Page 140 of Naughty November

“Has Christian ever taken you to a dirty little club out here called The Black Door?”

Relatively confident the flush would never leave my face, I was grateful Parrish was beside me and not facing me head on. I’d been to The Black Door on more than one occasion, and I’d seen the things Christian and Kale did there just as many times. Kale had talked to me months ago about the kinds of things the two of them did together, the kinds of things I’d see…I appreciated he wanted my consent, that he wanted to understand how far was too far to go when I was around.

And truth be told, I didn’t mind watching.

Even if sometimes watching them made me hard and I didn’t haveanyone to touch me. The pain of the unfondled cock sometimes felt like pleasure, and…

“It’s been so long, Niko,” Parrish crooned in my ear. “I haven’t fucked anyone since you, and you know that pretty shade of pink you used to turn when I called you a whore? No one else looks as perfect as you do when they cry, sweetheart.”

I balled my hand into a fist at my side, cursing Parrish, Christian, Kale, and the whole world under my breath.

“Come to The Black Door with me, Niko. Get on your knees for me again.”

I’d never been able to tell Parrish no. I’d neverwantedto tell him no, and I knew myself well enough to know I wasn’t going to start now.

“Fine,” I agreed. “We’ll go to The Black Door.”

TWO

PARRISH

Turns out, the club had Niko’s name on the list already and it was easy enough to get myself in on a guest pass. They did have impressive security, and I appreciated the attention to detail that would mean even if anyone behind the door saw Niko choking on my cock, they weren’t going to say anything about it.

It had been so long since I’d been with a man. It felt like a lifetime since Christian left home and took my favorite little fuck toy with him. Sure, I liked to let Niko think I didn’t care about his company, wanted him to believe I’d come across an ocean for Christian when, in reality, I would never. I loved Christian like a brother, but video chats were fine.

Niko was the one I was after. Niko, and his swollen lips and round ass and his strong hands. Niko, and the way he sucked my cock like we had all the time in the world, no secrets between us, just skin and sweat.

“I have to be honest.” I flung my arm over his shoulders after we were inside. “I’m already hard. Can I fuck you before we get a drink?”

“You’re the same as you’ve always been,” he said, reaching down to adjust his cock.

“You begged me not to change. Or did you forget?”

The last time Niko and I had gotten naked together, I’d said insufferably cruel and spoiled things to him. Each jab and taunt made his cock leak more and more until cum had spurted across both our stomachs.

He was so easy, so delicious.

After his senses returned, he buried his face in my neck. He didn’t want to leave, not with things just finally getting started between us, but life had dealt us a blow that not even my father’s rank or bank account could get us out of.

“What’s your favorite thing about this club?” I asked, heading toward the bar because even though I was more than ready, Niko often needed a round to loosen up a little. It was too easy for him to get lost in his head once I started talking to him if he hadn’t prepped himself with a little liquid courage.

“The drinks are strong,” he said.

“Perfect.”

I led him to the bar and snatched a framed menu toward us. Niko pressed in close, staring down at the piece of acrylic in my hand, a preemptively stressed-out grunt leaving his throat.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Looks like a sex menu,” I said, flipping it over to look on the back and finding a list of utterly indecent sex acts that had my own cock twitching to life in my pants.

“It’s Naughty November,” he read aloud. “Find a friend and try something new.”

“Thirty things in thirty days,” I said, tracing my finger down the rows of kinks the club had so thoughtfully provided. “Too bad we only have tonight.”

“What?” Niko moved so quickly he almost knocked me over. I tightened my grip on the sign and grabbed his face with my other hand.

“Whatwhat?” I asked, pinching my finger and thumb into his chin.