Nico

Alaric tried to push me off, speaking through gritted teeth, but I just leaned in harder, biting down on the side of his neck as I added a second finger.

The stretch made him gag again, and a desperate, throaty noise he couldn’t hold back escaped from his lips.

The person on the call was still talking, asking if he was okay.

Alaric’s voice came out shaky and strained as he tried to answer. "I’m f-fine, just... elevator... shit..." Another rough thrust of my fingers cut him off, turning his words into a wet, gagging moan. His hole was clenching rhythmically around my fingers now, sucking them in greedily even as he kept weakly trying to push me off.

I smirked against his flushed skin, pumping my fingers faster, deeper, scissoring right there in the elevator. "You’re mine tonight," I muttered, biting the shell of his ear. "Keep talking on your little call. I want them to hear how much you’re struggling not to scream for my cock."

The elevator dinged softly, opening up into his penthouse, but I didn’t let go of him. Instead, I dropped fully to my knees on the cool marble threshold, my hands already dragging Alaric’s trousers and underwear the rest of the way down to pool around his ankles.

His thick cock slapped against my cheek as it sprang free, the flushed head already glistening with precum. The sight of it made my mouth water instantly.

I didn’t waste time as I wrapped my lips around the swollen tip and sucked him down in one long, greedy motion, taking him straight into the wet heat of my throat.

Alaric’s entire body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. "Nico—fuck, wait...!" But his protest dissolved into a choked groan as I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed around his length, my throat muscles rippling tightly around him.

I held him there for a long second, my nose pressed flush against his pelvis, breathing through my nose while my tongue pressed flat and firm along the thick vein running underneath.

The salty, musky taste of him flooded my senses, and I groaned around his cock while he trembled under me.

I pulled back slowly, savoring every inch, my lips dragging wetly along the shaft until only the head remained in my mouth. Then I dove back in harder, faster. My head bobbed with messy, wet sounds—slurps, gagging gulps, and the constant, slick pop of my lips stretching around his girth.

Saliva dripped freely down my chin, coating his balls and thighs as I worked him deeper each time. I twisted my head slightly on every upstroke, swirling my tongue around the sensitive underside before plunging down again, taking him to the hilt until my throat convulsed around him.

My hands weren’t idle as I sucked him off. One stayed between his legs, with my two thick fingers buried deep in his hole, pumping steadily in and out of him, and Alaric was already wet, so fucking slick inside, as if he was waiting for this moment.

I curled my fingers inside him, slowly stroking that spongy spot inside him with every thrust while my other hand yanked his hips forward, forcing him to fuck my face.

Alaric let out a loud moan as I raised his legs, sucking him deeper.

"You’re so fucking wet already," I growled around his cock, pulling off just long enough to speak. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Strings of saliva connected my lips to his throbbing length. "Who would have thought that your hole’s been waiting for me all night? Dripping for my fingers, my cock. Oh Alaric, this is why you called, right?" I asked as I kissed the head of his cock and then took him all in at once until I could feel him at the back of my throat.

Alaric’s knees buckled. He slapped one hand against the elevator frame for balance, the other tangling desperately in my hood, pulling the fabric tighter as his hips jerked forward involuntarily.

His phone lay forgotten on the marble floor a few feet away, the call still connected and some distant voice faintly asking questions that neither of us cared about anymore.

All that mattered was the wrecked, broken moan that tore from Alaric’s throat as I swallowed him down again.

I sucked him with filthy dedication, varying my pace to keep him on edge. I did long, slow drags where I let my tongue trace every ridge and vein, followed by sudden, frantic bobs where I fucked my throat onto his cock like I couldn’t get enough.

I pulled off completely at one point to lap messily at his balls, sucking one into my mouth and then the other, rolling them gently with my tongue while my fingers scissored wider inside him. The wet sounds of my mouth and the rhythmic squelch of my fingers echoed through the open penthouse.

"Shit... Nico... oh my god..." Alaric gasped, his voice cracking, and he gripped his hold on my hair tighter.

His cock twitched hard against my tongue as I licked a broad stripe from his balls all the way up to the leaking tip, then sucked him back in with renewed hunger.

I could feel him throbbing, pulsing, getting closer, but I wasn’t ready to let him finish yet. I wanted this to last.

I wanted him ruined. Only for me.

I shifted lower again, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, leaving faint red marks with my teeth while my hand stroked his slick cock in long, firm twists.

Precum smeared across my palm, making every glide wet. Then I moved back to his cock, taking him deeper than before, relaxing my throat until my nose was buried at his base.

Alaric’s moan grew louder, desperately begging for my touch. "Please... please..."

His free hand finally dropped to grip my shoulder, his nails digging in through the hoodie as his hips started thrusting shallowly, chasing the heat of my mouth.

I let him. I encouraged it.

My hands moved to his ass, spreading his cheeks wider so I could finger-fuck him even deeper, and I added another finger, stretching him open as I sucked him harder, my cheeks hollowed to maximum pressure and my tongue working furiously against the head every time I pulled back.

"You taste fucking good," I muttered slowly as I trailed wet, heavy kisses up his stomach, my fingers still buried deep into his slick hole, stretching and twisting inside the heat of him.

Then, I surged upward and slammed my lips over his mouth, kissing him hard and unforgivingly, letting him taste his own musky precum and fluid on my tongue. I shoved my tongue deep into his mouth, mirroring the rhythmic, brutal penetration of my fingers below, sucking his tongue into my mouth until he whimpered.

My free hand flew to his throat, my large fingers wrapping securely around his neck, squeezing just enough to restrict his breath, forcing his head back as I dominated his mouth, making him swallow my spit while I choked him with the sheer force of the kiss.

"Look at you, a dirty little whore," I growled against his bruised lips, my grip tightening on his throat as I dragged my fingers out of his soaking hole with a wet pop.

Then suddenly, he pushed me.

And then, he landed a punch straight across my face.

"Wha... what the hell is wrong with you?" Alaric demanded, his chest heaving, his face a chaotic mix of deep flush and pure rage.

A slow grin spread across my face because the last thing I expected after giving him one of the craziest blowjobs of his life was to get hit in the face.

But I loved the pain.