Free Web NovelChapter 74: Running away again
Nico
I stood behind Alaric, my chest rising and falling heavily as I stared down at him bent over like that. His hole looked thoroughly used, puffy and slick, still twitching as if begging for more even after everything I’d already put him through.
The phone on the floor started ringing again, instantly getting on my nerves. I wondered who the hell was calling him at a time like this.
But I didn’t stop thrusting inside of him.
"Nico, I need..." Alaric groaned, his voice breaking as I rammed into him again. "I need to pick up that call."
"No. Stay right there," I growled. "Whosoever is calling should wait until I am finished." The possessiveness in my tone was undeniable, and Alaric surprisingly said nothing after that, completely surrendering to my command.
The phone kept ringing repeatedly, vibrating against the floor as if it had a personal vendetta against us.
Alaric’s hand twitched toward it instinctively, his fingers stretching out in a weak attempt to reach it, but I wasn’t having any of that.
I snatched both of his wrists in one hand and pinned them firmly behind his back, using the leverage to keep him trapped exactly where I wanted him.
My other palm pressed down harder on his lower spine, deepening the curve of his body so every inch of my cock dragged against entirely new angles inside him.
I deliberately pulled out until only the head remained inside before slamming back in deep. The possessive fire in my chest burned hotter with each heavy thrust.
This was mine. His hole, his moans, the way his thighs trembled beneath me—all of it, including Alaric himself, belonged to me right now. Which was why I needed to be in absolute control, making sure no outside distractions could break the heat until I was finished.
"You are mine, princess," I murmured as I drove into him harder, my hips snapping forward so loudly that my pelvis clapped against his ass. Hearing the wet, squelching sounds fill the quiet room made me moan in response.
A wicked grin spread across my face, completely satisfied that I had wrecked Alaric yet again.
"You feel that?" I muttered, leaning over his arched back so my breath ghosted over his ear. "This cock owns you right now. No one else gets to have you like this." My possessiveness surged like a storm and I fucked him even harder with raw, unyielding dominance, making sure every single thrust reminded me that I was only here for my release and nothing more.
Our intense rivalry on the track always bled into this. We were two fierce competitors tearing into each other off the grid, using our bodies to burn away the suffocating tension neither of us could ever show publicly. frёewebηovel.cѳm
But in the heat of the moment, I felt something more—a strange, deep ache that I couldn’t quite name. I had no idea what it was, but I silently hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was. Because there was no way in hell that was ever happening.
The phone wouldn’t stop. It rang again and again, the incessant noise grating against my nerves until I couldn’t take it anymore.
"Fucking hell," I groaned.
Releasing his wrists briefly, I reached down, grabbed the phone from the ground, and with a sharp flick of my wrist, flung it across the room. It skittered loudly into the far corner, the screen still lighting up uselessly, but now far out of his reach.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I returned both of my hands to Alaric’s body—one gripping his hip firmly, the other pressing his spine down. I twisted my hips on the next thrust, grinding in a slow, deliberate circle that dragged my thick cockhead right against his prostate.
Alaric cried out sharply, his body jerking violently beneath me. That shattered sound sent a thrill racing straight down my spine.
I pumped in faster after that, sending short, rapid strokes that built into deeper, devastating drives that made the couch scrape slightly against the marble floor.
The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. I could feel every desperate flutter of his walls around me, the way he clenched tightly as if trying to pull me even deeper into his heat.
I loved how he screamed. It hit entirely different than any of the others I’d fucked before.
To me, sex had always been nothing more than a physical outlet to release the impending emotions inside of me. Most of my partners tried to stay composed, biting their lips or muffling their sounds because I usually preferred it that way—but not Alaric.
He let go completely, and it drove me wild. I kept fucking him relentlessly, varying the rhythm to keep him dangling on the edge—long, dragging pulls followed by brutal, sudden slams that punched the air right from his lungs.
Grabbing his neck from behind, I pulled his head up and twisted it slightly so I could force him to face me.
Our eyes met, and fuck, the sight made my cock throb harder inside him.
Alaric looked entirely helpless, completely undone. His eyes were glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, his cheeks flushed a dark red, and his mouth hung open in a constant stream of whimpers and cries.
He was exactly how I wanted him to be. Broken down, vulnerable, and all mine for this release.
"That’s it," I grinned, staring into those dazed, hazel eyes while I continued thrusting steadily.
"Look at you. So fucking helpless. All mine to ruin right now." I squeezed his throat lightly, just enough to make his breath hitch and heighten every single sensation running through him. "Stay focused on my cock stretching you out. Feel how deep I am? This is what you get when you push me on the track, princess."
I released his neck after holding his gaze long enough to burn the image into my mind, then gripped his hips with both hands again. I railed him harder, bending his back even more as I folded myself over him.
Sweat dripped from my chest onto his flushed spine. The angle let me hit that sweet spot relentlessly, my balls slapping heavily against him with every forward snap.
I reached around to wrap my fingers around his leaking cock, stroking him roughly in perfect time with my thrusts, squeezing the head on every upstroke to milk more desperate, broken sounds from his throat.
Time completely stretched out in the haze of heat and friction. I fucked him through every variation I could think of—grinding deep, agonizingly slow circles that made him whimper, then switching to fast, shallow pumps that had his hole squelching obscenely, before returning to those powerful, full-length strokes that made his entire body jolt.
His screams grew louder, echoing off the walls as I pushed him closer and closer to the edge again.
It hit him hard for the third time.
Alaric’s entire body seized beneath me, his back bowing sharply as he screamed my name in a shattered, broken wail that sent pure satisfaction roaring through my blood. "Nico—fuck—ahhhhh!"
His hole clamped down like a vice around my shaft, rhythmic spasms squeezing me with intense, crushing pressure as he came hard, spurting across the cushions and the floor.
The sight and feel of him completely falling apart pushed me right to my own brink.
I felt my own release building fast, that familiar, heavy tightening at the base of my shaft. I slowed my thrusts deliberately, savoring the way his body continued fluttering, milking the last bits of pleasure out of me.
But then it started—the sudden, dangerous swelling at the base of my cock. The knot. That primal, undeniable throb of my Enigma nature threatening to lock us together.
Panic sliced clean through the pleasure.
No. Not here. Not with him. I couldn’t let it happen.
With a harsh curse, I pulled out abruptly, completely ignoring the way Alaric whimpered in desperate protest at the sudden, cold emptiness.
And without another word, I bolted from the living room, leaving him bent over and dripping, his hole clenching around nothing.
I rushed into his bathroom and slammed the door behind me, breathing hard as my heart pounded violently against my ribs.
Leaning heavily against the sink, I wrapped my fist tightly around my throbbing length and pumped furiously. It only took a few desperate, rapid pulls before I came hard, thick ropes of seed shooting into the porcelain basin in heavy spurts. I watched it all swirl down the drain, my chest heaving as the unbearable tension finally broke.
Guilt crashed over me immediately as I stared at myself in the vanity mirror.
I felt like a complete jerk, standing there with my softening cock in hand. This was the second time I’d done this—running out right at the edge, leaving Alaric empty and confused in the aftermath while I dealt with my secret alone.
How must he feel right now? Used? Abandoned? Wondering why I always pulled away at the absolute last second? The thought twisted something deeply uncomfortable in my chest.
I wanted to knot him so fucking badly it ached sometimes.
The urge to lock deep inside that perfect heat, to fill him completely and stay there while my body permanently claimed him, was getting harder and harder to ignore.
But the risk was just too great. No one could find out I was an Enigma. It would destroy everything—my career in racing, my reputation, the carefully built image I maintained.
One slip and the world would tear me apart.
And telling Alaric? Absolutely not. We were just fuck buddies, nothing more. Two rivals who tore into each other off the track to release the pressure that built between us on it.
This arrangement was temporary. It would end soon enough once our rivalry cooled down and things returned to normal. There was no need to complicate it with truths that could bind us tighter than any knot ever could.
Because if the world found out, it would be the absolute end of my career. It meant I would have to go back to the family business—the exact business that I detested so much.
I heaved a deep, weary sigh, turning on the tap to wash my hands and wash the evidence away. Cold water ran over my skin as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
My hair was messy, my eyes still dark with lingering lust and something much heavier underneath.
Part of me already itched to walk back out there, to face whatever expression waited on Alaric’s face, maybe even pull him close again. But I lingered instead, letting the water run much longer than necessary, trying to steady the conflicting, chaotic thoughts swirling in my head.
The rivalry. The release. The secret I carried. How long could I keep doing this without everything crashing down around me?
