Niall (Vigilance 2)

“Yes, sir!”

He took me down, making me gasp. Before I could catch my breath, he drove into my mouth. I was overloaded with sensation: his mouth around my cock, his hand tugging my balls, his cock driving into my throat. I gripped his ass, kneading his cheeks and pulling him to me.

I hummed around him, and he made a strangled sound. “Fuck, I… I can’t last if you…”

I did it again, hoping he’d understand that fast and dirty was just fine tonight.

He worked himself in and out as I swallowed around him and clutched his ass, pushing him to go even deeper. I wanted every inch, and I wanted him to give me the same treatment. I worked my hips, shoving my way into Niall’s mouth. He sucked me sloppily, choking and drooling on me but never trying to make me hold back.

I slid my fingers along his crack then pushed one finger inside. I wanted him as crazy as he’d made me.

He sucked me harder as he worked his hips, trying to get my finger deeper.

I moaned around him as he took my cock to the root. I was going to come any second, but I wanted him to spill first. I curled my finger, pressing against his sweet spot, and his cock jerked, shooting a spurt of precum down my throat.

I worked my finger back and forth, massaging him. He pulled off me, gasping for breath.

“Take it,” he groaned. “Take it all.” His whole body shuddered as he let go and came.

I swallowed again and again, wanting every drop. My dick ached. I’d been right on the edge when he’d pulled off me, too consumed by climax to keep from choking.

When I’d fully drained him, I pushed at his hips, and he pulled his cock from my mouth.

“Finish me,” I demanded.

He looked back at me. “So fucking pushy.”

“Now,” I snarled.

I sucked in my breath as he took my cock back down. He worked me with lips, tongue, and a hint of teeth—just enough to give that edge of danger that kicked my desperation even higher.

I gripped his head, forcing him down and holding him there until he started to fight. He pulled off long enough to draw in a good breath. When he took me back down, I knew I was seconds away from spilling.

“You want my load, don’t you?”

He hummed his assent around my cock. “I’m going to give it to you, every fucking drop.”

I growled as I thrust hard, shoving myself deep. The sensation of him swallowing around me as I came was almost too good. Niall had a damn talented mouth.

When I was done, he turned around and stretched out over me. I was still half-dazed, and when he kissed me, I wasn’t expecting him to feed me my cum. He’d kept some in his mouth for me. I fisted a hand in his hair and held him against me as I licked his mouth clean. My cock did its best to stir, but I needed some recovery time.

“You’re fucking dirty for a G-man,” I said as I pulled away. “Who knew all this was hiding behind those suits?”

“You knew the day we met. That’s why you followed me that night.”

I grinned. “I knew you liked it rough, but I’m learning more every day.”

“And you love it all.”

“I do.”

Niall rolled off me and sat up. “I should be sleepy after that, but I’m all charged up.”

I shook my head. “I’m damn good, but even I need a few more minutes before I can go again. This would be a perfect time for you to dance for me.”

He laughed. “No fucking way. Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”

I studied him. “Seriously?”

“Yes. I love being by the ocean at night.”

A walk on the beach seemed way too much like a date, and I was already more emotionally invested in Niall than I’d ever intended to be. “What are the chances of Compton tossing our room while we’re gone?”

“We’ll leave the door braced and go out over the balcony.”

I considered that option. There was a tree we could climb down, but…

“Come on.”

He looked so eager I couldn’t say no.

We showered quickly, then put on swim trunks and t-shirts before slipping over the balcony wall, making our way down the nearby tree, and dropping to the ground from the lowest branch. The climb back up would be more challenging, but I had no doubt we could do it. We didn’t see anyone around, so hopefully no one had seen our unorthodox exit. Even if they had, we could blame it on drunken impulse, though despite all the whiskey I’d had, I felt totally sober.

Who knew a good sixty-nine could sober a man up that easily? I’d have to remember that in the future.

Rather than heading for the beach at the front of the resort, Niall started toward a path that led into dense trees. I didn’t question him. I just followed him, trusting he knew where he was heading. That might not be a big deal for another man, but for me it was huge. I hadn’t trusted anyone as much since I was a kid, blinded by the thought of money and power. Even with the Marchesis, I was wary, never taking what they said at face value.