Page 143 of Naughty November

Niko returned, red-faced, cock even harder than before, with a soda in one hand and a water in the other. I pointed to the ground and he went right to his knees. We might have been out of practice, but the muscle memory was real. He hadn’t yet forgotten where he belonged. Where I wanted him the most. And I thought again, what do I expect of him? Of this?

“Take it out, Niko,” I said, dropping my foot to the floor so he could move between my spread legs.

He set the drinks on the table and moved to my belt, undoing the leather quicker than he ever had before. Then both his hands were inmy pants, desperate and eager while he fished my dick out from behind the waistband of my black briefs.

“Good boy,” I praised him, his fingers gripping me tighter before loosening again. “Now suck. Do you remember how I like it?”

“Yes,” he whispered, bowing his head and dragging the edge of his tongue through the already soaking wet slit of my dick.

“Then make yourself useful.”

He sealed his lips around the flared head of my cock, welling up enough spit in his mouth until it felt like my cock was drowning in it. I threaded my fingers through his hair and urged him down further. Saliva trickled out from behind his lips, racing down my shaft and pooling in my balls, and Niko tried to move faster, using his tongue to lick me as he went.

I liked sloppy blow jobs.

Wet blow jobs.

Loudblow jobs.

Niko was hitting two of the three, and a quick twist at the root of his hair reminded him of the third. He made a show of moaning loudly when I pulled his mouth off my cock, and the couple at the table against the wall looked up from their drinks with curiosity in their eyes. Before Niko could get distracted, I pushed him back down around my cock.

“Make sure everyone here knows what a slut you are, Niko. Make sure they know how much you get off on sucking cock,” I said.

And he did.

With years of having Christian as a friend, I’d done my fair share of watching, but I was oddly new to exhibitionism. The couple who’d looked up at Niko’s slutty little moan both had their cocks in hand. I could make out the movement from the corner of my eye, but it was impossible to care what they were doing when Niko was swallowing down my shaft like both our lives depended on it.

“You’re the best cocksucker, Niko. Fuck.” I lifted off the chair, pushing my shaft into his mouth until his throat was filled with the tip of my cock. He gagged and sputtered, spit flying down his chin and over my thighs. I held myself as deep inside his mouth as I couldmanage without him blacking out, and right as I was ready to come, I pulled out.

I jerked my shaft once to send me the rest of the way over the edge, even though his mouth had done a more than suitable job in getting me there, and with a muffled grunt, I sprayed my load across his face. Cum splattered his cheek, his mouth, his eyelid and eyelashes. There was so much cum on his face he looked like he’d gone bobbing for apples in a bucket of it by the time I finished with him. My cock still pulsed in time with my heartbeat, and I used my leaking dick to smear my release into his pores, hand still held tight in his hair until my muscles relaxed enough for me to let go.

FIVE

NIKO

I’d been to The Black Door at least half a dozen times, but I’d always lurked in corners. Not because I was ashamed of being there, but because I was trying to avoid being seen. I was there to keep an eye on Christian, nothing more and nothing less. Being there with Parrish, on my knees with his cock in my mouth and his cum on my cheeks, was another experience entirely.

“You’re good, Niko,” Parrish praised, stroking my hair back from my face, “but not good enough to deserve my load in your mouth.”

“How can I be?” I whispered.

This was the crux of all the games Parrish and I played with each other. I was the best hole, the best cocksucker, but it still wasn’t good enough. Our relationship had started with his rude taunts and my bitter jabs, but even after we’d fallen into bed together, the cruelty had remained. I wasn’t mad about it. The things Parrish said made me unbelievably hard. It made me sometimes wonder if there was something wrong with me, but after spending as many nights at the club as I had since moving to America, I knew it wasn’t the case.

There was a couple in the corner who’d stroked each other off whileI sucked Parrish’s cock. There was nothing wrong with them. There were people down the hallway in the private rooms doing far more depraved things, and there was nothing wrong with them either. There was nothing wrong with Parrish and nothing wrong with me, and it didn’t matter that I got turned on when he was mean to me. The only thing that mattered was the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me, like even though his mouth said one thing, his body said another.

“You can start by thanking me.” Parrish crossed one slim leg over the other, kicking my arm as he went. He gave his foot a little shake, and I knew what he wanted.

I shifted back, pressing my mouth against the tip of his shoe.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” I said, looking up in time to see him pick up the water from the table and take a long swallow. His throat worked, and I wanted to kiss him there next. Lick him and bite him and suck him.

He hummed in response, and I kissed the side of his shoe, then worked my way toward the laces. Cum smeared off my cheeks and all over the expensive black leather, and he jerked his foot away from my lips and pressed the pointed toe beneath my chin.

“These shoes cost more than you make in a month, Niko. Don’t get them dirty.”

I nodded quickly, using my tongue to clean up the cum I’d tracked over the leather. From his perch on the chair, Parrish stared down the length of his nose at me, moving his other foot between my legs. My cock was so hard already it hurt, and the pressure of his foot against my shaft did nothing to ease the ache.

“You’re doing great with the degrading, sweetheart, but I know you and you’re nowhere near coming without your hands,” he said, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and setting it down.