Page 147 of Naughty November
“Arrogant prick,” I muttered.
“Foul-mouthed fleshlight,” he shot back. “Fuck yourself like you mean it, Niko, or stop wasting my time.”
Without asking, I pulled my fingers out and switched to the dildo. If he wanted me to fuck myself, I was going to do it. With a lot more anger than I really had, I slammed the suction base of the toy against my headboard and threw the pillow and sheets out of the way.
“Right where you sleep,” he said under his breath while I shifted my positioning and lined my stretched hole up with the long and thick toy.
I took the whole length in one thrust, leveraging one foot against the nightstand in the awkward arrangement I’d spent months perfecting.
“I have to admit I’m glad you told me about this toy,” Parrish drawled.
I turned my head to the side and watched him stalk toward the bed. He climbed on beside my head, straddling my face and digging his knees into my biceps. Parrish dragged his asshole across my mouth, then his balls, before lifting and pushing his cock against my tongue.
“The only way your asshole will be tight enough to get me off is if you’re double stuffed,” he said on a groan, sinking his cock into the back of my throat. Falling forward onto his hands and knees, he fucked my mouth with short snaps of his hips and I fucked the dildo on my headboard the same way.
His face was inches away from my cock. I could feel the hot puffs of his exhales dance across the swollen and stretched skin of my shaft, but Parrish never made a move to lean down and take me into his mouth. Something about the proximity and the denial wrapped around me like a drug, drawing my balls tight against my body. The promise of another orgasm was just within reach, even as it became increasingly hard to breathe with Parrish’s dick in my mouth.
The thought alone had my erection twitching against my stomach, and instead of licking or sucking at me, Parrish spat on me. A thick glob of spit landed against the tip of my dick and he called me a good-for-nothing fuck toy, and that was all it took. One more slide of his cock into the back of my throat, my asshole swelling around the thickest part of the toy, and I was neck-deep in the throes of another hands-free orgasm.
Parrish laughed as I came, climbing off of me so fast the sudden rush of air into my lungs almost made me black out. I cried and thrashed against my headboard, spurts of cum jetting wildly across my stomach as I rode through the roughness of the very unexpected release.
“Fuck, I want you,” he said, leaning over and popping the dildo off the headboard. With the toy still inside of me, Parrish spun me back around and teased the tip of his cock around my rim.
“It won’t fit,” I gasped, trying to swat the dildo out of me to make room for the one thing I wanted.
Him.
EIGHT
PARRISH
“If you want my cum inside of you, Niko, you’re going to make it fit. So quit whining and relax,” I said, pouring lube down Niko’s balls. He was wet and the bedding was ruined. The mattress was probably soaked, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting inside of Niko and never leaving.
I pushed two fingers into him wrapping the girth of the dildo, sliding them around until there was room for me to get a third in there. Beneath me, Niko sweated and panted, mumbling lots of four-letter words that had no real place between us, and yet…
And yet.
“Want you,” he whispered, arching toward me. “Need you. Oh, God… please.”
“I thought it wouldn’t fit,” I teased, pushing my pinky finger in next. Inside of him, I curled my fingers around the dildo, fucking him from the inside as best I could without getting my whole hand in there.
That was a lofty goal for another day.
“I’m so fucking loose, Parrish,” he said next, eyes screwed shut like he was in pain. “Need you to fill me up, please.”
“Loose indeed,” I agreed, even though his muscles were actively trying to amputate my fingers for how tight he was. The degradation was all part of our game and if the throbbing heat of my cock was any indication, I liked it as much as he did. If not more.
Shifting my hips, I notched the head of my cock beneath the toy and with a slow thrust forward, replaced my fingers with my dick. “Gotta plug you up with all the cocks to keep my cum inside of you. Isn’t that right, Niko?”
His mouth parted, no sound coming out until he loosed a gasping and shuddering breath.
“It hurts,” he choked out, fingers scrabbling for purchase around my arms, my ribs, my stomach, anywhere he could reach. “It hurts. Oh fuck, it’s too much.”
“Shut up,” I warned, but it was near impossible to speak when the only thing my body wanted to do was explode and drown Niko in cum. “Shut up, shut up. Stop fucking talking.”
Falling forward, I pressed our foreheads together, taking a pause to catch my breath so I didn’t finish myself off before even having a chance to get started. Though, admittedly, things with Niko had started a long time ago. And even though there was an ocean between us now, I didn’t see an end to it. Niko and the fucked-up way we played was the best part of my life, and there was no going back from that. If it meant I had to leave home, follow him to New York, then that was what I would do.
“Parrish.”