Chapter 144: Stripped of Control
Alaric
My back met the soft mattress of Nico’s bed with a muffled thump, the cool sheets already warming under my skin. Before I could draw a full breath or form a single word, Nico was on top of me.
His knees bracketing my hips, dark hair falling forward, mouth crashing down in a kiss that tasted of need.
His hands worked fast as his fingers hooked under the hem of my shirt, dragging it up and over my head in one continuous pull while our mouths stayed locked.
I lifted my arms to help, the fabric catching for a second on my wrists before it vanished somewhere off the side of the bed.
Nico’s own shirt followed, the buttons scattering with soft clicks against the floorboards.
Our skin met and the heat of his chest pressed flush to mine, the nipples dragging against mine every time he moved.
Then his trousers followed and his briefs disappeared just as quickly and I felt the heavy weight of his cock slapped against my thigh, hot and thick and already leaking.
We were naked now and there was nothing between us but the dim spill of hallway light through the half-open door and the low hum of the television still playing credits in the living room.
Nico’s mouth left mine only long enough to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, across my collarbone and even lower.
My hands threaded into his dark curly hair, guiding him without forcing it.
He took the invitation and kept going—lips closing around one nipple, his teeth scraping it lightly, tongue flicking until my back arched.
Then the other side.
Then lower still, his tongue tracing the ridges of my abs, dipping into my navel, until his breath ghosted over the flushed head of my cock again.
But he didn’t take me into his mouth right away. Instead, he shifted, turning, swinging a long leg over my chest until we were face to face with each other’s cocks.
The thick-veined length of his cock hung above my lips, the tip already shiny, and without being asked, I opened my mouth and took him in.
At the same time, he lowered his hips, and at the same moment he swallowed me down again, and the dual sensation punched the air from my lungs.
I felt it all at once. Wet heat. Pressure.
The stretch of his throat around me while my own tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft.
He set the rhythm starting slow at first then followed by deep bobbing that forced my cock to the back of his throat on every downstroke.
I matched his pace as best I could, my cheeks hollowing, saliva spilling from the corners of my mouth to slick his balls.
The wet sounds filled the bedroom coming out as filthy.
Slurp. Gag. Wet slide.
I heard it all.
Nico’s hips flexed, fucking shallowly into my mouth while his own throat worked overtime.
My hands found his ass, spreading his cheeks, thumbs pressing firmly into the soft flesh just above the cleft.
He groaned around the cock in his mouth, the deep vibration shooting straight through my core.
Then he shifted again—rearranging himself until his face was buried between my spread thighs and his own cock dangled just out of reach.
I felt the first broad swipe of his tongue across my hole and nearly screamed out loud.
Nico didn’t tease. He licked flat and thorough, circling the rim, pressing the tip of his tongue against the tight ring until it softened enough to let him in.
My hands fisted into the bedsheets and I moaned out in pleasure.
The sensation was electric. It was wet, insistent, and completely crazy.
His tongue pushed deeper, fucking me open in short, wet thrusts while his nose pressed against the sensitive skin behind my balls.
The wet schlick-schlick of it sounded throughout the room pushing back our moans.
"Fuck—Nico—" I screamed until my voice cracked.
My hips rolled up, chasing the tongue that kept spearing me open and that made him go harder.
His hands gripped my thighs and spread them wider while he buried his face so deep I could feel the prickle of his stubble against my skin.
His Spit ran down the cleft of my ass as he hummed, the sound vibrating straight into me, and my cock twitched hard against my stomach, completely untouched and leaking a steady string of pre-cum.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was shiny, and his chin slick. He crawled up my body in one fluid motion, claiming my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that shared the taste of me.
I moaned directly into it, my tongue sliding against his, chasing the flavor of me.
His cock dragged heavy and hot along my own, and for a moment, he rubbed them together while his eyes fixed on mine.
"On your stomach," he rasped against my swollen lips. "I want your ass up."
I rolled immediately in response.
His hands gripped my hips and hauled them up until I was on my knees, chest still down, and my back arched in a deep curve.
The position left me completely exposed to him.
Then I felt his thumbs spread me wider.
A thick, slick finger circled my hole, then pressed inside without hesitation.
One, then two, scissoring and stretching me open.
I pushed back onto them, my breath hitching every single time his knuckles brushed that sensitive spot inside.
"Ready for me?" His voice was low, rough, and completely stripped of control every time he spoke.
"Yes—fuck, yes—"
The blunt head of his cock replaced his fingers and I felt it all at once.
The pressure and stretch.
The thick length sank in slowly, relentlessly, until his hips met my ass and the full weight of him was buried deep inside me.
My mouth fell open in a broken sound.
The sharp burn faded into a heavy fullness, a heat that radiated all the way up my spine.
He stayed still for a beat, breathing heavily while one of his hands stroked down the curve of my back.
Then he moved.
The first thrust was deep and measured, pulling almost all the way out before sliding in again.
The Wet sounds filled the air as our skin meet and the slick drag of his cock through spit and pre-cum.
Then he set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward with controlled force.
Each impact jostled me forward on the mattress and each withdrawal left me clenching around the emptiness before being filled right back up.
His hands stayed locked on my hips, his fingers digging bruises into my skin as he railed me even faster.