Nyx 1: Curse of the Catastrophe Cat (Mafia Reverse Harem Poly)

1.32 Topped From The Bottom

Topped From The Bottom

Rourke AKAThe Viking

At my limit, I finally say aloud what I've been asking in my head. That tease between Grimm's natures that has had me watching him the past months. Trying to assign some box in my head.

The question, if not offer to end the anticipation, hangs in the room. Right until the minute the taller nerd stands walking around the counter straddling my open leg stance.

"Alright Top," that grin plays a moment with those light-brown eyes of his brightening as they meet mine; hips flexing in Grimm's straddled position over me on the bar stool.

"No games, no strings, no payment. Head one time only." I'm not sure what to do with a guy, but settling my hands on his flexing thighs to get through the permissions portion is easy enough.

"I'm just as curious as you, Rick." Even without the words, I see the carnal interest. The raw hunger in his gold eyes, that tints them red the more of me they take in. Also taking in the zing of a unique and new identifier.

New as the situation, and a name utterly unique to him. Regardless of my first name being Alaric, only a handful of people have ever gotten away

with calling me that. The instant shiver is as much a confession as the rest just how deep the situation already is.

"I don't respond well to harsh handling, but I'm not giving away any more than that," Grimm adds, looking over my body as he strips my shirt.

The level of lust in his amber gaze is one I generally have to work to get. Grimm bites his lip, and it's the first time I'm letting myself fall into the obsession I could never wrap my head around in the past when it came to him.

I can blame it on the attacks, the failure, the world crumbling around me all I want, but I knew this is where we were headed since Grimm made the comment, and so did Vince.

Grimm's hands replace the fabric of my long sleeve, and his hips flex with some Magic Mike shit that brings him back to eye level with me. "What's about to happen is simple. You decide you want to tangle with me again, it's going to be as expensive as it is complicated." The grin that plays on his round, puffed mouth is a side I'm not used to seeing.

One that proves he's thought about it as many times as I have. Also, one that says that 'complications', will be inevitable after this. Knowing all too well the exact expression, I've used on as many marks as I have subs.

And fuck if I don't bite the bait he just threw at me. "Sit still if you want to walk it through, Puppy." I warn because guy or not, the grind of his hips puts strippers to shame, and none of the blood is staying in my head.

No matter how fucking cute he acts, Grimm has never been afraid of me. But he's never been this, either. His lips hitting mine stop the thought, as much as end the internal notion that the kid's gotta be a clueless virgin, as much as his rocking pelvis.

It's natural for my hands to settle on his thighs. Slide up with his tongue wrapping around mine. The weight on my shoulders melts in his fingers, and here I am making out with a man for the second time in my life.

There isn't a woman between us though.

Grimm's mouth dips from my lips to my jaw. I intake a sharp breath, squeezing his ass with half of my neck swallowed and subject to the suck and nip, undoing my reservations.

I've always stopped the fantasy before I could play out a full scene, and am not prepared for the boiling response between my legs as Grimm teases me to a level I don't think I've ever reached as fast.