Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I don’t like him, but when he’s on top of me like this it doesn’t matter what I like or don’t like. Every cell in my body is responding to his touch, and my cock is throbbing like it’s Pavlov’s fucking dog, because I guess I really am that goddamn desperate.
My ass feels like it’s close to sliding off the edge of the mattress for a second, and Niko can tell. He pushes me back a little further, using the weight of his body to anchor my thighs to the bed.
Every thud of my heart is like a war drum.
Having him straddle me like this makes it far too easy to imagine being in this position for a different reason.
So warm. He’s so fucking warm.
A couple of inches lower and my cock would fit right inside him like this. His ass is pressing down just above my groin. He could sink down slowly onto my dick, gripping tight around me as I held his hips…
Don’t think about that.
Looking up at his eyes doesn’t help.
His dark rows of lashes flick down then up. It should be illegal for someone so infuriating to have eyes that soulful, because he uses them to make me fucking crazy and it works. The way he’s looking at me like he’s already planning to destroy me is making my balls ache.
“You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend? Me?” he murmurs down at me.
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
His warm, spiced scent fills my nostrils and my chest feels tight as I pull in a shallow breath.
I open my hands and put them on the back of his hips, holding him there for a second. But the warmth radiating from beneath his shirt starts to make me think about fucking him again, so I take my hands away, not knowing where to put them.
My lungs feel like they’re too big for my goddamn chest.
I’m caught between two equally torturous decisions.
Letting him stay on top of me like this feels like letting him win…
But I don’t want to push him away. Not yet.
So much.
So much closeness.
So sudden—
“Can’t imagine why you’d want to fake it with me, Oliver.” His low voice goes straight to my dick, just like everything else about him.
He leans over.
He’s wearing the simple silver necklace with a dragonfly charm that I’ve seen in all his videos, and the charm hangs down and lands on my chest as he hovers above me.
The cold metal quickly warms from the heat of my skin, and I feel the small weight of it with each breath I take.
He trails his fingertips along my chest, teasing me as he lightly brushes over my nipple. My cock responds again and I hate myself for it. I’ve spent far too long without being touched.
Way too long.
My entire life.
For as long as I can remember, every touch, every little passing hug or hand on my shoulder has felt like a beacon from some world I’ve never gotten to be a part of.
No one has ever known how much I crave it.
It feels like I’ve been screaming it out inside every moment since the day I knew what sex was.
Let me touch someone.
Or please, God, let someone touch me.
As if on cue, he runs his fingertips over my chest, tracing his fingers between the three biggest freckles that lead downward to my stomach. My breath hitches as Niko’s fingertips coax goosebumps from my skin, and if I don’t find release soon I’m liable to start sobbing or screaming my goddamn head off.
I’m certain he’s going to revoke his touch soon.
He’s just trying to screw with my mind, tease me until he inevitably clocks me in the jaw again or something worse.
“You mean it when you say you aren’t the one who gave me that molly?” he asks me.
He pinches my nipple gently, then much harder when I pull in a tiny gasp.
“It’s the truth,” I tell him. “And I would have won that game even if you were sober anyway.”
He hums, taking away his touch.
He smells so good it almost pisses me off. I get a hint of the apple brandy now, too, but it’s also just his skin. How can the natural smell of someone’s skin smell so good?
“I never wanted you, despite what the drug made me say that night,” Niko says now, his expression cold. “But I’ve always wanted to shut you up.”
He moves. I hear the faint clinking sound of metal on metal and I realize with a start that he’s unbuttoning his belt.
No shot.
He’s actually going further.
Not just teasing me and revoking it.
He moves to pull down his pants and underwear and when I see him pull out his cock, my whole world goes surreal.
Niko Berlant’s cock.
Holy fucking motherfuck—
I’ve seen it in videos so many times by now.
I even felt like a sick freak, going back to his videos over and over again, edging myself for as long as he did and forcing myself to come only when he was, too.