Naughty November

Chapter 9

NINE

NIKO

I rolled away from Parrish just in time to narrowly avoid his searching grasp. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gave myself two seconds to comb my fingers through my hair and then I was up, padding barefoot to the bathroom with cum dripping out of my ass and down my thigh. Parrish jumped out of bed, but I was in the bathroom with the door closed before he could get to me.

I locked the door and slid down onto the floor, propping my forearms on my knees and letting my head hang down low. The sight of lube and cum spilling out of my ass onto the tiled white floor offered me no relief, and I bit my lips between my teeth to stifle another cry.

“What’s wrong, Niko? Did I say the wrong thing?” Parrish sounded near frantic on the other side of the door. “Did I go too far?”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m fine.”

“You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a liar.”

I let out a derisive snort, head banging against the door. On the other side, I heard Parrish slide down and land against the floor with a quiet thump.

“I’m fine,” I said again, hoping it sounded more convincing .

“Well.” He laughed under his breath. “I’m not.”

“Did you go too far?” I asked.

“Open the door and I’ll tell you.”

I dragged my tongue across the front of my teeth. “What was the secret?”

“Open the door and I’ll tell you everything.”

I didn’t want to open the door, but my legs and arms and hands moved of their own volition. The door opened and there he was, sitting on the floor in the hallway of my rented New York apartment, buck naked with his cock soft and wet against his thigh. I returned to my place on the floor in the bathroom, stretching my legs as far as the cramped space would allow.

“The door is open,” I told him.

“I went too far with you,” he said gently, mouth twisted into a grimace.

Licking my lips, I nodded, blinking back tears.

The situation was absurd—I wasn’t a crier. I never had been, and yet I was freshly fucked and debased, sitting on my floor with cum leaking out of my ass and tears out of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I turned my attention to the ceiling so I didn’t have to see the apology on Parrish’s face.

“I went too far,” he said again, as if the first time wasn’t enough, “and I fell in love with you.”

My eyebrows shot up and I jerked my head in his direction, pulse stuttering in my neck. “What did you say?”

He reached out tentatively, hand hovering over my thigh before he slowly lowered it and brought us back into contact. His hand was warm, grip broad around my trembling muscle.

“I’m in love with you.” Parrish shifted onto his knees, then forced himself into my small bathroom and straddled my lap, taking my face into his hands. “I fell in love with you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Does it matter?”

My eyes rolled involuntarily, and Parrish leaned in, slanting our mouths together and licking past my lips with a patience and kindness he’d never shown me before that moment. I whimpered, going pliant beneath him and reluctantly resting my hands on the swell of his hips.

“Why did you start crying?” he asked, peppering the corner of my mouth with gentle kisses, a far cry from the way he normally touched and handled me.

“Because I’m in love with you too,” I admitted, pressing my forehead against his.

Parrish’s fingers against my cheeks dug in deeper, and he jerked my head until I was forced to look him in the eye.

“Say it again.”

“I’m in love with you.” I blinked hard, tears falling. “I love you, and you’re not here. You’re going to leave, and?—”

He cut me off, crashing our mouths together and kissing me until I was hard again. Kissing me until I was hard and his hips gyrated against me, moans slipping past his lips and onto my tongue.

“If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Isn’t it?” Parrish reared back, brows scrunched in confusion.

“Your life is on Chance Island.”

“So was yours.”

I swallowed, letting my head fall back against the bathroom wall, but Parrish made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat, pulling me close to him again.

“Don’t do that,” he chided, no real heat or warning in it. “Don’t…go.”

“This is absurd.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a wry smile. “I have to admit that I find it absolutely endearing that you find everything else we’ve done together tolerable, but the idea of me loving you and wanting to stay with you is the absurdity.”

“The other things…”

“Are not absurd either,” he said before I could demean the way we liked to fuck. “You’re allowed to like what you like. And so am I. You’re also allowed to love what you love… who you love…”

Parrish trailed off again, leaning close and brushing his mouth over mine. It was less of a kiss and more of a question, which I answered by sliding my hands up the curve of his back and spearing my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pumping his hips down over mine and changing the angle of my head so he could kiss me the way he wanted.

That was the thing about Parrish. I’d realized long ago it was his way or no way, and it was only by some twist of fate that we were cut from the same cloth.

“God, I want you again,” he moaned into my mouth, reaching between us and curling his fingers around both of our cocks. “I want you more than I want to breathe.”

“I don’t think I can come again,” I warned, bucking off the floor so rough he almost fell right into the toilet.

Still close, he smiled against my lips.

“Those are dangerous words, Niko, because to me that sounds like a challenge.”

He flicked his wrist, tightening the pressure around the middle of our cocks and I cried out, another fresh wave of tears rolling down my cheeks. I loved Parrish and he loved me, and I wanted to come for him more than anything, but I didn’t know if I could.

“Make me,” I rasped, screwing my eyes closed against the pain of his touch. “Make me come.”