Nico

I pulled off Alaric’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to the flushed, glistening head. He was a mess above me, with his chest heaving, his thighs trembling and his cock twitching desperately in the cool air of the kitchen.

His hazel eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips parted on shaky breaths. Seeing him like this, spread out, sent a possessive roar inside my chest.

I leaned in and kissed him.

But then that familiar twist hit.

The old fear clawing at the back of my mind.

It was happening again.

I was supposed to fuck Alaric right there because it had been the plan from the moment I carried him into the kitchen and sat him on the island.

And God, I wanted to. I wanted it badly enough that it physically hurt.

But the moment I imagined crossing that line with him, something inside me twisted violently.

It was too close and too real and it made panic claw slowly up my spine before I could stop it.

Not now, I thought.

Please not now.

I pulled back just enough to break the kiss.

Alaric frowned immediately, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with frustration and confusion.

"What?" he asked breathlessly.

"Condom," I muttered. "We need condoms."

Alaric gave me a questioning look, still dazed. "You mean you don’t have condoms with you right now when I’m spread out in front of you like this?"

I forced a smirk onto my face even though my heartbeat was beginning to pound painfully in my chest. "Do you have one?"

I expected him to say no. Part of me wanted him to say no. At least then it would stop here. But in my pocket was an entire packet I had brought on the way here, pressing against my thigh like a secret.

Alaric blinked, then nodded toward the hallway.

"In my room. Top drawer of the nightstand. There’s lube there too."

My stomach tightened. I swallowed hard and stepped back, giving him one last slow look and whispered, "Don’t move and just stay the way that you are."

I walked down the short hallway to his bedroom, each step heavier than the last.

The moment I stepped inside, my heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The room smelled just like him.

Sandalwood.

I stopped in front of the nightstand, staring at the drawer like it might bite me.

This is just sex, I told myself, repeating the words like a mantra.

Don’t be too emotional about it, Nico. Sex is not about emotions. This is just fucking. Nothing more.

I opened the drawer, grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube, then closed it again.

My hands were steady, but my mind was not. I badly wanted this to end here so I wouldn’t be too guilty after the sex.

But I couldn’t back out now because Alaric wanted it and I did too.

I took one deep breath, then another, before walking back to the kitchen.

Alaric was still exactly where I had left him — spread out on the edge of the marble island, naked and waiting, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach.

The sight made my own cock twitch painfully.

I set the condom and lube on the counter beside him. Without breaking eye contact, I reached behind my neck and pulled off my black turtleneck in one smooth motion, dropping it to the floor.

My pants followed, along with my underwear. I stood completely bare in front of him, stroking my hard cock slowly from base to tip, letting him watch every movement.

Alaric’s eyes darkened. He slid off the island without being told, dropped to his knees on the cool tile floor, and looked up at me with that wrecked, hungry expression that made my chest tighten.

He leaned forward and took me into his mouth in one smooth glide.

"Fuck..." I groaned, my hand immediately threading into his curls.

His mouth was hot and wet and perfect. He didn’t tease me at all and just sank down until I hit the back of his throat, then swallowed around me, the tight constriction making my knees weak.

I watched, mesmerized, as his lips stretched around my thickness, his saliva already dripping down his chin as he started to bob his head.

He sucked hard on the way up, tongue pressing flat along the underside, swirling around the sensitive head before plunging back down again.

Wet sounds filled the kitchen even louder than when I had been taking him into my mouth.

"Shit, Alaric..." my voice was rough, almost broken.

I gripped his hair tighter, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. "Just like that... fuck, your mouth feels so good."

Alaric moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight through my cock. He looked up at me through his lashes, his eyes watery as they met mine.

I rubbed his head gently and that made him hollow his cheeks and suck harder.

One hand came up to cup my balls, rolling them gently while his other hand stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach.

Alaric bobbed faster, taking me deeper, his tongue working every inch like he was trying to ruin me for anyone else.

I could feel my thighs starting to shake. The wet heat, the perfect pressure, the sight of him on his knees with my cock stretching his lips.

It was too much.

I thrust shallowly into his mouth, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine.

"Alaric... I’m close," I warned, my voice strained.

He didn’t pull off. If anything, he sucked harder, moaning encouragingly around me as his tongue flicked relentlessly against the head.

With a low groan, I came hard down his throat, my hips jerking as pleasure crashed through me in waves.

Alaric swallowed every drop, milking me through it until I was over sensitive and trembling.

He finally pulled off with a wet sound, his lips shiny and swollen, a thin string of saliva still connecting him to my cock. He looked up at me, breathing hard, his eyes dark with lust.

"How did I do?"

I grinned wickedly and rubbed his head gently. "You did well, princess," I said breathlessly.