Facing West (Forever Wilde 1)

“Please, West… I want to touch you,” he asked again—only this time I felt like I was hearing the real Nico behind the words. So I let his hands go and moved my hand from his wrists down into his pants to grasp his erection.

Chapter 15

Nico

It was quite possible I was going to come the minute I felt those warm fingers wrap around my stiff cock. I gasped and quickly dropped my own hand down to squeeze the base of it just as he reached for my shaft.

“Stop!” I barked before I could stop myself.

Within a split second, West was gone and I almost fell on the floor from the loss of him. I reached out to grab the wall for support. There were no longer hands in my boxer briefs. No longer a strong body pressing me against the wall. No hot breath on the back of my neck raising goose bumps all along my skin.

“W-West?” I asked, turning around to look for him.

He was standing several feet away with a look of regret on his face. Was that because of me? Had I done something to make him change his mind about this?

“Nico, I—” he began.

“What the hell just happened, West?” I asked. “Where did you go?”

“What?” he asked incredulously. “You said stop! Dude, you said to stop so I stopped, just like I said I would. What did you expect me to do?”

I played back the past few moments in my head and burst out laughing. “West, I said stop because you were gonna make me come. Jesus. I only said stop for you to let go for a minute and let me stave off my goddamned orgasm.”

The corner of his lip quirked up on one side. “Really? You didn’t really want me to stop?”

“Hell no, I didn’t want you to stop. Are you fucking kidding?” I stalked closer to him and brought my hands to the hem of my shirt. “I thought we were just getting started. I simply wanted it to last longer than five seconds.” I yanked the shirt over my head and threw it to the side.

West grinned at me then, and it was the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen. My heart did a stupid little flip-flop deal, and I resisted the urge to hug the man. Instead, I leaned in and let my mouth trail kisses along his jaw, his neck, and down into the open collar of his shirt.

“Take off your shirt.” Now I was the one commanding, and he was the one whimpering in response.

The turnabout only made me hotter because I realized he didn’t mind. He hadn’t been interested in proving a power dynamic between us, and he was clearly willing for the rules to change so long as it suited both of us.

His fingers scrambled to his buttons and began undoing them as fast as he could. As soon as the last one was undone and the shirt was on the ground, I leaned in to whisper against his ear. “Put your hands on the counter behind you.”

“Fuck you,” he said with a grin in what I supposed was his “mocking Nico” voice as my hand found the bulge of his cock in the front of his pants and grabbed ahold of it. His hands quickly went behind him to grip the edge of the counter so he could thrust his hips into my hand. “Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop. Gonna drive you fucking crazy. Just watch.”

His eyelids were at half-mast, and his breaths were coming in ragged pulls. I placed my right index finger on the hollow at the base of his throat and slowly ran it down the center of his chest to his abdomen, his belly button, his blond happy trail. All the while, his throat made little noises of pleasure and his muscles contracted in waves.

“Nico,” he panted.

I smiled to myself as I opened his pants and ran my open palms down into the back of them, cupping the round globes of his ass.

“Nico, oh my god,” he groaned again. His voice was beginning to come out rough and the broken sound caressing me like a hand on my cock. My own pants were still open, my hard-on pressing against West’s belly. A clear, glistening string of precome ran between my tip and his abdomen.

My lips went to his muscled chest, and I licked, nipped, and kissed my way down until I got to his open fly. As I knelt on the floor, I looked up and met his wide eyes while my hands shucked down his pants and underwear.

“I’m negative,” I said softly. “I need to know if—”

“Yes, same.” He breathed quickly, making clear eye contact with me.

I nodded, knowing he, as a doctor, understood the dangers but needing to put it out there regardless. It was something I took seriously, and I needed to make sure he did too.