Facing West (Forever Wilde 1)

I began to press kisses along the tendons of his neck, following them down to his shoulders and arms and over to the piercings in his nipples. I tentatively flicked at them with my tongue, and when Nico’s gasps of pleasure ramped back up, so did my confidence. I played with the piercings until he was sucking in breaths; his knuckles were white where he clutched handfuls of my bedding.

Finally my mouth made its way to his cock, which was still fully hard and dripping onto his skin. My mouth watered at the sight, and I moved farther down his body until my mouth was propped right above his dick.

We locked eyes again as my tongue came out and lapped the precome up. Nico’s long fingers threaded into my hair as he tried to keep from bucking in response to my mouth on him.

I continued licking and softly sucking along his tip and crown until Nico began to beg.

“West. West, please,” he gasped. “Swallow it goddammit. Please.”

Hearing him beg made me feel bubbles of happiness in my gut, but I wouldn’t allow them out for fear of pissing him off and ruining the moment. In any nonsexual situation, I knew he’d be damned if he’d beg anyone to do anything. But that’s what made me feel so powerful right then.

I finally had mercy on him and lay the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft—drawing it up the entire length until his head was turning from side to side and his fingers were fisting in my hair. His thighs were trembling, but I held them down with my arms and took his entire length into my mouth and throat.

“Fuck! Oh god,” he blurted.

I bobbed up and down, sucking his cock as well as I could to bring him the most pleasure possible. After bringing a hand up to cup his balls, I felt the cool bump of something metal against my fingers. My mouth released him so I could investigate. There under his sac were three solid metal loop piercings in a stack on his perineum.

My eyes must have shown my shock because the edges of his lips turned up in amusement.

“Never seen a guiche piercing before, huh?” he asked.

“Definitely not,” I mumbled as I studied them some more. I reached my finger out to fiddle with the little silver-balled hoops. “What feels good?” The question was meant to ask how he liked stimulation to the piercings, if at all, but his answer was teasing.

“Having your face between my legs,” he admitted with a shit-eating grin.

I smacked his ass cheek and leaned in to run my tongue up from the piercings to his balls to his shaft and took him into my mouth again. There was not enough patience left in the room for me to learn the ins and outs of genital piercings right then, but I was damned sure planning on doing it at some point.

His hips tried to thrust up into my throat, and I let him, keeping my head still and cupping his ass to encourage him to fuck my mouth.

After softening his grip on my hair, Nico’s hands came around to my face and held my cheeks reverently while he thrust into my throat. I looked up at him the entire time until I could see the moment of no return.

“West,” he gasped as his eyes widened.

I closed my eyes in a nod of sorts—the only way I could think of to let him know it was okay, that I wanted him to come in my mouth. My fingers tightened into the flesh of his bare ass.

“Mpfh. Fuck, fuck. I can’t…” Hot fluid filled my throat as he released into me with a cry. I held on to him and swallowed his release until all that was left were the sounds of our harsh breathing in the quiet room.

I wiped the back of my hand across my face and moved up on the bed to lie beside him, running a hand through his hair to brush it off his face and appreciate the flush across his skin.

Those blue-green eyes looked up at me in sated wonder, and I leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re beautiful, Nico,” I said softly.

He looked down and away, anywhere but at me. I wondered how it was possible for someone like him to experience insecurity. Was that what it was? Or could it have been regret? God, I hoped not.

He finally met my eyes and must have seen something in them because he turned into me and buried his face in my neck, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him.

Good god. Whatever foolish part of me had thought I could dial this encounter back to “just sex” had been batshit fucking crazy.