He uses his fist in my hair to shove me harder against him so he can fuck my mouth.
I reach beneath his shirt, spreading my palm on his hard abs, and latch onto his nipple, pulling and squeezing.
He hisses and groans. “I… I’m…coming, Niko…fuck… I’m coming…”
His thrusts turn animalistic as he drives into my mouth with urgency. I scrape my blunt nails against his nipple and squeeze my throat around his tip.
That sends him over the edge.
Bran releases a long grunt that reverberates over my skin as his cum explodes on my tongue and down my throat. The salty taste of him lingers in my mouth and forms a mess on my lips.
I continue sucking him and swallowing every drop, even as his dick depletes and he thrusts his hips a few more times, riding his orgasm.
After a while, he blinks twice, eyes wide open as he reluctantly removes his hands. “I…fuck. I’m sorry I made a mess.”
Such a gentleman, my Prince Charming. Only he would apologize for that hot-as-fuck show.
I release his cock with a pop and can’t resist teasing the hidden opening with my tongue before I stand up and grab his jaw. “I’m not sorry. I will definitely make a mess out of you as well.”
My lips press against his and he doesn’t hesitate. Not even for a fraction of a second as he lets me kiss him. He doesn’t hesitate as he strokes my tongue with his, tasting himself off my mouth.
His arms wrap around my back, a palm riding up to my head as he strokes my hair, slowly, sensually, as if he’s making up for how he pulled at it just moments ago.
Bran doesn’t look like it, but he’s a passionate kisser. He goes deep and furious. Sometimes deep and slow, like now, nibbling and stroking, touching and exploring, as if he wants to take his time getting to know every nook of my body and mouth.
When I pull away, he releases a protesting sound that I’m not sure he’s even aware of.
I suppress a smile as I grab him by the hand and drag him toward the bed. “Your turn to choke on my cock, baby.”
14
BRANDON
A fog of pleasure swirls around my head, hungry and dangerous, as yellow spots line my vision.
Nikolai slides his boxer briefs down and kicks them away until he’s only wearing his bullet necklace.
I try to look away, but I realize with daunting clarity that it’s virtually impossible to ignore the man in front of me.
During the past week, I had to stop myself from studying his extravagant tattoos, because that would mean I was staring.
And I couldn’t possibly be caught doing that.
Right now, however, I don’t seem to care. Could be because I just let him give me the best blowjob of my life.
And I don’t even like blowjobs.
I could deny it all I want, but the truth is, Nikolai Sokolov is…good-looking.
Sorry. Fucking hot is the expression I’m searching for.
He’s all muscles, proportionally placed over his tall frame and broad build. His tattoos are a mixture of artistic bleeding roses, skulls, and intricate designs. My favorite is the tattoo of a serpent wrapped around a skull that covers his shoulder and bicep.
My gaze flits to the sophisticated infinity tattoo that twirls down his hip and over the side of his thigh. That’s also a favorite.
I attempt to get my fill of the rest of his tattoos, but it’s impossible when his cock stands fully erect, nearly touching his abs.
I’ve often seen my teammates naked, but I’ve never felt this on edge around them. Or anyone, really.
Then again, Nikolai is nowhere near average. His whole presence is effortlessly intimidating, but I’m far from being intimidated.
It’s much, much worse.
I’m burning to touch those muscles.
My nostrils flare at the thought of leaving my smell on him. Not anyone else’s.
Mine.
He’s naked, but I’m the one who’s being stripped by his intense gaze that he slides over my open trousers and my soft dick that’s twitching beneath his attention.
He darts his tongue out and swipes it across his bottom lip, and my gaze flashes there, and once again, I’m hit by the reminder of my cock in his mouth.
I can’t help replaying the image of the way he touched me, but more the way he looked at me. The way he topped from the bottom and handled me roughly but also sensually.
That was definitely the strongest release I’ve ever had. Only rivaled by that time in the alley.
Sex is supposed to be meaningless, mild at best and torturous at worst. But with Nikolai, it’s hands down the most intense, mind-numbing experience. With Nikolai, my releases breach the physical and extend to an unknown, frightening universe.