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Nico almost laughed. They were very far away from that happening yet. For now, more lube and a third finger. Verreault was sweating, trembling, a constant stream of curses falling from his lips. Whenever the volume increased, Nico withdrew his fingers and let several seconds pass. Then he started up again, finger fucking and stimulating Verreault’s prostate until it seemed like an orgasm was imminent. It was addicting, this power and this man. Nico actually forgot for a brief moment why he was doing this, other than for both their enjoyment.
When Nico paused for the third time, Verreault lost his patience. “Please, I’m dying. No more teasing.”
“I told you, I am preparing you.”
“For death by edging? Fuck!”
Verreault tried to roll over but Nico stopped him. “A few more times, bello. You can do it.”
“No,” Verreault whined into the mattress, head thrashing. A light sheen of sweat coated the skin of his back. “Please.”
Nico worked the pad of his finger against the spongy spot inside Verreault’s ass and Verreault’s entire body trembled. Nico smiled with satisfaction. “I will fuck you, but I want one thing first.”
“What? Anything. God, hurry.”
Nico’s fingers slid back and forth several times. Verreault’s body became harder to control as he fought for more stimulation. Nico used his free hand to slap an ass cheek, hard. “Stay still.”
“No, I can’t. Please. Shit. I swear, I’m going to come.”
“You are not.” Nico stopped moving and waited. “If you do, I’ll start all over again.”
Verreault did some deep breathing. His shoulder and arm muscles stood out in sharp relief as he clutched the bedding. When he relaxed a fraction, Nico lubed his fingers once again and pushed back inside. His own dick pulsed with need, his heartbeat throbbing inside the length, but he ignored it. “Are you ready for my dick?”
Verreault panted. “Yes, god. Please.”
“Hmm.” He brushed Verreault’s prostate again, earning a pathetic whimper. “I will fuck you if you tell me one thing.”
“What?” Then Verreault tensed, his big body growing still. “No, you wouldn’t.”
Nico gave two pumps of his hand, making sure to hit Verreault’s prostate each time. “I would, bello. Tell me what I want to know.”
Verreault gave a half-hearted attempt to move away. “I already told you. I don’t know who it was.”
“Cazzata. Bullshit. Tell me.”
A shake of his head against the mattress. “I really don’t know.”
Nico reached beneath Verreault’s hips and wrapped his fingers around the neglected dick waiting there. He squeezed in tandem with the hand working Verreault’s ass. “Who was it in the photograph?”
“No one. I don’t know!”
Nico removed his fingers, but kept his hand on Verreault’s dick. He stroked once, twice. “You are lying. Your face gave you away. Now, tell me or I’ll continue to edge you for hours, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, but never letting you have it.”
“I’ll just get up and leave.”
Verreault started to move, but Nico was faster. And more determined. The hand that had been on Verreault’s dick was now on the nape of his neck, pressing down. Holding firm. Nico threw a leg over Verreault’s thighs for extra measure. Then he played with the other man’s ass, teasing the outer rim. “You can try, but you will not win.” He penetrated with three fingers this time, a good stretch but not enough to bring about an orgasm.
As if to prove the point, Verreault began thrusting his hips into the pillow, desperation in every tiny exhale. “Nico.”
“Just tell me who and I will let you come. It will be the best orgasm of your life, te lo prometto.”
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know!”
Nico leaned down and kissed behind Verreault’s ear. “My dick is so hard. I am going to fuck you so good, bello.”
“Fuck!”
He twisted his fingers, scissored them a little. Teased the prostate. Verreault was sweating now, babbling into the mattress. When Nico pulled his fingers out this time, he thought Verreault might cry. “No, Nico!”
