertips are far apart from my thumb but I try to squeeze him hard and stroke him up and down the way he was doing it. I’ve never given him a handjob before, never took the initiative either. He’s way more experienced than I am and I hate making a fool of myself.
“Fuck,” he says after the shock passes, moving his hips against my hand. And I can’t help but be entranced at the way he looks and feels. His head is thrown back, moaning but when I twist my hand at the base he looks down at me with dark eyes. He looks from me to my hand on him and he’s pushing forward again with labored breaths but he won’t look away.
I mirror him and I gulp as I realize how big his cock looks in my hand, red and throbbing at every stroke. His piercing has me biting my lower lip. I keep twisting as I move my hand up and down quicker and thumb against his piercing when I reach the top before repeating the process.
Niko is grunting and trembling as he moves against my hand. “Lotus flower,” he whispers as he leans forward and gives me a harsh kiss. He pulls his cock out of my hand and I make a noise of confusion against his lips. I thought he liked it.
“It was perfect, so fucking perfect,” he mumbles heatedly against my lips before sucking his way down my neck. He sucks hard on that spot and I moan and grind up against him.
I gasp as I feel his hard cock against mine and I try to rut against it again, but Niko moves his body down from my neck to suck on my nipples. I can’t even complain as he pinches them and teases them. I’m arching my back and my breath hitches when his pierced tip presses against my hole before it slides away. We both moan.
I’m taken by the pleasure on my nipples, the throbbing of my cock as it’s pressed against his body, and the need to have him inside me. I push my hips down pleadingly, moaning when I feel his cock against me again. Niko starts grinding against my ass and I move my hips along with him, feeling his cock slide against my hole but never entering. It’s maddening.
We keep grinding against each other and he almost breaches me before he pulls back again and I fist his hair, pulling him away from my nipples. “Niko,” my voice trembling. “What-”
“No,” Niko says fiercely, making his way up to kiss my lips.
His wet tongue against mine doesn’t deter me. I try to move my hips but he grabs them and forces them down against the hard floor. I cry out against his lips at the way his pierced cock grazes my perineum, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. He does it again and I move back, shaking my head with tears in my eyes. “I need to— I need,” I stutter a few times.
“You said no fucking in here, remember?” Niko reminds me as he holds me down tightly. He doesn’t stop grinding his cock against me even as he throws my words back at me.
And I’m moaning out helplessly. I did say that. I did but—
“The tip,” Niko says hoarsely and I’m nodding along to his words immediately. He looks at me with a gleam in his eyes. “Just the tip,” he repeats.
“Yeah,” I rasp as I move my hips down, needing to feel him inside.
He stops me with a hand, his grip tight on my hip. I make a sound that he ignores as he pumps his cock a few times before holding the base tightly and moves the tip towards my entrance. I can’t make a noise as I feel the cold metal of his piercing against me. I’m breathing harshly as he circles my hole, leaving precum to mix with the lube. “Fuck,” he moans tightly. “Gonna make a mess out of you.”
I shiver in his hold as his grip tightens and his tip breaches my hole. My mouth drops as he pulls my hips down harshly and he enters me, stretching me open even after he fingered me. I feel the pop of his tip when it’s inside me and I can’t make sense of anything as Niko makes a sound of pure pleasure.
I did that. Being inside me did that. And I feel myself going unhinged at the thought of bringing him pleasure so easily.
I force my hips down while he’s moaning and he sinks in a little deeper before he pulls back to make sure it’s just the tip. “Stay,” he orders darkly, his jaw ticking.
His hands are gripping my hips tightly and he rocks back and forth, making sure to fuck me with his tip. He never pulls back enough to completely leave my body and I feel his piercing against my walls with every motion. I’m moaning at the feeling as he takes me apart with his tip.
“Niko, Niko,” I gasp out. I can’t believe how desperate I sound. My pride is far gone by now. “More,” I beg him, tears in my eyes at the sensation.
He’s circling the tip inside me before he grunts and pushes a few more inches inside. I hold onto his wrists tightly as he pulls back and pushes in again, never going further than the few inches he put in. And I think it’s enough to take the edge off but then he repositions himself and his next push in is against my prostate.
I scream as my thighs tremble and my legs tighten against his hips, my back arching off the hard floor. Oh God. I felt his piercing hitting it so perfectly and I’m delirious for more.
I try to push back against him even if it’s a useless battle as Niko looms over me and keeps his tight hold on my hips. He’s grunting and groaning as he purposely makes sure to hit my prostate with every push in now. I tighten around him viciously. “More, more, more,” I keep mumbling as my breath hitches with every thrust, sparks spreading across my body.
“Fuck, baby, you’re a fucking vision,” he grits out through clenched teeth, obviously holding himself back. He stops moving and takes a hand to wrap around himself as he jerks off like that. I can feel his piercing pressing against my walls in different angles from the way he’s pulling harshly on himself. But he’s not pushing in anymore. He’s just using me to jack off and I’m scrambling in his hold. I need more.
“Your body is fucking perfect. You were meant for me,” he grumbles in between his harsh strokes, looking down at my hole taking his tip.
I don’t know why his words have my cock pulsing in need and my nipples hardening. I moan lightly as I tighten my hole around him and circle my hips slowly for him. I want to keep pleasuring him, pleasing him. I want him to keep looking at me like that.
His hands are moving faster as he moans and they hit against me whenever he strokes closer to his tip. He looks so good between my legs and I admire him as his abs flex at every harsh pull of his cock. I moan at the slap slap slap slap sounds coming from between us.
“Lotus flower,” he moans out, breathing heavily as I circle his tip. His hands are stroking in a frenzy and I think he’ll come like this.
I push him inside a little more with each roll of my hips and I’m about to beg him to go deeper when he suddenly pulls out completely with a pained groan and lets me go. I shake my head as I complain. “No, no, I need—”
My cries are cut off by Niko kissing me. He’s taking up all the space until he’s everything I see. His hands are trapping me on either side. Why did he stop? Why. Did. He. Stop. I can’t even ask as he devours my mouth.
I’m going mad, falling into desperation, as he plays with my body. He releases my lips and breathes against me as he moves his hips forward and he’s pushing his pierced tip in and out of me with a tug against my hole. And now I can tell that he’s edging himself. He doesn’t want to come.
No, I think desperately. I immediately grab his face and kiss him wetly, drowning in his moans and licking into his mouth. I don’t stop kissing him even as he plays with me. I bide my time and rock against him pliantly. I wait until I feel his tip pushing inside me again for the eighth time and then I pull his hair roughly. He groans loudly in pleasure, his hips jerking forward in reaction and I push my hips into it, letting him sink more than the tip inside me. I moan against his mouth. I pull his hair again and he rocks his hips forward subconsciously and I can’t stop moaning. I push my hips and a few more inches sink into me. He’s deeper than he was before.
This time, he doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t even touch me. Just pulls his lips away as he makes his way down my neck, sucking harshly. “Taking what you want.” His voice is muffled against my skin. He caught on immediately. “You’re so fucking hot. Fuck yourself on my cock, lotus flower.”
The second his tongue is on my nipple again, I lose all common sense. I yell wantonly as my back arches, pushing him in deeper. My cock is spurting precum at how deep he’s in me now. Finally. I keep pushing down and gyrating my hips on him to accommodate his thickness. It’s not even a quarter in and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I am losing my mind. I need to come and he’s playing with me.
I move my hips desperately as I moan. I can’t hit my prostate like this and tears are stinging my eyes again. I grasp onto his huge shoulders as I circle my hips and move on the few inches that are inside me. He’s watching me lose control under him and doesn’t do anything to help.
I try to slide down harder but he’s barely in me anymore and that’s when I realize that he’s pulling his hips back. Pulling his cock out when I was finally getting into a rhythm.
I pull his hair desperately, tears stinging my eyes again. “Why, why, why,” I’m mumbling in agony. “Let me—”
“You want to keep fucking yourself on my cock?” Niko asks, his lips sucking my nipple tightly. He flicks the other one with his tongue.
I shiver and moan at his words and actions. My cock is so wet and I’m rubbing it against his abs in need. It takes me a few seconds before I realize that he asked me a question and I nod in response. Yes.
“Words, baby,” he taunts, pushing the tip of his cock inside me again.
I moan desperately and try to open my legs wider for him and he pushes in a little more, his piercing hitting my prostate as a reward. I scream and I’m tightening around him. Everything is setting me off from how sensitive I am. I’m going insane, the heat inside me at the point of boiling over. “Yes, yes,” I moan repeatedly, grasping his shoulders tightly as I arch my back.
“You want my cock?” He asks, though he makes it sound more like a statement than a question.
“I want your cock.” I’m desperately rocking my hips again, wanting to feel that spark of pleasure. I blush at the crude words coming out of my lips, but I can’t stop myself now.
“Eyes on me,” he orders with restraint. I look at him immediately. And his pupils are dilated with a want so potent that I can’t believe he hasn’t given in yet. “You want me to fuck you?”
I nod vehemently, gasping out from pleasure when he pushes those few inches in and out. “I want you to fuck me.” He hits my prostate again and his piercing feels so good against me. I moan as I tighten my fingers on him. “Please,” I start pleading and rambling, moving my hips sloppily. “Please, please, please, please. I need you. I need your cock. Please fuck me. Please, please.”
Niko wipes away the tears from my face. I didn’t even realize that I was crying. “I love edging you,” he mutters quietly, kissing me wetly for a few seconds before pulling back, but I don’t understand what he’s saying. All I feel is desperation thrumming in my veins. I want to come. I start begging again but he shushes me with another kiss like he can’t stop himself. “I got you,” he says with a noticeable smirk in his voice. “That’s all you had to say, baby. I’m going to fuck you. Only I can have you like this. Only I can get you like this. Crying and desperate for my cock. For me.”
I’m nodding along with everything he says as he pulls back to his knees and puts my legs over his shoulders. He doesn’t waste a second before he pushes his cock into me halfway. I moan his name loudly as my back arches. He’s gripping my hips tightly and watching me take his cock. I’m shaking in his hold as he sinks the rest of his cock incredibly slowly, most likely to torture me even though I already begged for it.
I can feel the way it pulses in me and I cry out when he tilts my hips up higher until his hips are flush against my ass. My cheeks are wet again. And this time I’m crying in relief at finally having him inside me.
He shushes me. “I got you, baby,” he says with fondness in his voice. “I’ll give you what you need.” He pulls back slowly until the tip is inside and then he thrusts in harshly, his hips and balls slapping against my ass.
I gasp out and moan loudly as I slide against the floor, even with his tight hold on my hips. He grips me tighter, his fingers digging into my skin so I’ll stop sliding across the floor, and he pulls out and thrusts back in again.
It’s so good that it borders on too much and I’m moaning uncontrollably, my voice breaking at every slap against my ass. He’s hitting my prostate every few thrusts and I’m tightening around him to the point that he feels too big to be inside me.
Slap slap. Slap slap slap.
The slapping sound of our bodies meeting is loud and I’m shaking my head from side to side at the overwhelming sensations taking over me. Oh God. I can’t.
“You can,” Niko grunts from above me and I watch him through my tears as he fucks into me without pause, his arms bulging and his abs clenching. He’s so big. I see a smirk take over his face. My brain to mouth filter is obviously broken. “You begged to get fucked. You can fucking take it. You’ll take every inch of my cock.”
I cry out as he fucks me harder, his words echoing around us. My back hurts but not even that can take away from the pleasure. My legs slide down from his shoulders to his bent elbows and the sight of him between my spread legs like that has me keening. I’m begging again as I push my hips down to meet his powerful thrusts. “Niko, Niko,” I plead as I tremble in need. “Please, please, please.”
“Fuck, lotus flower. You drive me fucking crazy,” he grunts out, rewarding me with brutal thrusts against my prostate. “Love when you moan my name. Love when you beg for me.”
My cock is leaking from the constant stimulation to my prostate. I feel myself teetering on the edge as I push back and rotate my hips desperately, my hole tightening in pleasure as his piercing hits my prostate on the way in. I can’t stop moaning. He’s too big but he spreads me open so well that my eyes are rolling to the back of my head again.
“Fuck, you’re getting so tight,” he grits out through clenched teeth. He’s thrusting hard, his chest the only indication of how affected he really is as it rises up and down harshly. “Touch your nipples,” he practically growls.
I’m touching my nipples before I can even process what I’m doing. He always has my body reacting first and my mind second. I moan the second my fingers touch my sensitive nubs. I feel electric shocks through my body at the touch. My back is arching again and I’m so close.
“Twist them, baby. Let me watch you play with yourself as I fuck you,” he says darkly, his hands tightening on my hips.
I can only moan as I follow his instructions, tightening further around him as I play with my nipples. I can feel my tears spilling as I whine and whimper for release.
“Knew you were perfect for me,” he grunts, his hips pushing forward harder and quicker as if he can’t hold himself back anymore. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you as you tighten around me.” His words are so dirty and vulgar and I moan helplessly because I want that too. “Give it to me, baby.”
His words are a spark that starts a fire deep within me. I can’t think as he fucks me long and hard. My body is taking everything he gives me as I cry and moan for him. I’m still playing with my nipples when he hits my prostate again.
“Mine,” he growls, picking up his pace.
I can barely hear him over my loud moans and the slap slap slap echoing around us, but I feel it with every thrust. I’m his.
And he’s mine.
Having that thought as I’m tugging on my nipples and Niko thrusting deep inside me, finally undoes me. And I’m coming harder than ever before with a loud scream of his name that echoes in the studio. My fingers are still shakily tugging at my nipples as my cum splatters against my stomach and chest. A few drops surprising me when they land on my fingers too.
I’m still crying out as I tighten hard around Niko’s cock. He’s too big and it hurts as I pulse rhythmically on him. I can feel every inch of him as he moves inside and my tears won’t stop as I thrash around. It’s too much. I think I say the words out loud because Niko pushes deep inside me and stops thrusting. He’s moaning loudly above me, telling me I’m good, that I’m tight, the best he’s ever had, that he loves being inside me, that he wants to come in me, that I’m his. I can’t make out the rest of his words as the electricity of my orgasm takes me on a high. Niko keeps grinding his hips forward even though he’s as deep as possible. And I’m clenching hard on him as my thighs tremble.
My mind is on cloud nine as my body is still succumbing to the pleasure. I came untouched for the second time ever. In the same night. Niko keeps taking my first on many things.
I’m groaning as I’m coming back down and Niko’s voice is rumbling above me. I can start making sense of them again. So good for me is all I hear before he pulls his cock out to the tip. I whine as he thrusts inside me again, aiming for his own release now. “Niko,” I cry out, my hands grasping onto his wrists. The oversensitivity has tears spilling from my eyes.
“Lotus flower,” he mutters in the space between us like a prayer. “A little more. For me, baby. You can take it.” His pace is hard and punishing. And I cry out at every thrust.
My head is shaking from side to side again as too much, too much, too much takes over my head. I can’t take it. He’ll break me. “I can’t,” I cry.
“You can,” Niko says, no doubt in his voice as his hips slam harder against me. “This body belongs to me. You can take anything I give you.”
He pulls his wrist free from my hold and twists my nipples again and I cry out messily. He’s pushing my legs against my chest and I scream at how much bigger he feels inside me. His hands grip my thighs as he pushes them open and holds them like that while he fucks me hard again without restraint.
“So fucking tight,” he’s groaning, his fingers digging in hard. His pace is merciless as he watches me with a heated gaze, at the way he has me spread open for him. The loud squelch of the lube as he fucks into me hard has me blushing, but my cries are louder and the slap slap slap of our bodies is echoing in the studio.
“Niko!” I scream out as he hits my prostate. I'm too sensitive now and I’m thrashing in his hold again.
There’s a dark and possessive look in his eyes. “I should make you come again.”
I cry out at his words. No. I actually will not be able to take it. “Please, no.”
He hums as he fucks me, possibly considering it. But then he’s bending forward to kiss me and I open my mouth for him. His tongue is swirling against mine and it’s a nice distraction for a few seconds until his thrusts come down harder and he throbs inside me. “Fuck,” he whispers against my lips. “Just tasting you drives me insane. I’m fucking crazy about you.” He’s kissing me again and fucking me so hard that I can’t respond, I leave my mouth open so he can do what he wants. He bites my lip as he pulls away. “Need to kiss you every day. To touch you. To fuck you. To fucking own you.” He’s becoming unhinged and I tighten myself against him to hopefully push him over the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He moans as he pushes down on me harder.
He’s so hard inside me and he won’t stop thrusting, it’s like he can’t stop. “Please, please,” I beg as I pull his hair. He moans throatily. “In me,” I whine to him, remembering what he said before and knowing exactly what words will push him over the edge now. “Come inside.” I blush at my words, but it has the effect I was aiming for as Niko starts cursing and grunting so loud that it’s echoing around the studio, his hips slapping against me as I cry out for him. It only takes a few more thrusts before he finally comes.
I moan in relief as I feel his cum spurting inside me, making me shiver and goosebumps rise along my arms. The feeling is so hot and my hole tightens harder as I cry. It’s like my body can’t get enough of him, even when he pushes it to its limits. I let out another cry as Niko harshly pulls his cock out, still coming and pulsing. He always comes for a long time, the effects of edging himself to the point of pain. He’s stroking himself harshly as he curses and finishes cumming on my hole, my cock, my stomach, my chest, my nipples. He’s making a proper mess out of me as he covers me in his cum. It just keeps going and going, and I watch him finally get the release he kept pushing back. He keeps cursing loudly until he finally stops coming and he twitches in his hold before he lets his cock go with a pleased sigh.
It only dawns on me as he looks down at my body with a smug expression, a hand on my stomach to mix and spread out the combination of our release. “My own fucking masterpiece,” he mutters.
It truly dawns on me then.
He freaking tricked me.
I should have known the second he started edging me. He only does that when he wants to punish me or I don’t listen to what he says. It’s his way or no way. And he always makes sure to get what he wants.
I don’t know why he did it. Maybe because I ignored his texts. Or because I’m still adamant on keeping us a secret. Or because I refused to tell him about my painting. I don’t know but I won’t ask.
He releases my legs and massages them as I moan at the soft touch, trying not to get distracted. He’s digging deep with his fingers and I’m relaxing even more against my will. Once he’s done, I’ll yell at him, I think as I moan at the circular motions he’s making with his thumbs.
He’s done sooner than I would have liked and he puts my legs down before he leans forward and kisses me thoroughly, his wet tongue invading my mouth. And I almost lose myself again to his taste. His kisses are dangerous for me. He’s too good with his mouth.
I force myself to pull away and groan at the loss of his lips before I pinch his side tightly. He doesn’t flinch. “You tricked me,” I say, wishing that I could feel anything but the satisfied thrum in my veins from my orgasm and the massage.
Niko doesn’t even bother to look ashamed, a Cheshire Cat grin plastered on his face. “Don’t get mad,” he says pleasantly, like he didn’t just trick me into letting him fuck me in the studio. “I tried to hold back but you begged me to fuck you. Did you forget? You looked so gorgeous crying for my cock, begging me to fuck you, begging me to—“
I slap a hand across his mouth as a blush takes over my face. Everything is hot. “Shut up, shut up,” I repeat many times as I try to stomp down on the embarrassment of having done that.
Niko’s chuckle is muffled against my hand and I release him in surprise when he licks my palm. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, baby. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says with a hungry look on his face. “You know I beg to be inside you all the time, it’s only fair you beg once in a while.”
The blush on my face is spreading down to my neck. I can feel it. Niko proves it as he traces a finger on my heated neck with a chuckle. My words die on my throat as he kisses me again. And now I push into it, wanting to focus on something else than on the way I begged him to fuck me.
I shiver against him as he plays with my nipples. They’re too sensitive but he doesn’t care as he tugs them and I groan into his mouth as his tongue swirls against mine. My legs widen for him and I feel like an idiot for somehow always giving in to him.
He bites my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and I moan at the feeling. He’s looking down at me darkly before he releases my lip, leaving it red and swollen.
Niko pulls my shirt off and uses it to clean me up. He cleans his way down my chest slowly until he reaches my hole. He cleans me with such care that my heart is threatening to beat out of my chest. “You’re perfect,” he whispers before he throws my shirt to the side and I blush again as he takes me in with heated eyes.
“Stop blushing or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he grunts before he maneuvers my body against his as he rolls over. He’s flat on his back and he has me practically on top of him, my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat against my ear as he wraps his arm around my waist. I feel the tug of drowsiness hitting me as he moves his hand up and down my side softly.
I’m falling asleep on top of him, my breaths deepening when he suddenly makes a noise. I blink my eyes awake and look at him but he’s busy staring at my canvas beside us. I stare at it too. I don’t feel anything.
“Next time I fuck you in here, it’ll be next to the painting you actually want to draw.” His smile is all teeth as he says those words.
Worry rises in me, but I’m far too tired to wallow in it right now. I’ll just have to be more careful from now on. I look away from my canvas and distract Niko with a kiss on his chest, right above his heart.
His body tenses under me and I let my hand roam across his chest as I trace his tattoos lightly with a finger. He lets me for a few seconds before he grabs my hand in his and stops it. “Enough of that,” he says with a hard voice, his chest rising a little quicker. “If I take you again, I won’t stop.”
I watch as he intertwines our fingers before letting it rest against his chest, right beside me. I’m mesmerized by the sight and even as I feel my body shiver in his hold from the cold air in the studio, I know there’s nowhere else I would rather be. And with no one else.
I’m falling asleep on top of him like that, feeling safe in his embrace.
For once, I’m not caving into the feeling of nothingness. I’m feeling and it’s because of him. The one man that I crave in a way I never had before. The one man that pushes my boundaries until they bend or break. The one man that I shouldn’t want.
My beautiful nightmare.