Blessing in Disguise (MM)

Chapter Twenty Two

NICK'S POV

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"Come on," Aris' voice is raspy and seductive. "Let me have one taste."

I glance down to find a stack of pancakes and syrup coating my fingers. My brows clench together as I stare back up at Aris. He's closer now. I focus on his lips and the way he smiles, smirks and then rolls his tongue over his teeth subtly.

My throat clenches as I watch him. He leans over to take my wrist in his hand, fingers smoothing over the inside where my veins are. "One taste," he whispers with those big blue eyes full of determination and lust.

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I can't take my eyes off him.

That handsome face. He does have a handsome face. I've just never admitted it.

"Come on, Nick," he whispers again as his breath tickles my jaw. I clench at the sound but I don't stop him when he grabs my hand to his face. I watch him carefully as he takes my index finger and middle finger that is dripping with syrup. "Let me taste you."

Then he slips my fingers deep inside his warm mouth. He swirls his tongue across the tips and I close my eyes with satisfaction. How does this feel so good?

Aris hums around my two digits and when I open my eyes, he's already staring at me with dilated pupils. He sucks my fingers hard. Fuck. It's making me hard. It's the fact he doesn't look away for a single second. He holds me captive and I'm in a state of euphoria.

After a few moments, Aris slips my clean fingers out of his mouth and offers me a smug smile. "Yeah, I knew you'd taste sweet."

I shudder. Shit.

"Aris–" I murmur.

"Shhh," he steps towards me and presses his nose against the edge of my jaw. "Let me make you feel good. I know you deserve it. I know you want it."

My foot takes a step back and I'm pressed up against the fridge, Aris nipping at my chin which makes me groan. It feels good. It feels so fucking good and I can't stop him. I don't want to stop him.

"Tell me," he rasps, pressing a kiss to my jaw. "Tell me you want it."

I peek my eyes down at him as his lashes brush his cheek when he pecks my skin. My throat tenses and I release a nod. "I-I," the words are strangled and he's torturing me. "I want it."

"I know," he flashes me a devilish grin before placing a hand on my cheek and covering my mouth with his.

I melt into the kiss immediately, grabbing onto him as he presses his body into mine. I've nowhere to go with my back firmly against the fridge. He dominates me and I can barely think, I can barely breathe.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I moan when mine brushes against him. Fuck. I clutch him harder, deepening the kiss because I need more. I'll die if I don't have more.

Aris' teeth graze my bottom lip which makes me hiss with a spike of heat. He slides his body in against mine and I gasp into his mouth when I feel his crotch brush against mine–but he's hard and I'm throbbing for him.

He places a hand to my chest and slowly moves south, it feels like torture and I'm shaking in anticipation. Is he going to touch me? I think I want him to touch me.

I bite his lip this time when his fingers rest over my belt and then he slips them in–

My alarm starts blasting, jolting me awake like I'd heard a round of gunshots. I press my back into the headboard and take a few short breaths. A hand runs down my face as my alarm continues to play. I curse under my breath and turn it off.