Page 68 of Murder & Mayhem
“You too,” I reminded him. It didn’t bother me as much with Dominic, the idea of him being clothed while I wasn’t. But I also wanted to see him. To take in his sexy body at least this once.
Grinning, Dominic climbed to his feet and quickly stripped, discarding his bloody clothes in a pile off to the side. He looked even more feral like that: his hairy, tattoo-covered chest and arms, hands and forearms stained with dark blood, his dark eyes standing out from the splatter all over his face. He called me beautiful, but clearly Nicky hadn’t spent a lot of time in front of a mirror.
He climbed back up on the bed and licked a stripe up my thigh before nipping and sucking higher up. My fingers curled in the sheets and my body arched. How could such a simple touch feel so good?
Dominic began caressing my thighs with his thumbs. They got higher and higher, and then he was bending my knees, exposing even more of me to him. His thumb moved along my taint and I fucking shivered.
“I-I don’t know if I’ll get hard,” I reminded him, desperately trying to stay out of my head.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. As long as you feel good, that’s what matters. If anything doesn’t feel right, let me know. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I will. Th—” My voice cracked as he kept massaging my taint and then up to my balls. “That feels good.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh, then up farther. “So fucking perfect, baby boy. Fuck.”
Dominic met my eyes. “I’m going to try something. If it causes you pain or you need me to stop, tell me or tug my hair.”
I sighed and gave Daddy some serious stink eye. “I get it, Daddy. I know how to stop.”
He nipped at my inner thigh. “Brat.”
Then he sucked my mostly soft cock into his mouth.
It was . . . a lot. I couldn’t think of another way to describe it. There was no pain. Even that consistent but dull ache I felt any time I tried to jerk myself off and get hard wasn’t there, but the sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant either.
At first, I felt nothing but overstimulated. Nicky’s tongue ran along my tip as his hands gently massaged my balls, and it was so fucking much. My fingers curled into his hair, but I didn’t tug. Not yet. I wouldn’t yet.
This was the first time anyone had ever done this for me. I had given plenty of blow jobs in my life. Had gotten my throat fucked so hard I’d puked, but no one had ever touched me there with the intent to give me pleasure. Pain, yes. There was a reason I couldn’t get hard, and while I’d never exactly asked a doctor about it, I was pretty sure it wasn’t all mental.
Dominic though. There was no such thing as a magic dick despite what romance books wanted you to believe, but if anyone was capable of sexual healing, it would be Nicky. Hewas sucking at a leisurely pace, but I could tell he was being cautious, his eyes up and watching my face despite his angle.
“That, that feels good, Daddy. It’s a lot, but good,” I shared breathlessly.
I was shaking with need with nowhere to go with it. Tears sprung to my eyes. My cock had thickened a little in Nicky’s mouth, but I knew I’d never come.
Nicky popped off my dick. “Try not to think, beautiful. Just feel. It was good, right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then that’s all that matters, baby.”
He started to go back, but I stopped him. “Wait, I want you to feel good too.”
Nicky licked his lips. “I do.”
“Can you touch yourself? I love to watch you do that.”
Nicky’s eyes lit up. “I have an idea.”
Nicky moved then, straddling my waist with his gorgeous ass to my face. I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and squeezed.
Dominic winked at me from over his shoulder. “Naughty boy. Now, you wanted to watch, so watch.”
Nicky spit in his hand twice, then wrapped it around his cock. He bent over, using his other hand to guide my dick back into his mouth. Then he got to work.
I had to admire his coordination. His tongue was doing things to me as he licked the underside of my cock, over the tip, and down the front. My toes curled from the sensation, which somehow felt so much more than when he sucked it normally.
“Oh god. Do that again. Please!”
