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“No. That’s not—” I shook my head, my thoughts feeling all jumbled together. “You’ve just never called me that before. It’s usually good boy, isn’t it?”
“It can be, if that’s what you’d prefer?—”
“I like sweetheart, too,” I admitted, with a small smile. “If that’s what you’d prefer.”
“Good boy.” Nicholas lightly chuckled, before he let out a sigh. “All right. My turn again.”
“Are we really still playing this game?—”
“Never have I ever wanted to be fucked out of my mind on a kitchen island.”
“Hmm… let me think…” I made a show of hemming and hawing, tilting my drink back and forth in my hand. “Gee… I really don’t know about this one…”
“Are you ever going to just give me what I want?” Nicholas chuckled again. “Even this once?”
“Please. If I gave you exactly what you wanted all the time, you’d be so bored.”
“Actually, I think I’d be pretty grateful.”
“Grateful and bored.” I smirked. “Admit it. You like the challenge.”
“Only if you admit that you want me to fuck you right now.”
I playfully rolled my eyes before I took a sip of my drink. I moved to set it back down on the kitchen island but before I had a chance, Nicholas took it into his grip, setting it down on the floor below. A few seconds later and his body was pressed against mine, my back in turn pressed against the island itself, his tongue inside my mouth, his hands all in my hair…
Nicholas was suddenly everywhere.
And still, I couldn’t have gotten enough of him if I tried.
14
NICHOLAS
Even though I’d had more than a few beers, the only thing I was drunk on was Parker Evans.
It was like I couldn’t help myself around him, my instincts always to be closer to him, to have my hands touching his skin. Even now with me on top of him against the kitchen island, it still didn’t feel like we were close enough, like there was still a way to go before I could’ve ever been satisfied or satiated.
Just then, I felt Parker’s cock hardening against my own, the fabric of our clothes rubbing against one another’s. I felt a growl escape my chest as I pressed a wild kiss against his neck, soon shifting down his body. I didn’t stop until I was at the waist of his jeans, my hands scrambling for his zipper before pulling it down. It didn’t take me much longer to free his cock from his boxers, the length of it popping free once I did.
And then, my mouth was on him, my movements unfettered, my lips sliding up and down his shaft in a frenzied rhythm.
“Fuck… Nicholas…” Parker groaned and writhed under me. “Fuck…”
I didn’t respond with my words, instead increasing my pace against him, my tongue swirling all along the tip of his cock. Soon enough, he was leaking with precome, the taste of it echoing in my mouth as I continued to play with his shaft. I groaned as I felt him getting harder and harder between my lips, knowing that I was bringing him right up to the edge.
“Wait… Nicholas…,” Parker moaned my name. “If you keep going like that I’m going to…”
“I know.” I smirked up at him before I went right back to work, my head shamelessly bobbing up and down his shaft. A few moments later and he was coming for me, his cock exploding inside of my mouth, his come still one of the best things I’d ever tasted.
“Oh, my God.” Parker let out a laugh tinged with shock. “Fuck. I don’t know if I’ve ever come that fast in my life. You were really going for gold there, huh?”
“Going for gold implies we’re at the finish line, sweetheart.” I beamed up at him, before giving his cock a playful kiss. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet, Parker. I just got a little ahead of myself. That’s all.”
“Nowhere near done with me yet?” Parker raised an eyebrow, shock still on his face. “But I already?—”
“Stay right there,” I commanded before I maneuvered myself off the kitchen island.
“Where are you going?” Parker called out, his gaze following me as I walked toward the refrigerator.