Alaric
I arched off the bed with a strangled moan, the pleasure shooting straight to my cock. He sucked and licked, alternating between soft, teasing circles and firm pulls that made my toes curl.
His hand stayed wrapped around my cock now, stroking me slowly in time with every swirl of his tongue on my nipple.
"Fuck, Nico…" I groaned, my voice breaking.
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention, sucking until it was hard and aching, his tongue teasing the peak relentlessly.
I threaded my fingers through his curls, holding him there as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
My ankle throbbed dully in the background, but the pain was nothing compared to the overwhelming need building inside me.
Nico finally lifted his head, his lips shiny and swollen, and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. "You taste even better than I imagined," he whispered in a rough voice.
