Chapter 8

Raising my head, I glanced up at Niccolò, sprawled across his bed, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements. He whined low in his throat, and I took the hint, lowering my head again to take another experimental lick up the length of his erection. I'd thought about this moment too many times in my imagination, but imagining it and actually experiencing it were two completely different things. He was so warm and solid against me. So real. A man. Something I'd been curious about for so long, and now he was here, and I was so overwhelmed in the best way. I kept vacillating between nerves and excitement, and Nic was being so patient and letting me do what I wanted to him.

Not that it was a hardship for him. I took in his lust-blown pupils, his pretty mouth wide as he stared down at me, completely enraptured. Swiping another bead of precum from the head of his cock—and that was a taste I could definitely get used to—I trailed my hand up the warm skin of his thigh, his muscles flexing beneath my palm.

"Ben." His voice was breathless. "D-do you want me to suck you? I'm very good at it."

Releasing his dick, I grinned up at him. "Yeah, I have no doubt that you are. But I want to suck you, and then get my dick inside you. Save the blow job for round two?"

His eyes widened, and he nodded instantly. "Round two. Yes. But, Ben…" Biting down on his lip, he eyed me from beneath his lashes, and his expression made my dick throb. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This whole—" He paused to wave his hand in my direction. "—you thing is really doing it for me."

"We'd better get on with it, then." Lowering my head again, I closed my mouth around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin, and then released him. Fuck. Back to being nervous again. "Uh, how do we?—"

"It won't take much. I played around earlier today, did some scenes for my FBO. I can use my fingers, or if you want?—"

"Can you use your dildo?" The second the question was out of my mouth, I cursed under my breath, slapping my hand over my face. My entire face was boiling, and from the wide smile I could see through the gap between my fingers, he knew exactly what I was referring to.

Collapsing onto the bed next to Niccolò, I buried my face in his pillow. He laughed, smoothing a hand down my back, before lightly slapping my ass. I jumped, twisting to the side, and forced myself to meet his gaze.

"Someone's been stalking my FBO. Did you like my pictures, bello? Did you watch any of my videos?"

We couldn't have this conversation now. I needed a distraction, and fast.

Angling my body forwards, I placed my mouth to Nic's ear. "We have way more interesting things to do than talk." Kissing the soft skin just below his ear, I placed a chain of kisses down the side of his face and onto his smooth jaw, finally capturing his lips and pulling him into my arms.

He sighed against my mouth, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body into mine. My dick, which had flagged slightly during my moment of embarrassment, became a steel bar against his erection, and I pulled him even closer, taking the opportunity to get my hands on his gorgeous ass as I did so.

We kissed until we were breathless, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding together, riding a knife edge. I dared to press a finger into the crease of Nic's ass and he moaned, tearing his mouth away from mine.

"Fuck. Ben. Wait. Stop. You need. We need. Dick. In me."

"Yeah," I rasped. "Need inside you."

He crawled over to the side of the bed, tugging a drawer open, and then threw a foil packet and a half-empty bottle of lube at me. "Get ready."

As I rolled the condom over my aching erection, I caught a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye, and I couldn't stop my gasp.

"My favourite dildo." Niccolò shot me a knowing look, caressing the marbled length, all blues and aquamarines. When he'd finished smearing lube over it, he crawled back over to me. "Do you recognise it?"

"Uh, yeah." Fuck. I'd been trying to avoid conversations about me stalking his FBO, especially when we were doing sexy things in his bed. "Show me what you like to do with it."

Smiling, he leaned back against the headboard and then patted the space in front of him. "Sit here."

When I was seated to his liking, he shifted onto his hands and knees, facing away from me. "You wanted to see. See."

Widening his legs, he placed the head of the toy to his hole, and pressed forwards.

"Oh, fuck," I murmured, watching him open up for the dildo, wishing more than anything that it was my cock filling him. "Nic. That's—this is like live porn. Better than live porn."

"Much better," he panted, the dildo now all the way inside him. "You like?"

"I fucking love. I want— Can I take over?"

"Mmm. Please do."

My legs were shaking, my mouth was dry, and I'd never been more turned on in my life. Positioning myself behind him, I admired the sight for a moment before I wrapped my fingers around the base of the dildo and carefully tugged it free. Letting it drop to the sheets, I stroked my cock, just once, lined myself up, and then pushed inside him.

It was like nothing I'd imagined it would be, and everything I'd imagined it would be at the same time. Being surrounded by Niccolò, his body covered by mine, both of us moving together, our pace increasing as we found our rhythm… I knew right then that this couldn't only be a one-time thing. I'd found it impossible to get him out of my head as it was, and now… I'd succumbed to the temptation of Niccolò Rossi, and once would never be enough.

"Bennett. Yes," he moaned, pushing back, one hand going down between us to grip his cock. I wanted to be the one to touch him, but I was struggling to stay in control, to get him to make those breathy noises when my cock hit him just right, to hold him in place so I could keep up my pounding rhythm, giving him what we both wanted. Multitasking was beyond me. This time. There'd be a next time, if he wanted that.

"You feel so good," I panted against his neck. "Gonna come."

"Come, Ben. Come inside me. Please."

His desperate words sent me hurtling over the edge, my cock throbbing, filling the condom with my release. He whimpered, his hand moving faster, and then he jerked against me, his cock shooting cum over the sheets beneath us. I held him through it, shuddering against him as the aftershocks raced through our bodies.

We ended up cuddling on his bed, and after a little while of having him curled up against me, his warm breaths skating across the crook of my neck, I realised something.

This wasn't only about the sex.

I liked this part just as much as the things we'd done earlier.

I wanted more of it.

I wanted Niccolò to be mine.

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"I couldn't help myself. I thought, y'know, after the kiss, that I should draw a line under it. But I found your account, and I couldn't stay away."

"I am very tempting. I don't blame you." Niccolò gave me a wicked grin, and I found myself leaning in to kiss his nose, which wasn't something I'd ever had the urge to do to anyone before.

"You are." My gaze flicked to the corner of his bedroom, where I could see my hoodie peeking out from the bottom of a pile of clothes, haphazardly balanced on the edge of his desk. "Speaking of your FBO, I noticed my hoodie in the background of one of your pictures. Or Ander did, anyway."

"Ander's subscribed to my FBO account?" His mouth fell open, his body freezing against me.

"No. I, uh, I showed him your account when I was talking to him about you."

Niccolò relaxed, snuggling back into me and pressing a kiss to my chest. "Not that I mind, but it's Ander. He made us go in a cupboard. A cupboard! He doesn't deserve nice things after that."

"JJ, too."

"Yeah. We'll get them back, somehow. You're very cuddly. In a muscly way."

I huffed out a laugh. "Glad to hear it. Are you gonna tell me about my hoodie?"

Burrowing into my neck, he shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean for it to be on camera. I…I like it. It's warm, and it reminded me of you."

Smoothing my hand down his back, I let my eyes drift shut, relaxing in this moment with him. "Don't be sorry. You couldn't really see it in the photo. I don't think anyone would have really noticed. Too busy looking at you to notice your surroundings. I know I was."

"It could do with being a bit more glittery," he mumbled.

My eyes opened. "You say that because you're a little magpie." Lifting his hand, I kissed one of his sparkly blue fingernails.

I felt his smile against my skin. "That's what my housemate calls me." A yawn followed the smile, and I wrapped my arms more tightly around him.

"Nic? Before you fall asleep, can I ask you something?" When he raised his head, I said, "I don't want to pressure you or make this sound too serious, but I want to make sure we're on the same page. Is this just sex—and I want you to know that I'm okay if it is—or are you interested in anything else with me?"

He studied me intently for a moment. "Anything else like what?"

"Like…like going on a date. You and me."

His gaze dropped to my chest. There was a long, long pause, and my heart sank, but I did my best to keep my disappointment from showing on my face. Fucking hell, I shouldn't even be this bothered about it. Of course he wouldn't want more from me than sex—why would he? Having fun and fucking around was one thing, but a date was a completely different thing. A thing with expectations, even if it was casual.

Eventually, he met my eyes again. He gave me the shyest, sweetest smile I'd ever seen, pink dusting his cheeks as he spoke. "I'd really like to go on a date with you, Bennett Archer."

He would? My own smile spread across my face as happiness filled me, warming me from the inside. "Okay. We'll go."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."