Chapter 15

15

NIKO

"I needed to do this."

King pushes my door open, grabbing me around the waist, and hauling me into his body. Gripping my chin, he forces me to lock eyes on him. He slowly leans his face down. I know he's giving me time to turn away if I don't want this, but fuck do I want it. I want this kiss so damn badly.

His lips gently touch mine.

Tentatively.

Unsure.

Wanting him to know I'm all in, I hold onto his hips, pushing up and taking his mouth with mine. He moans into my mouth, pulling me tighter against him. Slowly moving one of my hands up, I grab onto the back on his neck, pulling at his hair lightly. This kiss is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It’s a shock to my system, and I know I'll never stop craving his mouth.

He pulls away slowly, a whimper escaping my lips. Before he can get too far away, I push him up against the wall and attack his mouth again. He encloses his arms around my waist and lifts, my legs wrapping around him easily. He's holding me steady, but his hands are shaking against my lower back.

I stop kissing him and pull back. "Are you okay?" I ask, my finger caressing his warm cheek.

"Huh?" He looks up at me with hooded eyes. "I'm perfect. Why?"

"You're shaking."

"Huh." He chuckles, sliding one hand up and down my back under my shirt. "I've been wanting to kiss you for so long, so I might be a little nervous."

"Oh," I breathe out, loving this moment even more. Tilting forward, I kiss him again, ravishing him. I sweep my tongue into his mouth, both of my hands in his dark locks now.

We're a panting, moaning mess while we both attack each other with our mouths. He releases his hold on me and I slide down his body, his hands still on my ass. He squeezes each cheek roughly, then pulls away. One of his hands finds my beanie, and I freeze.

"Can I see?" he inquires, an unsure tone in his voice.

"Um." Looking into his eyes, I don't see fear or curiosity, I see an emotion brimming on the edge, but I can't quite place it. "Sure."

King pulls off my beanie, each of my vipers slowly awakening from their trance. "Hi, guys. Sorry I made you go to sleep." I shove at his chest playfully, barking out a laugh. "Is that how it works?" He tilts his head, rubbing Lox's head.

"Yeah. Whenever something sexual is going on or is about to happen, there's a chemical I can release that puts them into a trance. That way they aren't there with me. It's all me during that time."

"I kind of love that, but also kind of hate it. I want all of you."

"You can still have all of me. My snakes will be awake any other time of the day, just not during that."

"Got it. Can I kiss you again?"

Laughing, I shake my head. "Did you really wake them up only to force them back to sleep?"

"No... Well, technically, yes, but that wasn't my intention. I only wanted to see all of you." My heart beats wildly at his admission, knowing that seeing my vipers is a part of seeing me. That a human wants to see me up close and personal and not just in a naked way, but in a I want to know you way. "I'm going to go to bed now, but damn… Will I get to kiss you again?"

"I guess we'll just have to see how things go tomorrow," I joke, knowing I can't wait to get my lips on him again.

King wraps one arm around my waist as he leans down and kisses my cheek. "Goodnight, Niko.”

"Goodnight, Kingston," I whisper. With a grin, I brush my fingers against my cheek, where the heat of his lips seems to linger.

Once the door is shut behind him, I fall back onto my plush black comforter and take a deep breath. Kicking my feet on the bed, I squeal silently, hoping that he can't hear me. I know I've dreamt about it tons of times, probably more times than I care to admit, but kissing King was more than I could have ever imagined.

And I can't wait to do it again.

Walking out of my room the next morning, I walk up to the bathroom door about to push it open. The door swings inward and I come face to face with a naked King. Well, not completely naked. He's wearing a red towel around his waist. But everything else is all skin.

Droplets of water fall down his muscular chest leading into the towel. I can finally see his nipple piercings, and I want to bite them. There's a barbell in each blush pink nipple, and my attention is stuck on them. My eyes greedily roam down his warm, tan body, landing on the bulge in his towel. I watch as his dick starts to swell, lifting the towel, and I finally dart my eyes back up.

"Like what you see?" He smirks, his eyebrow raised gleefully.

"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." My eyes travel back down his body, and I imagine what it would be like if I snatched his towel off and watched it fall to the floor. Would he let me get on my knees and suck his dick? Or would he pull me back up and say we shouldn't do that?

"It's okay." He rubs his hand around his dark happy trail and I whimper, wishing it was my hand instead. His hand starts moving in the direction of his dick, before he stops and trails it back up while snickering. He's fucking teasing me.

Clearing my throat, I swallow roughly before choking out, "Do you have time for our tutoring session today?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine. Uh, could we actually do it here today instead of at the library?"

"Sure."

"Yeah?" he asks excitedly, rocking on his feet.

"Yeah, why not? Let me shower and change, and I'll meet you in my room?"

"See you soon."

I rush through my shower, making sure to wash my important parts but not spend too much time in there. The snakes are mad since I didn’t give them time to play around in the water, but they'll forgive me. Maybe. Hopefully. They do tend to get angry if they don’t get their play time. But fuck it, my own play time is more important.

Skidding to a stop in my room, I quickly pull on some gray basketball shorts, forgoing my briefs. I debate whether or not I should put on a shirt. Fucking hell. Rolling my eyes, I slide my white shirt over my head while chastising myself. Of course, I need to fucking wear a shirt. All we're going to do is study. And if something does happen, then I don't want King to think that was my intention all along. Even if it kind of is.

In the corner of my room is a small oak desk with a single chair that I usually do all my work in. However, I know there's not enough space for both King and I. I turn in a circle, looking around my small dorm. There’s a dresser across from my bed and my desk. Okay, so maybe this isn't the best place for us to study. My eyes move to the mattress, and I shake my head. No, we can't study there.

Well... Maybe we can.

I gather up all my textbooks and supplies, dumping them onto the blanket. Once I have everything I need, I rush to my door ready to hurry and get King, only to come face to face with the man himself waiting at my door.

"Hi," I say breathlessly.

"You ready to study?" he asks, looking over my shoulder into my room.

"Mmhmm." I nervously wring my hands before gesturing to all the items laid out. "I got everything all set up here. Come on."

King shuts the door quietly and follows me over to the bed. We sit against my headboard, our books spread out in front of us. We spend the next thirty minutes going over an assignment. After covering simple equations, we decide to take a break. I whip out a water bottle while King massages his shoulder. I hungrily watch as he raises his arms and stretches, the slits in his sleeveless shirt letting me see his nipple piercings again.

"Did it hurt to get those pierced?"

Keeping his hands in the air, he leans his head down to the side to look at the piercings. "Nothing more than a pinch really. I want to get my dick pierced, but I don't know if I’m ready for that yet."

The water I was drinking goes down the wrong pipe, and I choke. "Your dick… pierced?"

"Yeah, not right now, of course. But one day." Fuck, I hope I'm around to be able to see that. King crowds into my space and lowers his voice, sending trembles through my body. "So... Since we're taking a break, can I kiss you now?"

I bob my head quickly, eager to feel his lips against mine. We both lean forward, and King places a gentle peck on my lips. Oh, no, that won't do. I push at his chest, and he scoots until his back is against the headboard. I straddle his lap, sifting my hands through his hair. He moans when I tug gently, and I laugh, loving that he reacts to me this way.

I finally kiss him again, my tongue sliding inside, tangling with his. His hands find my ass, rubbing softly while my own are still in his hair. I pull him roughly, his head flinging back to expose his neck. I dip down and lick a stripe up the side of his throat before stopping right in the middle and sucking hard. King groans, his hands tightening on my ass. Sucking hard, I hum, knowing I'm going to leave him a mark. I quickly pull off his throat and tilt my head.

"Hmm..." I murmur, touching the spot with my finger. "Not dark enough." Latching back onto his neck, I suck again, needing the mark on him to be more purple. There's a primal need inside me to let everyone know he's mine.

Holy shit.

I want a human to be mine.

No.

I want King to be mine.

Yes, that. Hell, I want him so damn much. Moving back to his mouth, I kiss him, sucking his bottom lip then playfully biting him. He doesn't jerk away from me. No, instead he gets closer. His hands drag me as close as I can get, then he attacks my mouth as though he's trying to crawl inside me.

"I need more," I moan, arching my back and grinding onto him. Fuck, I love having his hands on me.

"Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you. Fuck, I'll give you anything." He nibbles up the side of my neck, my body shivering from the touch. He takes his time kissing up the column of my throat and I writhe, tossing my head back and forth.

"My cock. Touch my dick. I need to have your hands on me. Please." I pant, needing him more than I need my next breath of air.

"Take off your shorts," his gruff voice commands as his fingers dip into my waistband.

I jump off him, landing on the other side of the bed. I reach onto the bed, shoving all the studying supplies to the floor. Fuck it, I’ll worry about them later. With one hand, I easily pull off my shorts, shoving them down my legs.

"Are you not wearing any underwear?" his husky voice purrs. When I glance at him, he's not looking at me, but at my cock.

"I might have hoped this would happen." I shrug cheekily, with not a single ounce of shame.

"Fuck, me too. Now get your ass in my lap." King shoves his own shorts and briefs down his legs, scooting his body down the bed until he's lying flat on his back. His hand finds his hard cock, sliding up and down slowly. Teasing me, calling out to me. "Do you have lube?"

"Yes," I breathe, rushing off the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube that I keep hidden in my dresser. Jumping back on the mattress, I flick the cap open, pouring some onto King's dick, then slathering my own with it. Straddling his legs again, I line us up so our dicks are side by side. He's definitely longer and thicker than me, but by the way his eyes are fixated on my dick, I don't think it bothers him too much.

His eyes jerk up to mine, his pupils blown wide. Fuck, he's so damn turned on. He reaches out tentatively, grabbing us both in his hand. My eyes roll back into my head at the sensation of him touching me. His kiss was out of this world, but having his hands on me is like being in a different dimension.

"Fucking jerk me, Kingston. Make me come," I demand rocking my hips.

"I like when you call me that," he whispers, his hand stroking our dicks harder. Moving his hand out of the way, I grab hold of his dick, while putting his hand back on my cock. His big hand is rough and calloused, and that extra texture sends a shiver down my spine.

"Damn, this feels so good." We're both panting heavily, neither of us letting the other go. Throwing my head back, I rock my body, helping him a little bit with the motion. Our dicks slide together easily, the lube making a mess, mixing with our leaking dicks. His other hand slides up to my nape, squeezing hard. "Kiss me."

I lean forward and lose myself in his kiss. There's something addicting about the way he kisses, the way he takes control, but gives it up when he can tell I need it. The way his plump lips fit perfectly with mine like a matching puzzle piece. His body tenses right before he spurts cum all over my hand. Seeing the mess of white sticky cum everywhere has me arching my back and unleashing all over him.

Falling forward, I lay in the mess of us, his arms circling around me and holding me close. Turning my head, I rest on his pec, his breathing lulling my body into a relaxed state.

"I know we should get cleaned up, but I really love having you in my arms," he whispers, tightening his hold on me as though I'm going to jump up and walk away. And honestly? A month ago, I might have done just that. But the closer I've gotten to King, the more I realize there's something special about him, something I want to know more of.

I whisper back, snuggling in. "I kind of really love being here."