Drive me Wild, Rival(BL)

Nico

I pulled Alaric up from his knees and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. His body was flushed and trembling against mine, still naked and leaking from the blowjob.

I spun him around without a word, bending him over the marble island so his chest pressed against the cool surface and his ass was presented to me.

I dropped to my knees behind him.

My hands spread his cheeks wide, and I leaned in, dragging my tongue slowly over his tight hole.

Alaric jerked violently, a broken moan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck—Nico!"

I didn’t stop. I licked him again, teasingly this time, circling the rim with the flat of my tongue before pushing inside.

He was tight and hot, clenching around the intrusion as I fucked him with my tongue, eating him open with wet, filthy strokes.

I sucked on the rim, then speared my tongue deeper, devouring him like I was starving.

"Oh Nico fucking Park!" he screamed out, his voice echoing off the kitchen walls.

I grabbed his hips harder, pulling him back onto my face, burying my tongue as deep as it would go.

Alaric’s legs shook, his cock dripping steadily onto the marble beneath him.

When I finally pulled back, his hole was shiny and fluttering.

I stood up, pressed my body against his back, and wrapped one hand around his throat from behind.

I didn’t squeeze hard. It was just enough to feel his pulse racing under my palm and remind him who was in control.

"You taste so fucking good," I growled against his ear, tightening my grip slightly.

Alaric moaned, pushing back against me, his throat working under my fingers.

I grabbed the lube, slicked my fingers generously, and pushed two inside him without warning. He gasped sharply, body tensing then melting as I scissored and stretched him open.

I added a third finger, curling them deep until I found that spot that made him cry out and push back desperately.

"Ready for me?" I asked, voice rough.

"Yes—fuck, just do it."

I rolled on the condom, slicked myself up, and lined up. I pushed in slowly at first, watching the head breach him, stretching him wide.

Alaric moaned loudly, pushing back to take more. Inch by inch I sank inside until I was buried to the hilt, his tight heat gripping me like a vice.

"Fuck..." I groaned, my forehead dropping to his shoulder.

I tried to keep it detached. This was just sex. Nothing more. It was just a bet. These words were what I kept repeating in my head as I fucked him hard, deep, almost punishing strokes that made the marble island creak beneath us.

Every thrust dragged a wrecked sound from Alaric’s throat.

My hand stayed wrapped around his neck, holding him in place as I drove into him.

The thoughts came again and I almost had the terrible scene of my past flashing through my head and almost ruining the moment, but I reminded myself that this was nothing.

But I was a terrible liar.

Because this didn’t feel like my random hookups. Those were empty, mechanical releases. This was different. It was terrifying, amazing, and every moan Alaric made, every clench around my cock, every time he pushed back to meet my thrusts made something dangerous bloom in my chest.

These thoughts made me fuck him wilder. My hips snapped harder, chasing the pleasure and the feeling I didn’t want to name.

My free hand reached around to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts, squeezing tight at the head on every upstroke.

"Nico—ahh—fuck, I’m close—" Alaric gasped, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat.

"Come for me," I growled, thrusting deeper, angling to hit that spot inside him with every stroke.

Alaric came with a broken cry, spilling over my fist and onto the marble.

The tight clench around my cock dragged me over the edge right after him. I buried myself deep and came hard, my hips jerking as pleasure tore through me in waves.

For a long moment we stayed like that with me still buried inside him, my hand loose around his throat and both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon.

I pressed my forehead to the back of his neck and shut my eyes.

This was supposed to be just sex. But even as I thought it, I knew it was a lie.

This was something else entirely.

I stayed buried deep inside him for a long moment, my forehead pressed to the back of his neck, breathing hard against his sweat-slick skin.

My cock twitched with aftershocks inside his tight heat, and every tiny shift of his body sent sparks up my spine.

Alaric was still trembling, soft whimpers falling from his lips as he came down from his orgasm.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I pulled out slowly, watching the way his hole fluttered around nothing, already missing the stretch.

Alaric let out a broken sound of protest, pushing back against me like he couldn’t stand the emptiness.

"Turn over," I ordered, my voice sounding rough.

He obeyed instantly, sliding off the island on shaky legs. I spun him around and lifted him back onto the marble, spreading his thighs wide so I could stand between them.

His cock was still half-hard, twitching against his stomach, cum streaked across his abs. The sight made my own cock throb painfully under the condom.

I leaned down and licked a stripe up his stomach, tasting his release.

Alaric moaned loudly, fingers threading into my hair as I cleaned him with slow, deliberate licks. When I reached his cock, I sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip until he was fully hard again and whimpering.

"Nico... fuck... I can’t—" His voice cracked as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.

"You can," I murmured around him, the vibration making him jerk. "And you will."

I pulled off with a wet pop and grabbed the lube again, slicking my fingers generously.

I pushed two back inside him without warning, curling them immediately to find that spot.

Alaric’s back arched sharply off the counter, a loud, needy moan tearing from his throat.

"Ahh—! There, right there—fuck!"

I scissored my fingers, stretching him open again while my mouth worked his cock.

I added a third finger, pumping them deep and fast, making sure he was loose and dripping. Every thrust of my fingers dragged desperate sounds out of him — high, broken moans that echoed off the kitchen walls and made my blood burn hotter.

When I couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled my fingers out, rolled on a fresh condom, and lined up. I gripped his thighs, spreading him wider, and pushed in with one smooth, deep stroke.

"Fuuuck—" Alaric cried out, his head falling back against the marble with a thud. His walls clenched around me.

I didn’t give him time to adjust. I started fucking him hard again.

The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with his wrecked moans and my own low groans. I kept one hand wrapped around his throat again, not squeezing hard, just holding him there while I drove into him.

"Nico—ahh—too deep—fuck, you’re so deep—" His voice was hoarse, broken on every thrust.

"You take it so well," I growled, snapping my hips harder. "Look at you... spread open for me like this. Such a good fucking hole."

Alaric moaned louder, wrapping his legs tighter around my waist as I pounded into him.

I angled my hips and hit that spot again and again, watching his eyes roll back, his mouth fall open on a silent cry.

His cock was trapped between us, leaking steadily against his stomach.

I wrapped my hand around him and stroked fast and tight, my thumb pressing over the slick head on every upstroke.

"Come on, Alaric," I rasped, fucking him even harder. "Let me feel you come again while I’m inside you."

His entire body tensed then a loud shattered moan tore from his throat as he came hard for the second time, spilling over my fist and across his own chest.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us panting, our bodies slick and trembling.

My cock was still buried deep inside his tight heat, twitching with the final aftershocks.

Then I felt it — the unmistakable swell starting at the base of my cock. The knot pushing forward, thickening, demanding to lock us together.

No. Not now.

Panic crashed over me like cold water. Betas weren’t supposed to knot. If I stayed inside him even a few seconds longer, he would feel it. He would know something was wrong with me. He would discover I was an Enigma.

I pulled out in one harsh, abrupt motion.

Alaric gasped sharply at the sudden emptiness, his hole clenching around nothing as a soft, confused whimper left his lips. "Nico...?"

I stepped back, my chest heaving. My cock was still hard, aching, the knot already starting to fade now that I had pulled out in time.

"Can... can I use your bathroom?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Alaric remained pressed against the marble island, his legs still spread, looking beautifully wrecked and confused.

He blinked slowly, then nodded.

I quickly tied off the used condom, grabbed it, and walked away before he could say anything else.

The moment I stepped into his bedroom and closed the bathroom door behind me, I leaned against it and closed my eyes for a moment.

I disposed of the condom and stepped under the hot spray of the shower.

The water cascaded down my body, washing away the sweat, the lube, and the scent of him that still clung to my skin. But it couldn’t wash away the thoughts racing through my mind.

This wasn’t like my usual hookups — quick, emotionless releases with no strings and no risk.

What I had just done with Alaric felt different.

The way my body had instinctively tried to knot him, the way I had lost control, the way even now my chest felt tight just thinking about him spread out and moaning for me...

I pressed my forehead against the cool tile wall and let the water beat down on my shoulders.

I couldn’t let it happen again.

Not until I was ready for him to know the truth about what I really was and what happened to me years ago.