Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I have my cock out and in my fist a moment later, mashed up between us as the front of his body leans on mine.
“Tired of you denying me,” I whisper.
“You sure? Because it seems like you kind of love it.”
I let out a strangled, quiet moan as his hand closes around the top half of my cock.
Both of our hands are on it, now.
Mine at the base, his above it, his fist gripping my cock head.
His other arm is pinned against the wall beside my neck, and in the dim light that comes in from the hallway, all I can see is the ghost of his silhouette.
Like you’re a fucking dream.
I pull in a breath and the smell of his skin is almost as good as his touch. He leans in to kiss me again as our hands move in the same rhythm on my cock, and the combined sensation is too good.
His wet tongue in my mouth.
His tight grip around my dick.
I’m surrounded by him, and more than ever before it’s clear that Niko has steeped into my whole fucking world. Showing up in every bit of my psyche like a perfumed fog, and all I can do is surrender to it.
His thumb brushes over the tip of my cock, sliding through the precum there and making me throb.
He sucks on my lower lip and pulls it back, releasing it then moving back in to give me a little peck.
“You ready for how things are going to be, now?” he asks as we keep a steady pace on my cock. “By tomorrow, we’re official. We have to play the part. You’re mine, and everyone will know it.”
I let out a broken exhale. “Just two fuckboys, finally in a relationship.”
He hums. “When people think of you, they’ll think of me. If someone tries to come at you and touch you like that at a party, they’ll be dealing with me. I take very good care of my possessions, Ollie.”
I lean forward and kiss him deeply again so that I don’t say the words that my mind is trying to force out of me.
I know what I should tell him is I’m not your possession.
But hearing him call me that while his fist is around my cock makes me have a different reaction entirely.
Like of course I’m yours.
How could it be anything different?
How could anybody else ever get me off like you do?
He slowly pulls back from the kiss and I feel him move, dropping lower onto the floor in front of me. His hand moves off of my cock and it’s replaced with his hot, wet mouth.
I groan loudly enough that if anyone’s walking down the hallway, they had to have heard me.
“Fuck,” I utter, trying to contain myself as I drop my hand away from my cock and Niko takes control.
I can’t stop my hips from bucking forward.
Fucking his mouth, pushing into his throat.
He’s taking care of me, because he knew exactly how badly I’ve needed to come, for hours now.
And I feel myself losing control, being pushed past the brink before I ever had a hope of slowing down.
“Need to come. Niko, fuck, I’m going to come—”
I dig my fingers into his hair and lean my head back against the cool wood paneling behind me, thrusting hard into the tightness of his mouth.
He hums as he takes me and the vibration of his voice sends me over the edge.
And there’s no question that I’m coming for him.
Only him.
His hands are steady on my thighs as he swallows around me, and my mind is somewhere very far away, floating above myself like this is all a surreal fantasy.
I realize I’m stroking his hair with my hand, over and over as I catch my breath, like I need some tether back to the real world and the softness of his fucking hair is too good to resist.
He slides off my cock and kisses both sides of it gently like he’s praising me for a job well done.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” he tells me as he stands up, and I watch the halo of his hair in the dim light.
“But…”
“Roman told me he’s staying with his cousins this weekend, and I saw Daniel passed out on one of the couches in the reading room earlier already. And even if they come back in, what are they going to do? You’re my boyfriend. They’ll understand.”
He squeezes my hip one more time before leaning in and giving me a tiny kiss on the cheek.
“See you upstairs,” he says, then walks off.
And I’m left with my heart beating so hard in my chest I can’t even think.
A minute passes.
Then two.
Then ten.
But I don’t go to his room.
And then twenty minutes pass, and I still don’t go, my mind swirling with endless avenues of thought.