He hisses and bites my neck at the cold wetness. I grin and rub it into his skin, let it run over my fingers and spread it over his entrance. I spend a few moments soothing him, then bring up my middle finger to push into him alongside my index.
“Oh, shit,” Nicko gasps, rocking against me with shallow thrusts. I slowly pick up his rhythm and start fucking him with my fingers.
He writhes in my lap until I spread my legs even wider, curling my other hand over his hip to guide him. Every now and then, I hold him still to push my fingers further inside, spreading them slowly. Nicko's erection is leaking against my stomach. I can feel a wet spot developing at the front of my boxers, but right now his pleasure takes priority.
His broken moans and frantic panting are the only thing I pay attention to. Curling my fingers I listen closely to pinpoint the moment when I find that sweet spot. It only takes a few thrusts until Nicko pushes up so suddenly that he almost knocks his head against my chin. His back arches, mouth opening with a shout. I pull my fingers away, just a fraction before pushing in again.
“Oh, fuck,fuck!”
Nicko's entire body shudders, his legs squeezing around mine as his hole does the same around my fingers. My erection pulses with regret at not being inside of him. But this is enough for now.
“Come on, Nicko,” I urge him on, rubbing my cheeks over his chest, his throat, anywhere I can reach while also holding him.
I peg his prostate again and again, growling softly. I'm hungry to see him come, see him fall apart. I want it almost as much as I want to come myself.
“I–! Xa-ah!Le– Lexi!” he cries out—whines, almost. I stretch my neck to mouth down his throat, scraping my teeth along the straining tendons.
“Come for me,” I rumble against his neck as I push my fingers into him once more.
He shudders in my arms, head tipping back. His brows furrow for a moment as his muscles pull tight—and then relax all at once.
His release spurts over my chest and stomach, trickling down my abs, but I'm focused on Nicko, watching his chest rise and fall, slower and slower, until he's breathing normally. The blush that's glowing on his cheeks fades into a soft pink. His lashes flutter and open to his gorgeous green eyes, that are clouded with the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and I can't help but chuckle.
It's like I'm given permission to move again, though I wait until Nicko has his legs under himself once more. Then I slowly pull my hand back, wincing when I catch the grimace on his face.
“Sorry.” I know it's unpleasant; I should have warned him.
“We're definitely doing that again,” he says lightly, eyes straying downward. They widen, darting up and then down once more.
I take a look down as well, taking in my stomach and chest covered in Nicko’s cum, some of it staining my tented boxers. I clear my throat, rolling one shoulder.
“It's...don't worry,” I say, but Nicko just raises his brows then pushes his hand into my underwear.
His touch alone is enough to make me groan. I wrap both my arms around him, burying my face against his chest. He barely has room to move his hand between us, but I crave the warmth of his skin. This close I can smell his sweat, the scent of his release, and a hint of the sandalwood aftershave he uses.
It takes only a few strokes and Nicko’s fingers squeezing around me before I come all over his hand.
“Fuck, Nicko,” I gasp when he doesn't pull away, but wrings every last drop of pleasure out of me. His fingers trace the tip of my cock before he eventually lets go. He raises his hand to his mouth, looking at me as he licks it clean. My dick gives a weak twitch.
“Don’t copy my moves,” I accuse him as I let myself sink back against his headboard.
Nicko snickers, leaning across to the nightstand to grab a few tissues. He wipes us both clean before I curl one arm around him and turn my head to bury my nose in his hair. I allow myself to close my eyes, listening to Nicko’s quiet breathing.
Thankfully, the headboard is too uncomfortable to fall asleep. It digs into my shoulder so that I only manage to hold out a few minutes.
Nicko makes an unhappy noise when I nudge him, turning to bury his face against my collarbone.
I chuckle, but do it again. “Come on, let’s clean up, and then we can sleep.”
Another few unwilling grunts, but then Nicko slides off the bed, moving to stand. He winces and then looks at me.
“Yeah, you’ll feel it for a bit,” I admit, offering my hand to him.
He grimaces, but curls his fingers around mine. “Feels weird,” he adds after a few steps.
“Bad weird?” I ask as I open the door to check the hallway. It’s quiet enough that I think taking the risk to walk half-naked to the bathroom is worth it. Nicko seems to agree because hehurries ahead, holding the door open for me. I snort as I squeeze in next to him.
