Alaric

I arched off the bed with a strangled moan, the pleasure shooting straight to my cock. He sucked and licked, alternating between soft, teasing circles and firm pulls that made my toes curl.

His hand stayed wrapped around my cock now, stroking me slowly in time with every swirl of his tongue on my nipple.

"Fuck, Nico..." I groaned, my voice breaking.

He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention, sucking until it was hard and aching, his tongue teasing the peak relentlessly.

I threaded my fingers through his curls, holding him there as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

My ankle throbbed dully in the background, but the pain was nothing compared to the overwhelming need building inside me.

Nico finally lifted his head, his lips shiny and swollen, and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. "You taste even better than I imagined," he whispered in a rough voice.

Then he moved lower, kissing down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before continuing its path. He settled between my spread thighs, pushing the robe completely out of the way.

My cock sprang free, hard and leaking, curving up toward my stomach. Nico wrapped his hand around the base and looked up at me through his lashes.

"Still think you should have stayed on top?" he teased, but his voice was thick with lust.

I opened my mouth to snap something back, but the words died the moment he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up the entire length of my cock.

The wet heat made my hips jerk. He did it again, slower this time, tracing every vein with the flat of his tongue, teasing the sensitive underside until I was panting.

Then he swirled his tongue around the head, licking up the precum with deliberate, filthy strokes. I saw stars. I truly saw them.

Nico took his time. He sucked just the tip into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and using his tongue to tease the slit while his hand stroked the rest of me in long, firm pulls. The combination was insane. Pleasure built in heavy waves, each one higher than the last.

He took me deeper, inch by inch, his mouth hot and wet and perfect. His tongue never stopped moving—licking, swirling, pressing against the underside as he bobbed his head.

The sounds were the craziest I had ever heard: wet slurps mixed with my own broken moans, the rain still hammering against the windows outside.

I gripped the sheets tightly, my knuckles white. "Nico... fuck... just like that..." The words spilled out without permission.

He hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. He sucked harder, taking me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing around me. My vision blurred. No one had ever given insane mouth jobs like that. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He pulled back slowly, only to dive down again, setting a rhythm that had me thrusting up into his mouth despite myself. His hand joined in, twisting on every upstroke while his tongue worked the head on every downstroke.

The pleasure was too much. It built and built until I felt like I was going to shatter. My thighs trembled. My breathing came in ragged gasps. Nico looked up at me again, eyes dark and possessive, and that was what finally pushed me over the edge.

I came hard with a loud, broken moan that echoed through the room. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me as Nico kept sucking, swallowing every drop while his tongue kept teasing and milking me through the orgasm.

For a moment, it felt like I saw heaven—bright white light behind my eyes, my entire body seizing with ecstasy so strong it bordered on pain. My cock pulsed endlessly in his mouth, and he took it all, never pulling away until I was completely spent and shaking.

When he finally released me with a soft, wet pop, I lay there boneless, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling as aftershocks rippled through me. My mind was blank except for one overwhelming thought: Nico Park had just ruined me. And I already wanted him to do it again.

Nico slowly pulled away from me while I lay there completely spent, my chest still heaving and my body trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The room felt too hot, too small, and far too charged with everything that had just happened between us.

He got up from the bed with that same easy confidence he always carried, completely naked and unashamed.

The intricate black tattoos on his arms, shoulders, and chest shifted beautifully with every movement. His messy dark hair was even more tousled now. He looked like sin incarnate.

I swallowed hard, my voice hoarse when I finally managed to speak. "Is... is that it?" The disappointment was evident in my tone. This couldn’t be it?

Nico turned to look at me, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face. He nodded once. "For now, yeah. It seems like that was the first time you’ve ever experienced something like this." His eyes darkened with amusement. "I hope the moment was great for you, princess."

I blinked, still trying to catch my breath. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

Nico’s smirk grew wider, almost wicked. He leaned down slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. "I couldn’t take you fully yet. Not tonight. But maybe next time..." He winked, the gesture so full of promise and arrogance that it sent another unwanted spark through my exhausted body.

I sat up quickly, ignoring the twinge in my ankle. "There will never be a next time!" I shouted, my voice cracking with frustration and lingering desire. "This was just... releasing tension. That’s all. And I don’t like to owe people, so I would love to pay you back right now by sucking you off until you forget your own name."

Nico chuckled slowly, the sound rich and dangerous. He studied my face for a moment, his expression turning even more amused. "Was that really the first time a man ever made you feel like that?"

My face burned instantly. I could feel myself turning bright red, embarrassment flooding through me so strongly that I could not find any words to reply. I just stared at him, mouth slightly open, heat crawling up my neck and cheeks.

Nico’s chuckle turned into a soft, knowing laugh. "You are not ready, Alaric," he said, the words low and full of dark promise.

He ran a hand through his messy black hair and started walking toward the bathroom, still completely naked. "You can take the left side of the bed, by the way."

I opened my mouth to shout something back—a denial, a challenge, anything—but Nico had already disappeared into the bathroom.

A second later, I heard the shower turn on again, the sound of running water filling the heavy silence.

I stared at the closed door, my heart still racing wildly, my body marked by his mouth, and my mind spinning with a thousand conflicting thoughts.

What the hell had I just started... and how long could I pretend I didn’t want more? And what the hell did he even mean by I wasn’t ready?