Alaric

​The transition from denial to absolute surrender hit me hard like a lightning strike. One second I was clinging to the fraying edges of my self-control, and the next my fingers were buried deep in the damp, silky strands of Nicholas’s hair, yanking him down so hard our mouths crashed together in a brutal, claiming kiss.

​The wire I’d kept coiled tight inside my chest for months finally snapped. The hot spring water churned and boiled around us, but nothing compared to the scorching heat pouring off Nico’s bare skin. It burned away every boundary, every carefully constructed defense, every scrap of logic I’d used as armor against him.

​The kiss this time was heavy, wet, and utterly destructive, and I could feel Nico’s tongue slash against mine with demanding hunger, thrusting deep. He sucked my lower lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send sparks of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my cock.

​I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, devouring me like a man starved. Steam billowed thick around our faces, making every breath feel like drowning in heat and want. His long, powerful fingers dug into my chest.

​The rough scrape of his chest hair against my nipples through the wet cloth was maddening. Lower, the heavy, throbbing weight of his thick cock ground insistently against my thigh. I was rock-hard and leaking, leaving a trail of slick precum that the water wouldn’t wash away fast enough.

​Enemies with benefits, my mind screamed in one last desperate attempt at self-preservation. This is all just a physical release, Alaric. It means nothing.

​But it was all a lie, because while my mind was saying something else, my body betrayed me completely. My hips rolled forward to chase the friction of his cock, my own erection straining painfully against the confines of my soaked trousers.

​Nico growled low and dark against my mouth. It was a satisfied rumble that vibrated through my chest. His hands slid down my waist, gripping the heavy, waterlogged waistband of my trousers. With zero patience, he shoved them down my thighs in one aggressive tug. The wet fabric clung stubbornly, but Nico didn’t care. He forced the trousers and my underwear past my knees, yanking them off completely until I stood naked in the bubbling pool with him.

​The cool mountain air kissed my exposed skin above the waterline, while the mineral-rich heat below caressed every inch.

​The moment our lower bodies met skin to skin, a violent jolt of pure lust rocketed up my spine.

​Nico’s thick cock pressed hot and heavy against mine, both of us achingly hard. He backed me up relentlessly until my spine slammed against the rough, natural stone wall of the hot spring.

​I was trapped. Completely at his mercy between the rock and his hard-muscled frame.

​I expected him to devour my mouth again, to spin me around and drive that massive cock into me right there. Instead, Nico pulled back just enough to look at me. Steam curled around his sharp features. His brown eyes had gone almost black with lust, like the gaze of a predator who had finally cornered his favorite prey.

​A slow, incredibly dangerous smile curved his lips, dripping with arrogant promise.

​Before I could speak, he sank straight down into the water.

​The water level rose to my chin as Nico submerged completely, his head vanishing beneath the crystal-clear, bubbling surface.

​My heart stammered wildly. The bamboo forest whispered softly in the background; the rhythmic bubbling of the spring was the only other sound.

​Then his strong, wet hands slid up the inside of my thighs. I gasped sharply as his fingers gripped the backs of my knees and spread my legs wide, pressing my back harder against the stone.

​The hot heat of his mouth found the base of my cock under the water.

​The sensation was unholy. The pressure of the water combined with the intense, localized burn of his mouth created a mind-melting vacuum.

​Nico didn’t tease. He locked tight around the head of my cock, and he sucked me deep into his throat in one smooth, greedy motion.

​The suction was powerful, rhythmic, devastating. Even submerged, I felt every precise flick of his tongue against my frenulum, swirling around the sensitive underside, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of my shaft. He bobbed his head, his throat constricting around my cock like a hot, wet fist, milking me relentlessly.

​"Nicholas—fuck!" I choked out, my head snapping back against the stone.

​My fingers clawed desperately at the wet rim of the pool. The heat of the spring amplified everything—the tight, sucking pull on my cock, the way his tongue pressed flat and firm, the bubbles rising around his face as he worked me.

​He sucked my cock like he owned it.

​Long, deep pulls that hollowed his cheeks, followed by teasing swirls around the leaking head. He took me to the back of his throat again and again, swallowing around the thick length until my thighs trembled violently.

​My balls drew up tight, the pressure building unbearably fast. The water made every sensation slippery, intense, almost too much. I could feel my cock throbbing against his tongue, leaking steadily into his eager mouth as he sucked harder.

​Enemies with benefits, I tried to repeat, but the words shattered under a low, broken whine that tore from my throat.

​I was loving it. Craving it, and I wanted more.

​My hips jerked forward, fucking shallowly into the perfect heat of his mouth despite the water’s resistance. My knees shook so badly I could barely stand. The white-hot pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my gut, threatening to snap.

​Just as my vision started to blur with white sparks, Nico surged up from beneath the surface with a loud splash. Water streamed down his face and plastered his dark hair back. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening. Triumph burned bright in his eyes as he took in my wrecked state, my trembling thighs, heaving chest, and desperate expression.

​"Just how long can you hold your breath, Ric?" he rasped.

​I could barely speak. "Nicholas... you’re out of your fucking mind."

​He let out a low and arrogant chuckle, the sound sending fresh heat pooling in my belly. "I am what I am, Alaric, and right now you look fucking perfect, and I want your legs spread for me as you beg for more."

​With that, he leaned forward, capturing my face in both hands. His thumbs dug into my jaw, tilting my head back as his mouth crashed down on mine again.

​The kiss was even more savage and hot. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, biting my lower lip, devouring me with wet, filthy sounds that echoed over the water.

​I gripped his bare shoulders, my nails digging into muscle as my world narrowed to the taste of him and the heavy press of his cock against my stomach.

​While his mouth kept me trapped, his right hand trailed down my chest, over my stomach, and between my thighs. His fingers found my hole immediately.

​Thanks to the intense heat and the earlier sucking of my cock, my hole was already loosened and ready for him.

​Nico pressed the pad of his middle finger against my tight entrance and pushed inside in one smooth, deep thrust.

​I moaned loudly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us. His finger stretched me open, the hot spring water adding slick resistance and pressure. It felt impossibly full, the burn blooming into deep, throbbing pleasure as he curled his finger and stroked my inner walls.

​"Fuck, Nico..." I gasped when he broke the kiss for air.

​"I’m not waiting," he growled against my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. He added a second finger, scissoring them slowly, stretching my hole wider.

​The rhythmic thrust of his fingers under the water was loud, wet, and filled with filthy sounds mixing with the bubbling spring. Every time he drove deep, his knuckles brushed my prostate, sending electric shocks through my cock.

​My legs shook harder.

​Nico wrapped his left arm around my waist, lifting my hips slightly so he could finger-fuck me more effectively. He worked a third finger in, stretching my hole relentlessly, curling them to rub that sensitive spot over and over until I was crying out with every thrust.

​"You’re so fucking tight," Nico murmured into my ear. "Even after all that sucking, your hole is still gripping my fingers like it never wants to let go. You love this, don’t you? Love being opened up by my hand in the middle of nowhere."

​I couldn’t deny it because his fingers did things to me. It made me feel a crazy amount of pleasure.

​"Yes, I do," I responded as my hips rocked down onto his fingers, chasing the stretch, the fullness, and the relentless pressure on my prostate. "Stretch me more."