Pretty Boy Pleasure

Chapter 1: IAN

CHAPTER 1

IAN'S P.O.V

Nikolai.

God he sure was nice to look at. His mouth was moving, quickly might I add, and his eyebrows were scrunched together. Was he mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Probably. I couldn't remember what that might be. I was too busy watching his plump lips move. He took a step closer, still worked up about something. He was so tall. I didn't mind. He was a mountain I was more than willing to climb. "Fickle." He scoffed, snapping me out of my sexual fantasy. I pouted, not really sure what that word meant, but almost certain it was an insult. "Childish. Annoying. Idiotic." He continued to list adjectives and I decided to watch my reflection in his sunglasses. Wow, I wasn't half bad, I thought as I chuckled to myself. "Ian!"

"What?" I gasped, realizing I had gotten distracted again.

"You. Dont. Listen!" He stepped even closer, most likely expecting me to step back. I did not. "You're honestly infuriating!"

I wanted to tease him. I wanted to see what his cheeks looked like filled with blood. Would his whole face flush? What did his cock look like? Judging from the rest of him, I doubt he would disappoint. I'd heard a few stories from a couple girls in my social circle, but nothing concrete. They said he tried to keep things very discreet. The exact opposite of me. He was still ranting, but he wasn't quite worked up enough for my taste. I wanted to see him lose his shit. "Try as hard as you want to hide it, but I know you're just saying that because you want to bone." I finally said, completely projecting my own desires onto him.

That shut him up. He stopped talking, his gorgeous lips finally still. I could see my reflection in his glasses, staring at him with all the flippant expectation I could muster. What would he say to that? I smiled a cocky little half smile, sure I had stumped him.

I was taken by complete surprise when he closed the gap between us, pressing his mouth to mine with the force of all the frustration I'd caused him. I almost fell over and instinctually wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss until we were both pulling away out of breath and vaguely disheveled. He was breathing heavy, reaching up to fix his sunglasses, but I beat him to it. I pulled the glasses off, trying not to gasp when his eyes blinked open. As he adjusted to the light in the room, I adjusted to the color of his eyes. They were the most unique blue I had ever seen. Pale, but shining, almost like the freshest ocean shore you'd ever seen. They seemed to swirl and deepen, making me bite my lip. "Um," he mumbled.

I shushed him, hopping onto the desk behind me and spreading my legs wide in invitation. I never made a move on Nikolai before because I was never the type to come onto straight guys. I wanted to be dominated and that had to come from someone with a certain level of confidence in their sexuality. Still, he had kissed me. I put his sunglasses on, looking at him through the lenses with which he viewed me. I wondered if he could see his reflection in the lenses. Did he see how turned on he looked?

I crooked my finger, beckoning him towards me. Would he dare? I smirked as his lack of hesitation sent him slamming his crotch against mine, so hard I was shocked it didn't hurt. He grabbed me by the throat, something I had heard from the girls he was into, and ripped the sunglasses off. He stared into my eyes for a few seconds as we sized each other up. Who would be the first one to cave? He tightened his grip on my throat and I gasped, a soft moan escaping me as I closed my eyes. What could I say? I had a masochistic side. Nikolai groaned, the sound a cross between horniness and pain.

I opened my eyes slowly, staring into Nikolai's eyes and realizing for the first time how attracted to him I really was. "If I kiss you again... you're mine." He whispered, only an inch or so from my lips.