NIKOLAI
"Running from me," I muttered, my breath hot against his skin. I pressed a kiss there, slow, soft. "And yet you're shaking for me."
His head turned slightly, like he wanted to look at me, but I didn't let him. My fingers dug into his hips, holding him in place as I leaned in, dragging my tongue over his rim, slow and deep.
Claude jerked, a sharp sound ripping from his throat.
I did it again.
And again.
And again.
I held him there, eating him out with slow, lazy strokes, letting him feel every inch of my tongue, every flick, every wet, teasing press.
He trembled against the window, his moans breaking into sharp, breathless gasps, his hands scrambling for something to hold on to.
"Nikolai—" he choked out, his fingers scraping against the metal.
I didn'
