Savior:A Tattered Club Story(40)

Niko gasped, pushing his hips when the inside of Ethan’s mouth drenched his cock. “Mmm…” Ethan groaned sending a maddening vibration through Niko’s balls.

“Jesus, Ethan.” Niko fisted the base of Ethan’s cock, sucking in his cheeks until the broad head tapped the back of his throat. He gagged, shoved the embarrassment down, and sank his mouth again. His body trembled. His fingers started to go numb. From panic or pleasure, he had no idea, but he wasn’t going to stop. He wanted everything about Ethan, his smell, his touch, the way he blushed when he was trying to be brave.

Niko wanted it all.

The weight of his sac lessened. He could feel the globes tighten, winding the coil at the base of his cock. The length was drenched from Ethan’s tongue lapping and sucking. Niko closed his eyes and welcomed the warmth of Ethan’s hand squeezing his ass. Every time Niko pulled his hips back and pushed his cock deeper into Ethan’s throat, the tension in his gut wound tighter.

“You taste so good,” Ethan muffled, still keeping the wet assault riding Niko’s shaft. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Niko’s balls tucked high and his throat opened more with Ethan’s sweet words. He wasn’t sure if he could swallow semen, but he was damn going to try. When was he ever going to experience this again?

Crumbling down the barriers, he tightened his grip on Ethan’s cock and stroked, the dance, a rhythm so perfect he felt the pulse in the thick vein vibrate against his palm. Ethan groaned. Niko sucked harder. He tucked a finger under Ethan’s sac and rubbed.

“Fuck.” Ethan grumbled around a mouthful.

The coil was too tight. A wire strung tight from his head to his feet and every muscle stiffened. Relief blackened his vision as he stilled his lips around Ethan’s cock and let his sac empty into Ethan’s warm mouth. The waves of Ethan’s throat swallowing massaged his cock as it twitched and vibrated.

Just as his body went limp, a light touch fanned his lower back. “My turn.” Ethan rose onto an elbow. “Do you want to swallow?”

Niko, popped the wide head of Ethan’s cock out of his mouth. “I can’t breathe. My dick still feels heavy. Jesus, your mouth is addictive.” He had no clue if he could swallow or not, but he was going to max out everything he could from the experience.

Dipping his head, he caught air in his lungs and filled his mouth. Saliva ran down his chin each time the wide head bumped the back of his throat.

“God, Niko, are you sure you’re not gay? Oh God, you do that—” The moment Ethan’s body drew tight, Niko sucked, as hot liquid painted his tongue. He swallowed, started to cough, swallowed again. Thickness slid down his throat, coating every inch with the musky, savory taste. He pulled away to watch Ethan slam back on the bed.

Niko laughed, almost choked, coughed, then laughed again. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Ethan asked, his chest rising and falling in equal measure. “You want me to tell you that you suck like a pro? Niko Malikov, you suck cock like a pro.”

Niko’s lips split into a smile. The creamy skin on Ethan’s stomach, through the marred flesh, looked graceful. Even before Niko had all the ink put on, his skin had never been so delicate. He tucked his legs and scooted around, hand lifting to roll Ethan onto his side when the buzzer rang out downstairs.

Ethan sat up, scrambling off the bed. “He found me.”

Niko got up and slipped into his jeans. “By he I assume you mean Charles and, no, that’s not your fuck up ex. Pizza is here.”

Without a shirt, Niko walked down the short staircase and pulled the wallet out of his back pocket as he opened the door. “Hey.” The young guy standing on the small landing handed Niko a receipt. “Aren’t you—” Niko looked up with a fifty-dollar bill in his hand. The delivery guy’s wide-eyed gaze rose over Niko’s head.

Niko looked over his shoulder, dropped his wallet, and grabbed the boxes. “Keep the change.” He shoved the bill into the man’s hand. Sure the slam of the door probably sent the delivery guy tumbling down the stairs onto the sidewalk, but, at the moment, he didn’t give two fucks. He looked up at the loft. “Get your damn underwear on and get your ass down here and eat.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before stalking into the kitchenette and grabbing two plates. His fists tingled, almost going numb with the need to punch the wall, but his stomach felt like a million jackhammers were chipping away at his insides.

A key had been fitted into a lock hidden deep somewhere inside—somewhere he didn’t know existed, but the key had turned. His muscles loosened. His shoulders lowered. The nauseated sway of his gut eased and he sighed.