Naughty November

Chapter 4

FOUR

PARRISH

I didn’t have an answer.

The things I expected from Niko at home were not things he could give me with an ocean between us. Even before…we hadn’t talked about any of the things we did. We just acted, like I’d just acted by chartering a flight halfway around the globe when I knew Christian was going to be incapacitated because I wanted Niko off duty so I could get him back into my bed.

“We can talk about that later,” I told him, cupping my hand around his burning hot and hard cock. “For now, there are two items on that to-do list we need to take care of.”

“Then you should probably take your hand off me,” he rasped.

I tightened my hold on him. “Who are you to tell me what to touch, Niko? You’re nobody, right?”

“Nobody,” he repeated, hips bucking off my lap.

“Nobody who matters, at least. Isn’t that right?” I pulled my hand off his lap and reached for the watered-down whiskey he’d ordered at the bar. Raising the glass to his mouth, I let him take another drink, then I had a swallow for myself .

He licked his lips. “Right.”

I finished the rest of the whiskey so he didn’t have a chance to get at it. I wanted him buzzed, not out-of-his-mind drunk.

“Go get us some water,” I told him, setting the glass back down onto the table and giving him a shove off my lap.

Niko stumbled forward, standing up and moving to adjust his erection, but I stopped him with a quiet tsking noise against the roof of my mouth.

“No,” I said simply before flicking my fingers toward the bar. “Let them see how being my errand boy gives you an erection. In fact, make sure they all know.”

“How would I do that, Parrish?” he asked, mouth pulled into a frown.

“I don’t know.” I grinned at him and folded one leg over the other, ankle resting on the opposite knee. “Why don’t you tell them?”

I could see the fight in his eyes. He wanted to argue with me, but he also wanted me to get him off, and he couldn’t have both. I didn’t ask for much from him besides everything, and a protest was as good as a safeword for me. I watched him as he worked his jaw, then he stalked away from me toward the bar. He leaned over to order a drink, and I watched with rapt attention as he leaned closer and kept talking. Niko gestured between his legs and the bartender shook his head, giving Niko the slightest eye roll in return. I didn’t imagine he was unused to that sort of thing happening. The Black Door had a clearly stated open door policy, and the staff were no exception to the blanket consent rule.

Niko returned, red-faced, cock even harder than before, with a soda in one hand and a water in the other. I pointed to the ground and he went right to his knees. We might have been out of practice, but the muscle memory was real. He hadn’t yet forgotten where he belonged. Where I wanted him the most. And I thought again, what do I expect of him? Of this?

“Take it out, Niko,” I said, dropping my foot to the floor so he could move between my spread legs.

He set the drinks on the table and moved to my belt, undoing the leather quicker than he ever had before. Then both his hands were in my pants, desperate and eager while he fished my dick out from behind the waistband of my black briefs.

“Good boy,” I praised him, his fingers gripping me tighter before loosening again. “Now suck. Do you remember how I like it?”

“Yes,” he whispered, bowing his head and dragging the edge of his tongue through the already soaking wet slit of my dick.

“Then make yourself useful.”

He sealed his lips around the flared head of my cock, welling up enough spit in his mouth until it felt like my cock was drowning in it. I threaded my fingers through his hair and urged him down further. Saliva trickled out from behind his lips, racing down my shaft and pooling in my balls, and Niko tried to move faster, using his tongue to lick me as he went.

I liked sloppy blow jobs.

Wet blow jobs.

Loud blow jobs.

Niko was hitting two of the three, and a quick twist at the root of his hair reminded him of the third. He made a show of moaning loudly when I pulled his mouth off my cock, and the couple at the table against the wall looked up from their drinks with curiosity in their eyes. Before Niko could get distracted, I pushed him back down around my cock.

“Make sure everyone here knows what a slut you are, Niko. Make sure they know how much you get off on sucking cock,” I said.

And he did.

With years of having Christian as a friend, I’d done my fair share of watching, but I was oddly new to exhibitionism. The couple who’d looked up at Niko’s slutty little moan both had their cocks in hand. I could make out the movement from the corner of my eye, but it was impossible to care what they were doing when Niko was swallowing down my shaft like both our lives depended on it.

“You’re the best cocksucker, Niko. Fuck.” I lifted off the chair, pushing my shaft into his mouth until his throat was filled with the tip of my cock. He gagged and sputtered, spit flying down his chin and over my thighs. I held myself as deep inside his mouth as I could manage without him blacking out, and right as I was ready to come, I pulled out.

I jerked my shaft once to send me the rest of the way over the edge, even though his mouth had done a more than suitable job in getting me there, and with a muffled grunt, I sprayed my load across his face. Cum splattered his cheek, his mouth, his eyelid and eyelashes. There was so much cum on his face he looked like he’d gone bobbing for apples in a bucket of it by the time I finished with him. My cock still pulsed in time with my heartbeat, and I used my leaking dick to smear my release into his pores, hand still held tight in his hair until my muscles relaxed enough for me to let go.