Page 11 of Villain
“Getting greedy already, Songbird?”
“Please.” He wasn’t sure he was speaking loud enough for the other man to hear, but it was taking all of his concentration not to reach for his dick right now.
“Please? Begging now, too?”
“You like it when I beg,” he lifted his voice for that, somehow managing.
“That sounds like an accusation,” Maestro said, but he didn’t appear to be upset by it. “I also like how quick on the uptake you are. Should you be rewarded? Want to get off?”
“Good Light,” Nix nodded, the steam from the shower and the way his balls were already drawn tight making the room spin slightly from the motion. “Yes. Please.”
“Turn around for me, Songbird. I want to see the look on your face when you come on my order.”
Nix didn’t have to be told twice, twisting back around, those fingers burying in as deep as he could make them. His free hand went to his dick, giving one solid pump that had his hips thrusting forward and his skull hitting the wall with a hard whack he barely felt through his lust.
“Roll your thumb over your crown,” Maestro instructed, humming in approval when Nix followed the command. “There you go. Do you need to be penetrated for a good orgasm?”
The question caught him off guard, and for a second, Nix faltered.
“I won’t be angry with the answer, Songbird.”
He licked his lips. “No. No, I don’t need anal play to come.”
“Is it preferred?”
“Are you asking if I’m usually a bottom?”
“I think our first time together gave that away already, don’t you?”
Nix’s cheeks stained pink, but with any luck, the other man would just think it was a flush caused by the shower. The water was still spraying over him, running down his chest, and vaguely, he wondered what he looked like. What did Maestro see?
Why did he feel like the answer to that was too much?
“Grab your balls,” Maestro said suddenly. “Do it how you usually would. I want to see.”
Nix pulled his fingers free from his hole and cupped himself, his left hand dragging down his length at the same time. He started pumping his fist as he lightly squeezed his balls, eyes closing again.
“Are you thinking of me, Songbird?”
“Yes.” He was too far gone to feel embarrassed, his hips rocking forward to meet his hand as he picked up the pace. Maestro would probably go hard. He seemed like a rough lover.
“Wish I was there with you right now?”
Nix nodded and bit his bottom lip as a fresh gush of precome leaked from his tip at the thought.
“What would you want from me?” Maestro asked, a little breathier than before, reminding Nix that he was also jerking off wherever he was. “My mouth? Hmm? What about my fingers?”
“Your cock,” Nix blurted, and it was so tempting to reach back and reinsert his fingers. He hadn’t been lying before, but now that the thought had been implanted in his mind, it was impossible not to want it. Not to feel empty and needy. “I bet you're big.”
Maestro snorted. “Gathered that from my voice, did you?”
Nix didn’t answer, too busy picturing it. If Maestro were really here, he’d probably spin him around and fuck him against the wall, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t be gentle or easy about it either. He might even make it hurt on purpose.
Later, once the high of arousal had left him, Nix would probably be mortified by these thoughts. In the past, pain had never been enjoyable to him. He’d never wanted to be taken by anyone, roughly or otherwise. Even when he had participated in sex, his lovers had been sweet with him, kind and caring. Thoughtful.
Maestro might ease him into things, but he was part of the King tier, which meant he’d done all sorts of deviant things to rise in rank.
Unlike Nix, who’d cheated by hacking the system.