“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes and slurps aggressively from her cup as Kill strokes her shoulder.
I see an opportunity and I sure as fuck take it. Since the lovebirds are busy, I plant my hand on Bran’s and he goes still, his hand slightly trembling beneath mine.
He’s so fucking warm that I can’t help threading my fingers through his, digging the pads in his thigh.
Bran goes still, and here’s the thing; he doesn’t try to push me away. So I go further, stroking his skin with my thumb, trying and failing not to get turned on by a mere stolen touch in public.
I really love how his hand is big but still slightly smaller than mine. It’s perfect size. He is perfect in every physical aspect. Anyone who says otherwise is clearly a blind fucking idiot.
Glyn looks up and Bran subtly pulls his hand free and shoves mine away then grabs his phone, building that wall around himself.
Not so fast.
I pull out my phone and text him.
Me
You’re not paying me any attention, baby. I’m jealous of Kill and Glyn.
He reads it immediately and I can see him glaring at his phone as if it’s my face.
Bran
Go away.
Me
Aww, but I don’t want to.
Don’t be a baby, Nikolai.
I thought you were the baby, baby.
He covers his mouth with a palm, but it’s too late, I can see him smiling. It takes everything in me not to lean over and feast on that smile and pull on his lip with my teeth just the way he loves it.
Me
You smell so good, I want to lick you up.
Bran
Nikolai!
You look so hot, I want to eat you up. I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re a blithering mess, baby.
Shut up.
Love how you’re prim and proper in public but turn into a filthy-mouthed sex god in private. How you’re all quiet now, but you become loud when your ass swallows my cock. Mmm. Getting hard thinking about your face when you choke on my cock.
STOP.
Oh, one last thing. I forgot to do this earlier today.
I send him a dick pic I took this morning.
Bran squirms in his seat and immediately exits the chat. I suppress a smile as I keep staring at my screen.
“Is it Simon?”
Kill’s words pause my attempts to send another dick pic just to mess with my Bran.
I slide my gaze from my phone to my cousin, frowning. “Simon?”
“Is he the one you’re exclusive with?” Kill asks.
Bran pauses with his cup of coffee near his lips before he slowly sets it down.
“You’re in an exclusive relationship?” Glyn asks with apparent glee.
“He is and wouldn’t tell me who with.” Kill pauses. “I’m going through your toys, and Simon is the only one clingy enough to want that.”
“Who’s Simon?” Glyn asks.
I steal a look at Bran and his lips are set in a line. He knows exactly who Simon is, even though it’s been several weeks. After all, he agreed to be exclusive because of his jealousy.
“He’s the one who walks and talks like a diva and calls Nikolai Daddy,” Killian answers her.
“Oh, Simon.” Glyn smiles. “He asked me to call him Sim.”
“More like a simp.” Kill twists his lips. “He’s so cringe. Please tell me he’s not the one you’re with.”
“Maybe he is,” I say as I hit Send on the second nude.
This time, it’s a full-body mirror selfie where I’m fisting my cock and biting my lower lip.
Then just to fuck with him, I type:
Me
Thinking of your ass makes me drip, baby.
Bran stands up all of a sudden, hand clenched around his phone, but he sounds composed when he says, “I’m going to pop into the toilet.”
I suppress a smile as I watch the dots appear and disappear.
“Stop smiling like a creep,” Kill says. “It’s disgusting.”
“Don’t be jealous of my sexy smile, Satan’s heir.” I slide my phone into my pocket. “I need something sweet. Be right back.”
I head to the cashier, pretending to be checking out their sweets. No Italian pistachio croissant, no baklava, and no macarons. Not interested.
After I catch a glimpse of Kill and Glyn eating each other’s faces, I slip to the restroom. I find Bran standing in front of a sink, his face twisted and his fingers holding his phone in a death grip.
I slip behind him and whisper in his ear, “Careful, if you glare at it hard enough, it might break.”
He flinches and whirls around so fast, he nearly falls. I wrap an arm around his waist. “Easy, baby.”
His wild eyes search our surroundings with tendrils of panic. “What are you doing, Nikolai?”
“I figured you could use a hand.” I glide my palm to his erection and fist it through his pants. “Mmm. Did you get hard looking at my nudes, baby?”
“Nikolai…” He struggles for control, his voice hoarse. “This is a public place… Stop…”
“But the possibility of getting caught is making your cock thicker.” I lean over and slide my tongue over the shell of his ear. “Or is that because of me?”
“You need to get over yourself…” His words end with a moan when I bite the lobe of his ear, then his jaw, and his bottom lip.
“You were saying?”
“Cut it out…”
“What was that?” I stroke his erection, making it as hard as stone. “Your cock is so fucking hard for me.”
“F-fuuck…bloody hell.”
“Mmm. Love it when you curse, baby.”
“Nikolai—”
Whatever he has to say is cut off when the sound of footsteps comes from outside.
Bran freezes, the lust replaced by a sense of panic so steep, it baffles me. Even his erection starts to deflate.
Why the fuck does he act as if it’s the end of the world if someone catches him kissing me?
I grab his wrist and drag him to the last stall, then shove him inside, slam the door shut, and back him up against the wall.
A few male voices reach us from outside, discussing the Premier League and whatnot.
“Leave,” Bran whispers.
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Niko—” I crash my lips to his and he groans into my mouth, the sound small but enough to make me hot and bothered.
The kiss is hard and fast, meant to make him stop talking. I don’t want to hear his grating words right now.
“I’m going to need you to be real quiet for me, baby.” I unzip his pants and pull out his hard cock. “Seems you really get off on this, don’t you?”
“Nikolai, don’t…please…” He shakes his head frantically, but I jerk him from the base to the tip, relishing how he turns rock-fucking-hard.
And just because I can’t help it, I push on the foreskin and tease the hole.
“Mmm. You’re dripping for me. How cute.”
“Fuck you…”
“Love it when you talk dirty.” I lower myself to my knees with a bit of struggle. We’re big guys, especially me, and this place is small.
Once I’m in an okay position, I slide him into my mouth.
Bran growls and I press a hand to his lips.
“Shh,” I whisper around his dick. “I love it when you’re loud, but this isn’t the place for those sexy growls. Be quiet for me as I choke on your cock, baby.”
He throws his head against the wall, eyes rolling as I take him to the back of my throat, then out again and in again. I tease the tip, thrusting my tongue against it a few times.
“Mmmfff…” He curses against my palm as he buries his hands in my hair, shoving me against his groin.
I suck him in a frenzy, wanting to get him off. I choke on his cock and squeeze his balls until he’s writhing against the wall and his precum spills on my tongue.
God-fucking-damn-it.
He’s a sight to behold when chasing his pleasure. Flushed skin, hooded eyes, and demanding fingers.
He has an obsession with my hair, and just like every time, he yanks away the tie to sink his fingers against my skull, fisting my hair, then stroking it, then fisting it again.
I can feel his muscles tightening as he thrusts in my throat faster. His teeth sink into my fingers as his cum explodes in my mouth and down my throat.
He comes for a long time and I keep sucking him dry until I swallow every last drop.
He sags against the wall, fingers clenching in my hair. Once I’m done, I pull him out and lick my lips as he watches me with feral eyes.
“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll fuck you, baby.”
As I stand up, I remove my hand from his mouth, now sporting a red half-moon over the tattoos from his teeth.
“What the hell do you think—”
My lips seal to his. “Unless it’s a thank-you, I don’t want to hear it.”
He watches me for a beat. “Can you stop kissing me randomly?”
I lick his lower lip. “Nope.”
He tucks himself in, fighting against the redness creeping up his skin.
Once he’s back within his boring element, he glares at me. “What’s with Killian finding out about you being in an exclusive relationship?”
“He just loves playing detective.” I lick his throat. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t know it’s you.”
Bran’s hands land on my chest and he tries to push me away, but he tilts his head to the side, giving me access to that pounding pulse point. “Why does he think it’s Simon?”
“You heard him. Simon is the one who makes more sense.”
“Why? Because he calls you Daddy?”
I chuckle against his neck, trying to be quiet even though there are no voices outside. “Jealous, baby?”
He fists my hair and tugs me back. “Don’t mess with me, Nikolai.”
“Don’t mess with me.” I wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze. “You have no right to act butthurt when you’re the one against a public relationship. If you don’t like people thinking I’m with Simon, boo-fucking-hoo. It’s your fault.”
A smudge of pain passes through his eyes and I want to kick myself in the ass when he releases my hair.
“Baby…”
“No, you’re right. I’m the one who wanted it this way and I need to deal with the consequences.”
“But why does it have to be like this? We can—”
“No!” he cuts me off so harshly, I actually step back.
“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.”
“The answer is no, Nikolai,” he says with a note of panic, and I want to reach inside him and drag out whatever demon is making him feel this way, then beat it to death.
What the fuck happened to him? Why does he go into this mode sometimes, as if he’s being chased by a monster?
“Just drop it, okay?” He’s breathing harshly. “Go back first.”
“Hey…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“You look anything but fine.”
“Why is that any of your business?” he snaps. “Why do you have to care? Just leave me alone.”
“You know, you’re pushing me too far and I might let you fucking drop, Brandon.”
His lips part and I think he’ll at least apologize like he usually does, but he whispers, “Please go.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter, then whip the door open and leave.