Page 43 of Madness & Mercy
Then I swallow him down again, bobbing slow, building the pressure like a goddamn symphony. His thighs tremble. His hips twitch.
“God—Nico—don’t—” His voice cracks, high and wrecked.
I hum around him and reach down with one hand to massage the spot behind his balls. His back arches, and I know he’s about to break.
“Please—fuck—I can’t—”
I pull off just before he explodes, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He lets out a shattered sound, somewhere between a sob and a curse.
“Not yet,” I whisper, kissing the inside of his thigh. “You only come when I say.”
He’s panting beneath me now, flushed and twitching, cock slick and aching.
So fucking close.
And I took it from him.
That little sound he made when I pulled away might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking heard.
I drag my tongue along his inner thigh, slow and teasing, then bite down just hard enough to make him jolt.
“Still think you’re in charge?” I murmur against his skin.
He doesn’t answer.
So I slap the inside of his thigh, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to remind him who he belongs to tonight.
“I asked you a question.”
He lets out a breathless growl. “Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer.”
I climb up his body until I’m straddling his hips. His wrists are already loose from where I held them earlier, so I grab one and press it back down, pinning it above his head.
“God,you’re a stubborn little bastard,” I say, lips brushing his jaw. “But I like a challenge.”
I grind down against him, my cock rubbing against his, both of us hard, both of us throbbing. He moans involuntarily, and I smirk. That was the sound of someone breaking.
“You want to come, Julian?” I whisper in his ear. “You want to come so bad ithurts?”
He bites his lip, his eyes shut tight, like if he doesn’t see me, he won’t feel this.
“Tell me,” I command, rolling my hips again. “Tell me what you need.”
“Don’t make me say it,” he rasps.
“Oh,I’mnot making you do anything. You’re the one who climbed on top of me like you were starving. You’re the one dripping all over my sheets right now.” I reach between us and wrap my hand around both our cocks, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. “You’re the one begging without a single fucking word.”
He groans, head thudding back into the pillow.
I pump once, slow, and he bucks into it. Again.
Again.
Again.
