Naughty November

Chapter 2

TWO

PARRISH

Turns out, the club had Niko’s name on the list already and it was easy enough to get myself in on a guest pass. They did have impressive security, and I appreciated the attention to detail that would mean even if anyone behind the door saw Niko choking on my cock, they weren’t going to say anything about it.

It had been so long since I’d been with a man. It felt like a lifetime since Christian left home and took my favorite little fuck toy with him. Sure, I liked to let Niko think I didn’t care about his company, wanted him to believe I’d come across an ocean for Christian when, in reality, I would never. I loved Christian like a brother, but video chats were fine.

Niko was the one I was after. Niko, and his swollen lips and round ass and his strong hands. Niko, and the way he sucked my cock like we had all the time in the world, no secrets between us, just skin and sweat.

“I have to be honest.” I flung my arm over his shoulders after we were inside. “I’m already hard. Can I fuck you before we get a drink?”

“You’re the same as you’ve always been,” he said, reaching down to adjust his cock .

“You begged me not to change. Or did you forget?”

The last time Niko and I had gotten naked together, I’d said insufferably cruel and spoiled things to him. Each jab and taunt made his cock leak more and more until cum had spurted across both our stomachs.

He was so easy, so delicious.

After his senses returned, he buried his face in my neck. He didn’t want to leave, not with things just finally getting started between us, but life had dealt us a blow that not even my father’s rank or bank account could get us out of.

“What’s your favorite thing about this club?” I asked, heading toward the bar because even though I was more than ready, Niko often needed a round to loosen up a little. It was too easy for him to get lost in his head once I started talking to him if he hadn’t prepped himself with a little liquid courage.

“The drinks are strong,” he said.

“Perfect.”

I led him to the bar and snatched a framed menu toward us. Niko pressed in close, staring down at the piece of acrylic in my hand, a preemptively stressed-out grunt leaving his throat.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Looks like a sex menu,” I said, flipping it over to look on the back and finding a list of utterly indecent sex acts that had my own cock twitching to life in my pants.

“It’s Naughty November,” he read aloud. “Find a friend and try something new.”

“Thirty things in thirty days,” I said, tracing my finger down the rows of kinks the club had so thoughtfully provided. “Too bad we only have tonight.”

“What?” Niko moved so quickly he almost knocked me over. I tightened my grip on the sign and grabbed his face with my other hand.

“What what ?” I asked, pinching my finger and thumb into his chin.

“You’re leaving tomorrow?”

Arousal flared hot and low at the base of my spine .

I’d really been apart from him too long. I’d nearly forgotten how responsive he was, how much he wanted .

“It’s a guest pass,” I reminded him. “One night here .”

His shoulders sagged, embarrassment coloring his face. I released his chin and tapped my palm a little harder than he deserved against his warm cheek.

“Pick one,” he rasped, tearing himself away from me and shoving the plastic menu into my chest. He flagged down a bartender and got himself a whiskey, his posture so tense I could have tied someone to him and he could have kept them standing tall through a good lashing.

God, I loved Niko.

Loved the way he hated himself for the things he liked.

It made those things so much more fun for me.

“This one,” I said after he swallowed down a shot of whiskey. He glanced over and followed my finger to where it pointed in the middle of the third row.

“Of course.” He ordered a second whiskey, this time with water. He knew me and my rules well.

I propped my chin on his shoulder, lips grazing over his earlobe. “I do love to degrade you, sweetheart.”

He shivered against me, leaning back so slightly that if I hadn’t felt the change in his body heat, I wouldn’t have noticed.

“I want another one of these too,” I said, dragging my finger toward the line that called for a hands-free orgasm. “I know you can do it. In fact, I jerk off at least once a week thinking about the last time it happened.”

“I wish you’d never come to New York,” he lied.

“Not yet, you don’t,” I promised, sinking my teeth into the thin skin at the base of his neck. “But you will soon.”