Page 98 of Madness & Mercy
He sets the knife down beside me, and I can finally breathe again. Then he leans forward, his mouth to my ear.
“I’m going to tasteevery inch of you, piccolino.”
He drags a dollop of whipped cream over the inside of my thigh, then bites into a strawberry and presses it between my lips, still half-chewed.
“Eat it.”
I do. And I swear I’ve never tasted anything this filthy or thisperfect.
His voice is rough now, almost reverent.
“You’re my dessert, Julian. And I’m not done with you yet.”
By the time he drops to his knees, I’m shaking.
He pushes my legs further apart and grabs a packet of lube from his pocket. Of course he came prepared. The fucker probably planned this all along.
“Keep quiet,” he murmurs. “Or I’ll have to get creative.”
Then his mouth is on me, and I nearly fall apart right there.
His tongue is obscene, working me open with the kind of precision that makes me wonder how many poor souls he’s ruined before me. But he doesn’t stop there. One slick finger slides inside me while his mouth stays wrapped around my cock, and I can’t hold back the sound I make, something between a gasp and a curse.
He groans like it turns him on.
“Too loud,” he mutters against my skin, sounding amused. “Didn’t I tell you to behave?”
I try. I fuckingtry,but the next moan rips out of me anyway, and that’s when he reaches up and grabs a cloth napkin off the table. He balls it in his fist and shoves it between my lips.
“Bite down,” he growls. “Or everyone in this house is gonna hear what a filthy littleslutyou are for me.”
I moan against the cloth, humiliated, wrecked, and harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
Another finger joins the first, stretching me open while his tongue teases the head of my cock like he’s worshipping it.
Tears sting my eyes, and I dig my nails into the edge of the table just to keep from falling apart.
And then, just as I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls back, rising to his feet.
“You want it?” he asks.
I nod, desperate.
He tears open a condom with his teeth, rolls it on, and positions himself at my entrance. The tip of his cock brushes against me, and I almost choke.
And then, without warning, he slides in slow, deep, and possessive. Like heownsme.
He pushes in deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until I’m filled completely, so full I can’t fucking breathe. My spine arches offthe table, nails clawing at the linen like I’m trying to crawl out of my own skin.
“Fuck,”I whimper against the gag, tears prickling the corners of my eyes.
Nico leans over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip so tight I know I’ll bruise. His breath fans against my cheek, hot and heavy.
“You feel that?” he murmurs against my throat. “How fuckingtightyou are for me? Your body wasmadeto take my cock.”
I try to glare, to say something smart through the napkin stuffed in my mouth, but all I manage is a pathetic noise as he grinds his hips in deeper, harder.
He chuckles, low and merciless.
