Pretty Boy Pleasure

Chapter 7: IAN

CHAPTER 7

IAN'S P.O.V

God... what on earth was I doing?

"Mmm." Nikolai moaned into my mouth, pulling me even closer to him. Usually, this wouldn't be a problem. I enjoyed kissing as much as any other sex maniac. However, we had been kissing for what felt like hours, dicks still tucked away in our boxer briefs. Nik was stroking the side of my face, sending chills down my back. There was no urgency to go faster. Our tongues tangled languidly, as if we had an eternity together. Nikolai kept his hands at my face or lower back, caressing me softly as we let the early morning pass.

And fuck was I into it. I felt transported back to ourselves at fifteen. The way he held me filled me with warmth. I never wanted to leave his arms. I wanted to kiss him forever, until we either died of starvation or melted together. I wanted him... even as that thought entered my mind I knew it was wrong. We were not fifteen. We were not in love. We should be having hot, meaningless sex right now. I knew that... but I couldn't find the will to shatter the blissful bubble we were currently floating in. "Mm... Nik-"

"Shh." He whispered against my lips, continuing his sensual assault on me.

"N-nik-" I tried to speak between his kisses, internally smacking myself as his lips traveled to my neck. The sensation of his soft, gentle lips against my throat nearly made me groan. Why the fuck was he doing this to me? Every peck, every nibble, every flick of his tongue- "For fucks sake, Nik! This is overkill."

"How so?" He chuckled against my throat, stopping the furthest thing from his mind.

"I'm turned on already. We can just do it." I gasped as he bit my shoulder. He finally lifted his lips from me, propping himself up on his elbows to stare down at me. I tried not to look as awestruck as I felt, but it wasn't fair that the man was a work of art. He had a jawline that could cut diamonds and his already plump lips were swollen from our kisses. The satisfaction I got from knowing I had done that was quickly replaced with unbearable horniness as he smiled at me. His pale blue eyes seemed to darken as he let one hand cup my cheek.

"Who said I was doing this for you?" He teased me. "This is purely for my own satisfaction."

"I bet I could satisfy you more doing something else." I shot back, reaching down between us. Before I could grab hold of my intended target, however, the hand on my cheek was wrapped around my wrist instead. He pulled my arm back up, pinning it beside my head. I felt my lips instantly slip into a pout. "What? Stop acting like such a virgin."

"Virgin?" He smirked down at me, clearly amused at my attempt to rile him up. He leaned down, placing a kiss to my jaw before his lips hovered over my ear. "Listen... I fuck you so much when I shove my cock inside you it's molded to the shape of me, but if you need more just let me know." Before I could respond he was kissing me again, pretending as if we hadn't just spoken.

If I was being honest with myself, the reason for my objections were becoming fuzzier and fuzzier. Why did I want to stop? Something about stupid feelings, but the longer we kissed the more it mattered less and less. I just never wanted him to stop. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. I wanted him and-

My whole body seized up, shocked at where my mind had attempted to wander. Just like that, the spell was broken. I yanked my wrists from his grip and bolted upright, shoving him to the side. My heart was beating so fast I had to clutch my chest, worried it might just beat all the way out. "Ian?" I felt him sit up, letting one of his large hands come to rest on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver at just how hot his skin felt against mine. I hated how much I liked the feeling of his thick fingers massaging my flesh, melting me into a puddle. I turned to glare at him, ready to tell him to fuck right off when my breath caught in my throat. Fuck, I groaned to myself, he's so fucking hot. His hair was tostled and stuck up in multiple directions, looking like he had just spent the last few hours fucking. God and his eyes were so dark, swirling with desire as his blue irises devoured me. He smirked at me, letting his hand slide up my throat slowly, trailing up my neck and settling his grip on my jaw. His thumb traced my bottom lip, the touch so soft and yet my bruised lips ached anyway. "Kiss me." He growled, the words almost a moan. Fucking shit, I berated myself, get it together Ian. When I didn't move he let his hand slide back down my throat before he pulled away completely. He stared at me, his expression unreadable. Just what the fuck did he want from me? "Now." His eyes narrowed and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy.