Page 134 of Stricken

"Give in," I growl.

Nico's eyes flash. "Never."

With a swift move, he breaks free and flips our positions again, now looming over me. The weight of his body presses me into the mattress when he grinds his hips into mine. My pulse races.

"Looks like I win," Nico says with a smirk.

I swallow hard. "Then claim your prize."

His expression softens. "What do you mean?"

"Make love to me," I whisper. "I want you inside."

He searches my face. "Are you certain,gattino? We don't have to do this just be—"

"Shut up before I change my goddamned mind. Shut up and fuck me."

Nico's eyes darken with desire. He leans down, brushing his lips against my ear. "Then I'll worship every inch of you same way you worship mine."

I shiver at his words. "The nightstand drawer," I say. "Look inside."

Nico reaches over and pulls it open. His eyebrows raise as he extracts a gleaming metal object.

"A butt plug?" He holds it up, moonlight and neon sparkle off the polished surface. "I must say now I'm really surprised."

"Lick it," I command.

Without hesitation, Nico's tongue darts out, tracing the curved edge.

My breath catches in my throat. I've never even imagined another man doing this to a sex toy would get me this aroused.

"Take it in your mouth," I rasp, fisting my cock.

He obeys, lips wrapping around the cool metal. The sight sends a jolt of lightning through me. My balls tighten.

I roll onto my stomach. "Use lube. In the drawer. Prepare me."

Nico's warm hand caresses my lower back. "Has anyone ever...?"

"No," I admit. "You'll be my first."

His touch grows reverent as he spreads my ass cheeks, brushing his thumb over the tight ring of muscle. Carefully, he grabs the lube and slathers it over my hole, spreading it with his fingers.

I close my eyes and surrender myself completely to his tender ministrations, my walls crumbling at last. Yes, I want this. I want him to own me same way I've owned him for a while.

When the cold metal presses against my entrance, I gasp. Nico's free hand strokes me soothingly.

"Breathe,caro," he murmurs, his lips grazing my neck. "Breath and relax."

I inhale deeply, willing my muscles to loosen. The plug slides in slowly, stretching me in ways I've never experienced. It burns, a delicious ache that makes me tremble, makes my limbs lose all sensation.

"Nico," I groan, grabbing at the sheets. "It's... ahh fuck."

"You're doing beautifully," he praises, pushing it deeper. "So perfect for me."

When it's fully seated, I feel impossibly full. Vulnerable. Exposed. Yet safer than I've ever been.

Nico's fingers trail up and down my spine. "How does it feel now?"

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