Naughty November

Chapter 8

EIGHT

PARRISH

“If you want my cum inside of you, Niko, you’re going to make it fit. So quit whining and relax,” I said, pouring lube down Niko’s balls. He was wet and the bedding was ruined. The mattress was probably soaked, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting inside of Niko and never leaving.

I pushed two fingers into him wrapping the girth of the dildo, sliding them around until there was room for me to get a third in there. Beneath me, Niko sweated and panted, mumbling lots of four-letter words that had no real place between us, and yet…

And yet.

“Want you,” he whispered, arching toward me. “Need you. Oh, God… please.”

“I thought it wouldn’t fit,” I teased, pushing my pinky finger in next. Inside of him, I curled my fingers around the dildo, fucking him from the inside as best I could without getting my whole hand in there.

That was a lofty goal for another day.

“I’m so fucking loose, Parrish,” he said next, eyes screwed shut like he was in pain. “Need you to fill me up, please. ”

“Loose indeed,” I agreed, even though his muscles were actively trying to amputate my fingers for how tight he was. The degradation was all part of our game and if the throbbing heat of my cock was any indication, I liked it as much as he did. If not more.

Shifting my hips, I notched the head of my cock beneath the toy and with a slow thrust forward, replaced my fingers with my dick. “Gotta plug you up with all the cocks to keep my cum inside of you. Isn’t that right, Niko?”

His mouth parted, no sound coming out until he loosed a gasping and shuddering breath.

“It hurts,” he choked out, fingers scrabbling for purchase around my arms, my ribs, my stomach, anywhere he could reach. “It hurts. Oh fuck, it’s too much.”

“Shut up,” I warned, but it was near impossible to speak when the only thing my body wanted to do was explode and drown Niko in cum. “Shut up, shut up. Stop fucking talking.”

Falling forward, I pressed our foreheads together, taking a pause to catch my breath so I didn’t finish myself off before even having a chance to get started. Though, admittedly, things with Niko had started a long time ago. And even though there was an ocean between us now, I didn’t see an end to it. Niko and the fucked-up way we played was the best part of my life, and there was no going back from that. If it meant I had to leave home, follow him to New York, then that was what I would do.

“Parrish.”

My name sounded like a plea. I smoothed Niko’s hair away from his face, a rough grip on his forehead holding him down to the bed because if he so much as breathed the wrong way, I was going to come.

“I know,” I told him, withdrawing no more than an inch before easing back in.

Gooseflesh peppered his arms, and he slid them around me. Digging his nails into my back, Niko spread his legs wider and then wrapped them around my waist. The shift added more pressure, clamping his hole around the dildo and my cock at the same time.

“I’m going to come,” I warned him, forcing myself still again .

“I want you to,” he said, words breathy against my mouth. “I need it. Oh…”

I started to move and Niko trailed off, returning to the place of mindless muttering and the kind of nonsense I’d only ever dreamed about hearing from his gorgeous mouth.

“I know you have another orgasm in you,” I said, pulling back enough to slide my palm beneath his erection. I didn’t grip him or move him. Only held the weight of him in my hand, feeling the slick strings of precum leak against my fingers with every pump of my hips.

I finally managed to set a slow and steady pace, enough to drive Niko mad and bring me close enough to the edge I could hold off until I was ready. Though, I wasn’t sure I ever would be ready. Being so deep inside of him, covered in him, surrounded by him…the thought of pulling out, of getting dressed, of getting on a plane and going home?

Leaving Niko was no longer an option.

“What if I stayed?” I asked, teeth nipping against his ear lobe. “What if you spent your days with Christian and your nights with me?”

“What are you saying?”

I licked my lips.

I licked his jaw.

“What if I pumped you full of cum every morning and plugged your slutty, gaping hole before sending you to work?” I gritted my teeth together, balls churning. The orgasm was too close to avoid, so I stopped trying. “Just imagine trying to do your job with my cum sloshing down your thigh with every step.”

“Parrish.”

My name again.

A whisper.

A prayer.

“I have a secret,” I whispered, thrusting into him one last time before my body went rigid, shockwaves from my orgasm tearing through me like a storm. It was as if all the blood in my body rushed between my legs, centralizing in my cock to pump my cum deeper into Niko’s body than I’d ever shot before. My vision went black around the edges and I threw my head back, crying out his name as I came .

Niko reached between us and pulled the dildo out of him. A cool rush of air washed across my shaft while his hole gaped and puckered before clamping down hard and milking another wave of cum out of my balls. His heels dug into my thigh so hard it gave me a cramp, and I collapsed on top of him, stomach smearing against the mess he’d already made of himself. Judging by the sounds coming from Niko’s mouth, he’d managed another orgasm after all, which was honestly beyond impressive.

I wasn’t sure he had it in him.

“What’s the secret?” he asked after I pulled my still-hard cock out of him.

I flopped onto my back and let out a long and tremulous breath, turning my head to the side so I could face him.

Niko looked as well-fucked as I felt, permanently flushed and cum from earlier in the night caked in the stubble across his cheeks. Brushing the hair back from his face again, I gave him the softest smile I had in me, and then he started to cry.