Naughty November

Chapter 6

SIX

PARRISH

Debasing Niko offered me some of the best orgasms of my life, and I’d truly missed him since he left for New York with Christian. Losing my best friend and my favorite fuck toy in one fell swoop had made for the worst day of my life, and for the first time since their departure, I found myself smiling and sated.

I gave Niko another shove onto the ground for good measure before relaxing back into my seat. Niko’s chest heaved, the cum splattered across his stomach like confetti at the end of a race. His eyes were closed, and I kicked the toe of my shoe against his ribs when he held his breath too long for my liking.

“Go on,” he murmured, flinging an arm over his eyes. “Say it.”

“Say what, Niko?”

“You know.”

“Do you want me to tell you that you came hands-free because you’re a bitch?” I asked, reaching for the soda and taking a drink.

He swallowed, whole face flushed.

I leaned down, resting my elbows on my knees and bringing my face closer to his. “Or did you want me to tell you how much I love it? ”

I brushed his hair back, my own heart swelling as I spoke. “How, when I can’t sleep at night, I think about the way you come for me and then everything makes sense?”

Niko slid his arm away to reveal his eyes, wide open with his pupils still shot from arousal.

“Sometimes,” he said quietly, barely audible over the chatter of the club, “I come thinking about you.”

“Only sometimes?”

Niko huffed, cock still hard. “Sometimes I don’t let myself come.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because it feels too easy.”

“You like to work for it? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I like when you make me work for it.”

I hummed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him onto his knees. He settled easily again between my legs, all disheveled and spent and desperate for more.

It was a curious thing, the way Niko made me feel. For as long as I could remember, I’d always been best friends with Christian, and having a best friend who was actual royalty came with its own unique set of challenges.

There was no instance in my entire upbringing when I’d ever had a chance to come before Christian. Even when it came to my own family, the needs of the Spencers always came first. But with Niko, when he got onto his knees for me, his back, when he came for me…there was nobody in his world that mattered more than I did. The power was heady and dangerous, and I hadn’t realized how addicted I’d become to it until he left for America.

“Tell me more,” I prompted, swirling the ice around my glass and waiting for him to explain.

Instead, his throat flushed a dark pink that matched the color of his erection.

“Tell me more, Niko,” I said again, using that tone he loved so much.

He shivered, flicking a stare at me through the dark fan of his lashes. He was still covered in cum, but I wasn’t sure he remembered. Niko was always so concerned about other people’s perception of him, but with me, he cast all that to the side to live in the moment. It was more intoxicating than the most expensive whiskey.

“In detail,” I added.

For good measure.

“I use a toy,” he whispered, his cheeks turning the same color as his throat and his dick. “I fuck myself with it.”

“A toy doesn’t tell you how sloppy your hole is.”

Niko shivered. “I know.”

“A toy doesn’t remind you that you’re just a useless little cock sleeve waiting for a load, does it?”

He screwed his eyes closed, sinking back onto his heels and resting the backs of his hands against the tops of his thighs. Niko turned himself into the perfect picture of submission, and I loved it.

I loved him .

“You’ve missed me,” I marveled, the realization of my own feelings dawning in the same breath.

Niko missed me as much as I’d missed him, and as fun as our little escapades were, there was a part of us both that needed the exchange. I needed to be first for once, and Niko…he needed to put me there. That wasn’t for me to explain or understand beyond the fact that we worked together in all of the right ways, and his relocation to New York had left us both sad and horny.

“I’m sorry if that’s?—”

“Don’t you dare.” I swallowed the rest of my drink and clamped my hand over his mouth to stop him from uttering one more wrong word. His nostrils flared, breath puffing hot against the side of my finger as he exhaled. “Don’t you dare apologize for the way you are.”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, lips flush against my palm.

“This is more than we thought, isn’t it?” I asked.

A quick nod.

I shifted my hand from a gag to a hook, pressing my fingers into his cheeks and yanking him up off the floor and onto my lap. He came easily—in multiple ways—landing against my chest with a startled exhale and his arms braced on my shoulders to stop himself from falling. The position made him taller than me, and I tilted my head back to gaze up at him, the cum on his face and the stubble and the sweat .

“I’m desperate to fuck you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him down closer. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside that gaping asshole of yours, I don’t know what to do with myself. Is that what you want too? Do you want me to make you gape and leak like the fuck toy you are?”

His reply came soft and scratchy. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Is that a yes?”

His lashes fluttered and I pulled him the rest of the way down to me, slanting our mouths together just in time to swallow down his answer.

“Yes.”