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His tongue plunged deeper into me, his thumb rubbing small circles on my clit. I was a moaning mess, entirely at the will of his touch. My hands were tangled in his hair and sheets, keeping me from floating away.

“Your pussy keeps clenching around my tongue,” he looked up at me as his thumb kept rubbing. He smirked, “Are you going to cum, Cariño?” He teased. He licked from my hole to my clit slowly. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you with my tongue until you cum?” He taunted.

Unable to keep my eagerness in, I nodded through a blush. “Y-yes,” I whimpered, my clit throbbing under his thumb.

I saw satisfaction in his eyes before he looked back down at my pussy. Once again, his tongue was buried deep inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure. “Niko,” I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed.

He hummed lowly, enjoying himself nearly as much as I was. He ate me out like he hadn’t eaten in years; he looked at my pussy like it was his first, and he touched me like he knew every inch of my body.

Every touch, feeling, and sensation was new, yet it felt like we’d done this a million times before. The way our bodies reacted to each other’s touch was chemical.

There was no other way to describe it than pure ecstasy.

If I had any doubts before, they melted away on Niko’s tongue as I came.

My body felt weightless, and my mind was in a haze as I moaned his name. My fingers untangled from his hair as it fell to my side.

My hips twitched as I felt him lick the cum that flooded out of me. The bed shifted, and I forced my eyes to open.

Niko was hovering over me, his strong arms holding his body up, caging me under him. “Flying high?” He smirked.

“Hm?” I questioned groggily, my reality clouded in a fog of bliss.

He smirked, gently shaking his head, dismissing his words. His eyes roamed my face, “You look so gorgeous when you cum,” he complimented. “You look just as good as you taste,” he held the side of my face, rubbing his thumb under my eye, wiping away a stray tear.

I blinked a few times, blushing profusely. My chest rose and fell quickly, “As good as I taste?” I repeated. My eyes flickered down to his lips, which still glistened with my arousal.

Niko’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer to my face, “Want to taste?” He whispered. He tilted his head, just hovering over my parted lips. “Lick your cum off my lips,” he rasped.

My breath caught in my throat stunned at the request. Intrigue overpowered my shock, making my eyes close shut. I licked his parted lips, gently running my tongue along his lower lip.

Niko’s tongue slowly emerged from his parted lips, licking my own. I sucked in a breath, a new wave of arousal flooding out of me as he licked my lips, wetting them. I whimpered as he kissed me, his lips soft against mine.

Our lips moved greedily together; the kiss was tantalizingly slow and hot. His tongue explored my mouth, leisurely kissing me. My hands ran up his arms, touching the veins that stuck out from his muscles.

I sucked on his tongue, my mind empty of anything but the wetness on both of our lips.

I didn’t know how long we made out before he pulled away, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His thumb moved from my cheek to my bottom lip, where he gently pulled it down. “You’ve got one hell of an oral fixation, Cariño,” he grinned but was clearly also hazy from our make-out. I knew because I could feel his dick against my thigh, straining against his boxers.

I glanced at his lips, “And you don’t?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

He smirked, “I do now.” He glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost four in the morning. He looked back down at my lips, “Tomorrow during my lecture,” he started, his eyes flickering up to meet mine, “I’m going to be thinking about this,” he gestured to the closeness between us.

Chapter Eight

Odette

“She sleeps like a rock,” I faintly heard Niko’s’ voice.

“Wake her up?” Aiden responded in a duh tone.

“I tried,” Niko whispered. “She slept through every attempt I made. She didn’t even wake up to my shower’s horrible screeching sound. I even checked for a pulse,” he chuckled.

“Odette,” Aiden said firmly.

I stayed still, falling in and out of sleep.

Footsteps approached, “What are we doing?” Wyatt asked.

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