Smoke and Wishes (Best Wishes #1)(34)
Camden
Pushing open the door to our dorm room, I tossed my bag onto the chair to the left. The door was nearly closed before I felt a muscled body slam me into the door closing it behind us. Within a heartbeat, Nik’s left hand cupped my jaw, his right fists my shirt against my chest. I felt his lips slant against mine moving hungrily as his hard cock pressed against my thigh. The show of dominance and urgency surprised me, but I couldn’t bring myself to be disappointed. Blood pumped forcefully through me at the feeling of how he ground against me.
Matching Nik's forceful claiming, I grabbed his hips roughly, nipping at his bottom lip before placing a soft kiss on his lips to soothe the sting. I pulled back expecting Nik to say what had come over him, but he’s not done. Far from it. Nik's tongue ran along the seam of my lips urging me to open. Breathless at the display of assertive need, I found myself inexplicably drawn to it. Unable to deny him, I opened my mouth allowing him to sweep in. Our passionate kiss had me moaning against his mouth. His tongue met mine stroke for stroke. Letting him take the lead, he guided us back towards the bedrooms.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you, treating me to such a nice surprise,” I murmured against his lips, my fingertips tracing the line of his waistband. He whimpered in response, his assertive front fizzled out to near begging beneath my touch. Despite my pressing, he stays silent, keeping whatever set him off to himself. Guess I’ll just have to push him a little further.
I smirked, wrapping my other hand around his neck. His pulse jumped at the contact, aching for the pressure I could bring him if I wanted. My heart leapt at the power I felt at his need to be dominated. Barely squeezing, I slid my fingers from his waistband up under his thermal. The hard dips of his muscles met my fingers, tremors shook his abs as I traced them with a single finger.
Gripping the edge of his shirt, I released his neck and ripped his shirt over his head. His perfectly styled hair mussed in the process. I growled deep within my chest at the sight of his sculpted body. Unable to wait, I hungrily moved my lips against his. I trailed rough kisses and bites across his jaw to his ear. Wanting to please me, he angled his head back and bared his neck to me. I yanked my glasses off and dropped them without care onto his desk before pressing a hot kiss to his thundering pulse.
“What do you want?” I whispered, my breath bringing goosebumps to his sensitive skin. “Tell me,” I commanded forcefully.
“I want you to feed from me,” gravelly words were even rougher, thick with heat. Threading my fingers into his hair, I gripped at the roots holding his head still.
“Beg, Nikolai,” his pulse thundered in my ears. My cock ached at his submissive act, wanting to dominate and fill him. Beg, I mentally urged, needing to hear it.
“Bite me, King, please,” I shuddered at my nickname on his lips. Without further delay, I sank my fangs into his neck. As soon as they pierced his skin, his moans grew frantic. The coppery tang of him exploded on my tongue, moaning at the exquisite taste. I removed my hand from his hair to rub him over his jeans, his thrashing body jerking against me. Making sure to not take too much or lose control, I focused on massaging the bulge cupped in my hand.
After a few long pulls, I licked the puncture wounds to start the healing process. When I released him, his hands immediately shifted my shirt up my chest. The calluses of his palms deliciously rough against my nipples as I removed the article of clothing the rest of the way. I grabbed his jaw bringing his face to mine again, his mouth opening under my relentless nips to his bottom lip. Fire burned through me as he unbuttoned my jeans dropping to the floor on his knees. Kicking off the denim, I threaded my fingers through his thick hair. His hands clasped behind his back waiting patiently submissive for me to fuck his mouth. When his lips opened obediently, I thrust in slowly reveling in the wet heat of his tongue on the bottom of my shaft.
Gritting my teeth at the near painful levels of pleasure that flooded my body, I held him in place, shifting my hips back before pressing forward. My own moans and pants filled the air as I picked up my pace, his mouth perfectly molding to me at every thrust. A broken growl rumbled in my chest when Nik’s throat started to vibrate, his humming bringing me to the edge of release. Oh, fuck. Unable to hold back my cry, I emptied deep in his throat, his tongue lapping every bit of my cum as I pulled out.
“Good boy,” my voice was foreign to my own ears, breathy and rough. He stayed on his knees, head tilted back towards me. Very good boy, I traced the sharp angles of his face with my fingertips before closing my fist around his throat. A rumbling eliminated from his chest at the feeling, pleasure ripping down his body in a harsh shiver. Pulling up gently, he stood, my hand still wrapped around his neck. After another moment, I released the pressure and ran my palm down his chest and Kolovrat tattoo until I reached the rough material of his black jeans. He helped unbutton them, his throbbing hard cock springing out from behind the denim as soon as they were pushed down his lean hips.
I gave him a small shove, and he landed onto his back in the middle of his bed. Crawling up, I wedged myself between his open legs and leaned over him. Shifting my thigh to press into his cock, I watched hungrily as his back arched, causing his chest to brush against mine. I bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise and ran my fingers ran through his disheveled hair. Pressing my lips against his ear, I moved my hand between us to stroke him.
“Now, should it be your turn, or should I make you wait…” I squeezed tightly on his balls while my thumb brushes over his tip the way he loved it. Taking him to the brink of pain warped with pleasure, his moan broke with a strangled cry. Music to my fucking ears.