Niall (Vigilance 2)

“That’s… really impressive.”

“From the moment I left my uncle’s nine years ago, I’ve been trying to put an end to this kind of shit. That’s where it all started for my family. Then my cousin teamed up with Dennis Swain and some of these other men, and it kept growing.”

“No wonder you were pissed off that I was coming in and trying to takeover.”

I grinned. “Yeah, you were pretty much an asshole.”

“And what about now?”

“Now? Sometimes you’re still an asshole, but I’ve learned you have some positive attributes as well.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” I tossed back the last of my whiskey, slipped out of my chair, and knelt in front of him.

Niall’s eyes widened. “What are you…?”

I reached for the waistband of his shorts. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“But… but you…”

“Shut up and enjoy it.” I lowered his zipper and pulled his cock out. He lifted his hips so I could pull his pants down farther. I didn’t want to worry about the teeth of his zipper getting in the way.

Niall moaned as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. When I sucked on the head of his dick, he shuddered and reached for me, but I took his hands and placed them on the arms of the chair.

I held his gaze as I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped while dipping my tongue into his slit to capture more of the precum there. I licked my lips, making a show of savoring his taste.

Niall was utterly transfixed. His breaths came in pants, and his eyes were huge as he watched me.

“Just because I like to be in control doesn’t mean I don’t like a cock down my throat,” I said. “I’m choosing this. I’m doing it because it’s what I want, so relax and fucking enjoy it.

He let his head drop back and seemed to sink into the chair, finally letting go of some of the tension he held since he’d seen Compton holding that damn cane.

I pressed feathery kisses down the side of his shaft, then tested the weight of his balls in my mouth.

“Please,” he begged.

“Is this what you want?” I took him in my mouth, sucking him and teasing his frenulum with the tip of my tongue.

“God yes.”

I took him down farther, wanting to feel him in the back of my throat.

“Marco, please. So good. It’s so good.”

I teased him, pulling back and licking him lightly before swallowing him down again. His knuckles were white from his tight grip on the chair, and he shifted his hips, trying to drive himself farther into my mouth.

I took him all the way down, pressing my face into his groin and holding myself there as long as I could. When I pulled back, I sucked in air and stared at him.

“I want to taste you too,” he said. “Bed. Now.”

I considered asserting control by taking hold of his hips and pinning him to the chair, but the thought of him sucking me as I pleasured him was too good.

I stood and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to his feet. “Hurry up.”

He stumbled along behind me and used his foot to push the sliding door closed.

I gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him to me for a rough kiss. He sucked on my tongue and groaned. “I love tasting myself on you.”

I brought him harder against me and tried to move us toward the bed as I kissed him. I hit the edge of the mattress, and we fell back.

“Want you naked,” he demanded.

“You too.”

We both sat up and wrestled with our clothing, tossing each piece to the floor as we freed ourselves. I’d never seen Niall this wild before. He tore buttons from his shirt in his haste to get it off, but he didn’t even seem to notice.

When he was finally naked, he pushed me onto my back and straddled my shoulders while facing my cock.

“That’s right,” I said. “I want that delicious cock again.”

“Fuck yes.” He positioned himself so he could thrust into my mouth and wrapped a hand around his shaft. He teased my lips with the tip, smearing precum over them.

I was way past playing games. I took hold of his hips and pulled him down so I could have what I wanted.

“How hard can you take it?” Niall asked.

I swirled my tongue around him before pulling off to say, “I can take anything you give.”

He thrust into my mouth hard. I gagged around him, but I didn’t push him away. I wanted this—hard, rough, all-consuming.

Niall wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked me. I bucked my hips and groaned. I needed more. I needed his mouth, the back of his throat, him choking on my cum.

He swiped the flat of his tongue over my slit, and my hips jolted up. I wasn’t going to last long. He made me fucking crazy, and after playing with him earlier and not having indulged myself all day, I was desperate to get off. I shoved his hips up, dislodging him from my mouth. “Fucking suck me now. Like you mean it.”