Naughty November

Chapter 7

SEVEN

NIKO

What.

The.

Fuck.

Things with Parrish were suddenly more real than they had been before, and I’d barely gotten him back to my apartment before he was on me again. His hands tearing off my clothes, his tongue plundering my mouth. Sex with Parrish was always good, but this was something different.

Something more.

“I want to see you come again,” he said, breaking away from the kiss long enough to get both of our shirts off. “Where is your bedroom?”

I laughed, fingers scrabbling at his fly.

“The only room that isn’t the bathroom,” I told him.

“You’d think Christian and his millionaire boyfriend could have gotten you a bigger place.”

“I don’t need much room,” I said.

Parrish hummed, walking us both down the short hall to my bedroom. He flicked on the lights and shoved me down onto the bed. My pants were half off, one leg free, the other still tangled around my ankle.

“Where is that toy you use? Get it out.”

I rolled onto my stomach and went for the small drawer in my nightstand, pulling out the eight-inch dildo and a half-used bottle of lube. Parrish arched a brow at the size of the toy, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Show me how you do it,” he said, leaning against the wall and taking his cock in hand.

“I don’t want to fuck it,” I whined. “I want to fuck you.”

“You haven’t earned the right.”

A shiver tore through me, his cruelty as much of an aphrodisiac as his affection.

With minimal reluctance, I arranged myself onto my back, planting my feet on the mattress and spreading my legs wide to give him a view.

“Closer to the edge,” he rasped.

I obeyed.

“Start with your fingers,” he said next. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Heat exploded out from the base of my spine, and I poured lube into my hand, slicking the entire thing up before reaching between my legs and pushing two slippery fingers inside of me. Lifting off the bed, my back bowed and my cock again sprang to life. It was embarrassing how hard Parrish made me, but the loud groan of approval from across the room was enough to help me forget.

“Just like that,” he whispered, voice almost a growl. “It doesn’t take much to open you up, does it?”

I added a third finger, whimpering at the stretch.

“No wonder you don’t always come,” Parrish said from his perch against the wall. “You’re nowhere near as good at fucking yourself as I am.”

“Arrogant prick,” I muttered.

“Foul-mouthed fleshlight,” he shot back. “Fuck yourself like you mean it, Niko, or stop wasting my time. ”

Without asking, I pulled my fingers out and switched to the dildo. If he wanted me to fuck myself, I was going to do it. With a lot more anger than I really had, I slammed the suction base of the toy against my headboard and threw the pillow and sheets out of the way.

“Right where you sleep,” he said under his breath while I shifted my positioning and lined my stretched hole up with the long and thick toy.

I took the whole length in one thrust, leveraging one foot against the nightstand in the awkward arrangement I’d spent months perfecting.

“I have to admit I’m glad you told me about this toy,” Parrish drawled.

I turned my head to the side and watched him stalk toward the bed. He climbed on beside my head, straddling my face and digging his knees into my biceps. Parrish dragged his asshole across my mouth, then his balls, before lifting and pushing his cock against my tongue.

“The only way your asshole will be tight enough to get me off is if you’re double stuffed,” he said on a groan, sinking his cock into the back of my throat. Falling forward onto his hands and knees, he fucked my mouth with short snaps of his hips and I fucked the dildo on my headboard the same way.

His face was inches away from my cock. I could feel the hot puffs of his exhales dance across the swollen and stretched skin of my shaft, but Parrish never made a move to lean down and take me into his mouth. Something about the proximity and the denial wrapped around me like a drug, drawing my balls tight against my body. The promise of another orgasm was just within reach, even as it became increasingly hard to breathe with Parrish’s dick in my mouth.

The thought alone had my erection twitching against my stomach, and instead of licking or sucking at me, Parrish spat on me. A thick glob of spit landed against the tip of my dick and he called me a good-for-nothing fuck toy, and that was all it took. One more slide of his cock into the back of my throat, my asshole swelling around the thickest part of the toy, and I was neck-deep in the throes of another hands-free orgasm .

Parrish laughed as I came, climbing off of me so fast the sudden rush of air into my lungs almost made me black out. I cried and thrashed against my headboard, spurts of cum jetting wildly across my stomach as I rode through the roughness of the very unexpected release.

“Fuck, I want you,” he said, leaning over and popping the dildo off the headboard. With the toy still inside of me, Parrish spun me back around and teased the tip of his cock around my rim.

“It won’t fit,” I gasped, trying to swat the dildo out of me to make room for the one thing I wanted.

Him.