Page 39 of Just A Little Fling

“I’m so down for that.”

CHAPTERTEN

LEVI

At Nico’s agreement, my resolve to keep my hands above the waist vanished. I nudged his face so I could look directly into his dark eyes. They were bright and shining, as was his grin. I’d been good long enough.

I dropped my head to reach his mouth. Without any hesitation, his lips allowed my tongue entry. Everything felt right again. Our tongues stroked and rubbed against each other. Each pass sent a jolt straight to my cock.

“Babbo, don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” Nico asked when he wrenched his mouth away from mine. We sucked in air like drowning men. My fingers threaded through his hair and pulled him back down for a quick, hard kiss.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I gasped.

Nico turned in my arms and threw his leg over my lap so he was firmly straddling my pelvis. Our cocks strained against each other, and we both knew where we wanted this to go. I pulled his mouth back to mine for another searing kiss. He moaned deeply when I sought the wet heat of his mouth. My hands found their way underneath his T-shirt, and I stroked the smooth planes of his back. Nico responded by slipping his hands under my T-shirt and finding his way to my nipples, where he lightly ran his fingernails across the now-hard buds.

“Babbo, you know how you didn’t have a sippy cup for me?”

“Yeah, I know,” I answered and hoped he heard the regret in my voice. “I’m gonna fix that for you, baby.”

“Maybe there’s something that’s almost like that.” When he spoke, Nico licked his lips and looked down hungrily at my chest.

I knew exactly the direction he wanted to go. I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the ground. Nico chuckled because he knew I never threw my clothes anywhere but the hamper or folded them neatly on the chair.

“Babbo, clothes on the floor is bad. It’s naughty.”

“Little boy, unless you want to do a quick clean, I would suggest you don’t worry about it.”

Nico zipped his lips, turned the key, and tossed it over his shoulder. I chuckled at his silliness. This carefree happiness was what had been missing. Before, while I knew we had both enjoyed ourselves, there was always something not quite at ease. Nico had always seemed on edge, no matter how much I sought to reassure him. Now I understood it and viscerally felt the difference in his demeanor and relaxation. This was the thing missing for him. “Do you want to suckle?”

“Uh-huh.”

Nico nuzzled his nose along my throat, giving small butterfly kisses as he made his way down my chest. When he reached the nipple closest to him, his tongue darted out for a quick swipe and then returned for a longer lick.

“Go on, baby, you can suck me.”

That was all the permission Nico needed. He latched onto my nipple, and I felt the rhythmic pulling of his mouth against my skin. My nipple was in his mouth while he used his tongue to flick against its hard point. Shards of desire pricked my skin as I felt every pull and tug. My mind was a nonstop explosion of fireworks because never had anyone paid so much attention to that part of my body. After a few minutes, Nico unlatched himself and looked up at me with inquiring eyes.

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s not too much, Babbo?”

“No, it felt good.”

Nico gave me a self-satisfied smile and returned to kiss his way across my chest to my unattended nipple. He took that one in his mouth and sucked while his hand played with my other one. He left each a tight bud with a flat of his tongue on one and the pad of his thumb on the other, and I was the one moaning. I felt his smile against my skin.

“Sweet Boy, you’re killing me,” I ground out.

Nico’s only response was to giggle. I’d been mindlessly kneading his thigh muscle, but I needed so much more. I slid my hand under the waistband of his sweats and encountered bare skin.

“Naughty boy, not wearing any underwear. I bet that means you’re making a mess in your pants.” I used my thumb to play with the wet head of his cock. “Yep, you’re leaking all over your sweats and making a mess.” Nico’s breathing turned quick and shallow. He pulled off my nipple and sat up straighter.

“I sorry. You gonna punish me?”

I used my nail to gently trace along the underside vein of his cock. Nico shuddered at my touch and his shallow breathing became more erratic. Precum leaked from his cock, creating an even bigger mess in his sweats. I kept his cockhead close to the cloth so it would quickly be a bigger wet stain.

“I might have to, baby. Naughty boys who make messes in their pants need to remember to put on their underwear.”

“It’s hard to remember.”

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