Page 160 of Gathered Sparkle

He doesn’t. His mouth pushes me higher and higher until the coil inside me snaps, pleasure tearing through me in waves. I cry out, his name a broken plea on my lips.

As the tremors fade, his tongue slows, and my legs release his head. Then his licks turn soft. He pulls back to look up at me, his eyes dazed and pupils blown wide with need, waiting for approval.

“You did so good.” My hands cradle his face as my thumbs brush over his flushed cheeks. “Such a good boy. My perfect, beautiful man.”

His eyes flutter closed for a moment as if he’s savoring the praise, and when he opens them, a shy, breathless smile curves his lips. “I could do that forever.”

“Oh, could you?” I let out a teasing laugh, my nails stroking his scalp. “That’s good because I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything.”

“Put your pretty head on my thigh. Get comfy,” I purr. “Lay to the side and stroke that perfect cock while you lick me some more.”

His eyes widen, a shaky breath escaping him. But without hesitation, he follows my instructions, shifting until his head rests on my thigh, his cheek pressed into my skin. His eyes flick up to meet mine one more time before he closes them and dips his head back between my legs.

One hand slides down to his cock, his fingers wrapping around it, and he starts to stroke himself fast. I’m overstimulated, but God, it feels good, and I can’t get enough.

“Slow, Nico. Make yourself wait.”

His whimper is pure suffering, his pace faltering before he forces himself to follow my order.

I grin, watching him fall apart.

Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, I lift it, framing the perfect shot. His face is nestled between my thighs, his mouth worshiping me with focused devotion, his hand wrapped around his slick, hard cock. The image is pure sin.

This one’s for me.

I lower the phone slightly and snap another, this time capturing only his face buried between my legs, his tongue working me like he’s starving.

“What’s your passcode, sweetheart?”

“One, two, three, four,” he mumbles against me, never pausing his strokes.

I huff a laugh, trailing a finger through his hair. “You okay with me sending this to Sylus?”

That gets his attention. He stops long enough to look up, his lips glistening, his lashes shadowing his flushed cheeks. “Fuck yes,” he mutters with a growl, diving back in.

I laugh, a sound that quickly dissolves into a moan as he doubles down. My fingers tremble as I send the second picture to Sylus before sending the first shot to my number.

“God,” I whisper, my thumb grazing his jaw. “You’ve never looked more handsome.”

A muffled groan escapes him when I place the phone back on the nightstand, bringing my attention back to solely him. My fingers curl in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him.

“Look at you, wrecking yourself just because I told you to,” I breathe out, pleasure threading through my words. “So fucking perfect. Keep licking me, sweetheart.” Nicholas whimpers while his tongue moves slowly, but the rhythm on his cock falters. “Does that feeltoogood?” I tease. “Is it hard to focus?” He lets out a shuddering breath, his hips twitching as his hand falters once more, but he doesn’t stop. “Don’t you take that hand off your cock,” I command. “You can do two things at once. Come on. You’re doing so good.”

He lets out a desperate noise, his fingers tightening around himself, and I feel him struggling to keep control.

“You’re gonna come just from eating me out, aren’t you?” His eyes flutter open, dazed, desperate, and he nods. I take pity on him. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

Nicholas’s breath catches, and with a shaky nod, he crawls up my body, leaving a trail of kisses along my skin—each one a promise, a plea, a worshipful touch.

His mouth closes over one of my nipples, and his tongue softly flicks before he sucks, making a whimper rise from my throat. His hand massages my other breast, and his fingers pinch just enough to make me crave him again.

I arch into him, my body begging for more. “Nico.”

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, his eyes glimmering with adoration. “I want you, Sweetness.”

The anticipation coils tight in my stomach, every inch of me aching for him. “I want you too.”

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