Page 144 of Naughty November

There was the edge of threat in his voice, but I tried to ignore it and focused my attention on the taste of leather against my tongue, the burning press of his foot against my cock and balls.

“Take it out,” he said next, giving his foot a shake. “I want to see it.”

I glanced up at him, heat flaming in my cheeks as he moved hisfoot out of the way. I fussed with my belt and my fly, then pulled my cock out from behind the waistband of my underwear. My balls were beyond sensitive, my own hands almost too much for me to bear.

Parrish was quick with his movement, getting the toe of his shoe behind my sac. He leaned forward, leveraging himself off the seat and pressing a shocking amount of pressure into his foot, pushing all of it down onto the very sensitive spot behind my balls and in front of my hole.

I tumbled backward, catching myself before I fell with my hands behind me. My legs came out from under me, splayed out like a starfish, and I wanted more than anything to cover my face in embarrassment. I was spread out on the floor of the most exclusive club in New York City, and my cock was out of my pants, jutting toward the ceiling and spurting precum like a geyser. There were at least two people jerking off while they watched me, three if I wanted to count the way Parrish reached down and took longer than necessary to adjust himself back into his own pants.

He walked around and squatted down beside me, close enough that I could hear him over the hum of conversation that filled the room when he said, “They’re all watching you.”

I swallowed, letting myself fall onto the ground entirely.

“They all know that even if I wanted to give it to you tonight, you’re not good enough to swallow my cum, Niko.” Parrish’s mouth quirked up into a malevolent grin. “Everyone sees you here, cleaning up my shoes with your tongue like the worthless nobody you are.”

My muscles tightened, contracting and releasing, and contracting again until I was sure my bones would snap from the tension.

“The problem is I really want to come inside of you. Maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” he said softly. “But if I did, it would just leak right out of that loose asshole of yours after we were finished. It would run down your legs and stick to the hairs on the inside of your thighs. And for what, Niko?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“No,” he mimicked me, then he laughed. “You’d waste my cum—I know you would. It would ooze right out of you because you don’tknow how to have nice things, Niko. Do you? You don’t know how to take care of things of value.”

I screwed my eyes closed, grimacing when Parrish put his palm against my forehead and pushed me against the ground. He covered my body with his, knee pressing into the spot he’d been toying with earlier.

“I have value, Niko,” he whispered into my ear, breath hot and moist. “And you’re nothing.”

My orgasm came with a whimper, a hot burst of semen against my shirt. My back arched off the floor, body giving into Parrish’s cruelty like he’d planned all along.

LikeI’dwanted all along.

SIX

PARRISH

Debasing Niko offered me some of the best orgasms of my life, and I’d truly missed him since he left for New York with Christian. Losing my best friend and my favorite fuck toy in one fell swoop had made for the worst day of my life, and for the first time since their departure, I found myself smiling and sated.

I gave Niko another shove onto the ground for good measure before relaxing back into my seat. Niko’s chest heaved, the cum splattered across his stomach like confetti at the end of a race. His eyes were closed, and I kicked the toe of my shoe against his ribs when he held his breath too long for my liking.

“Go on,” he murmured, flinging an arm over his eyes. “Say it.”

“Say what, Niko?”

“You know.”

“Do you want me to tell you that you came hands-free because you’re a bitch?” I asked, reaching for the soda and taking a drink.

He swallowed, whole face flushed.

I leaned down, resting my elbows on my knees and bringing my face closer to his. “Or did you want me to tell you how much I love it?”

I brushed his hair back, my own heart swelling as I spoke. “How, when I can’t sleep at night, I think about the way you come for me and then everything makes sense?”

Niko slid his arm away to reveal his eyes, wide open with his pupils still shot from arousal.

“Sometimes,” he said quietly, barely audible over the chatter of the club, “I come thinking about you.”

“Only sometimes?”