Page 33 of Full Split (Forbidden Goals #8)

Niles positions himself over me then leans down to kiss me before pressing into me slowly.

He prepped me well. There’s only a slight burn as he pushes a little further, the head popping through my ring as I stretch to accommodate him.

He pauses a moment before pushing in another inch or so, then pulling back and slowly thrusting forward.

Bit by bit, he works me open and buries deeper inside me until his pelvis is flush with my ass.

“Fuck, Wyatt. You took it even better than I thought you would.” He pulls back a little to look down at where we’re connected. “Shit, that’s hot.” Niles leans forward and kisses me again, grinding himself into me. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” I say truthfully. “It doesn’t hurt. Can you feel me?” I want to know how the prosthetic feels for him, if he can feel himself inside me the way the man who made it said he would.

Niles closes his eyes, pulls out, and pushes inside me again. He adjusts our positions, and I wrap my legs around his waist, body opening to him even more. He rocks into me and we both groan.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I can feel you.”

We breathe in each other’s pants, drink each other’s moans, and writhe in each other’s arms as Niles rolls his body into mine. Our sweaty bodies rub against each other, my cock trapped in the middle, pulsing and leaking between us.

“Niles— uhhnngg — you feel—“ gasp “ —so good.”

This is so much better than I even thought it would be.

I don’t want to stop, but I’m growing ever closer to the edge I’ve been teetering on.

Niles lengthens his strokes, pulling all the way out before pushing back in again.

He hooks a strong arm under one of my legs and pulls it up against my body, and the change in angle makes me see stars.

“Oh fuck . There,” I tell him, reaching down to grip his ass and pull him into me again. “Oh my God?—”

“Right here?” Niles asks, rolling his hips and hitting me in that sweet spot again. The pleasure strikes through me like a lightning bolt and all I can do is grunt and keep my hand on his ass, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Niles groans and picks up his pace. “I knew you were going to take it so good.” He presses another kiss to my lips and then pushes to his knees.

“Fuck me, Niles,” I urge. “Fuck me so good I’ll feel you for days.”

Niles pushes both of my knees to my chest, holding me open and steading himself. His muscles flex as he thrusts into me harder and faster. That edge of delicious pressure grows, tingling up from the small of my back.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come?—”

“Fuck yes, Daddy. Come for me.”

Moans, gasps, skin slapping against skin, a high-pitched keening echoes against the walls. Fuck , I think that’s me .

I moan his name, my voice shaking as my whole world collapses and rearranges itself. I barely have the wherewithal to remember to reach under my pillow and press the small remote button.

Niles cries out as the hidden vibrator inside the core of his cock buzzes to life. His thrusts get jerky as he rides the sensation.

My orgasm isn’t a wave, it’s a detonation.

I make noises I didn’t know I was capable of as it works itself through me.

It starts in the pit of my groin and explodes out of my cock like a mushroom cloud.

Cum doesn’t just shoot out of me, it sprays, hitting me in my chin before painting my chest and stomach.

At the same time, Niles hisses and moans long and low, rocking into me as he follows me over the edge. He trembles through it and then collapses on my chest.

A shrill, unwelcome sound tears through the fabric of my reality, pulling me out of the most amazing dream.

I was with Niles, floating on a raft down a river.

The water churned faster and faster, until the rapids were accelerating us towards a roaring waterfall.

Foam and mist clouded around us, glittering with rays of Sun and streaks of rainbows.

We were rapidly being pulled to the edge of the massive waterfall, so high up I couldn’t see what was below.

Niles’ hand tightened in mine, and he pulled me back down to him.

Even with the plummet ahead of us, I felt content.

Finally, when we were flung over the edge, it wasn’t at all scary or intimidating. It was invigorating.

I never saw what it was at the bottom of that waterfall, though, because the harsh ringing of my phone pulled me out of the best sleep of my life.

Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I end up knocking a few things over but finally manage to silence the ringing. Or maybe they hung up.

I pick it up and blink at the display. It’s past eight o’clock in the morning, and Sid has called me three times.

Ugh. I can’t do this right now.

Niles stirs next to me. He’s on his side, head on my stomach, arm thrown over my hips. My very approving cock is jutting up against the back of his arm.

I silence the phone and set it down. Clearly, I have far better and more important things to attend to this morning.

Gently rolling Niles onto his back, I start kissing up the inside of his thigh. He squirms and moans sleepily. A hand comes down and rests on the top of my head. I look up and see him grinning sleepily, though his eyes aren’t quite open yet.

I make my way up and he widens his legs so I can settle between his thighs.

My tongue swipes up the wet cleft of his pussy straight to his dick.

I play with it a little, teasing it with my tongue, making it stiffen and come out of its hood.

After giving it a soft kiss, I slurp it between my lips so suddenly Niles’ hips try to shoot off the bed.

I hold him down and suckle his dick, rolling my tongue on the underside.

Niles rocks his hips and tangles his hands in my hair, pressing into my face and grinding with abandon. His heavy breaths and moans and the way he’s suffocating me on his dick has me humping into the mattress.

There’s a knock on my front door, but I ignore it. Niles chanting my name like a prayer is far too good of a distraction to open the door to a salesman.

Then the doorbell rings.

“ Fuck , Wyatt. Don’t stop?—”

Oh, baby. I’ll be damned if I take even one more full breath before I stop. This isn’t over until my face is soaked in that sweet, wet boy pussy.

Damn, if he could hear my thoughts right now…

Whether he can read my mind or not, Niles grinds harder and cries out when I push two fingers inside him and milk him for every last drop of a pulsing, trembling orgasm.

“Good morning indeed,” Niles groans as I’m cleaning him up with my tongue. “That’s quite the way to wake up. Give me a second and I’ll return the favor?—”

Someone rings the doorbell again, twice in quick succession, and pounds on it. I hear my name being called out in a muffled voice.

“Shit!”

I jump out of bed, scrambling to pull a pair of sweatpants over my raging hard-on.

“Stay here,” I point to Niles.

“Who is it?”

“Fucking Sid,” I say as I shut the door behind me.

I run through the house, heart racing, the taste of Niles still on my tongue. Sid bangs on the door again before I get it unlocked. I fling it open unceremoniously.

“What the fuck, Sid?”

He stares at me incredulously. “What? You never sleep this late. I thought you might be dead in there.”

“I was about to get in the shower,” I explain. “I heard the door, but I ignored it. Thought it was a solicitor.”

Sid steps inside without an invitation.

“This won’t take long.” He stares at me strangely and narrows his eyes. “What is on your face?”

What? Shit. Who knows what’s on my face after the night I had. I reach up and wipe my mouth and jaw. My scruff is still wet.

“No, up here,” he says, and makes a wiping gesture on the side of his cheek near his eye. I touch the same spot on my face and feel something dry crusted to my face. My fingers come away with some white flakes.

“Oh. That’s, um, lotion?”

Sid blinks at me. “Right. Well. I’m glad I caught you anyway.”

I nod, throat dry. Then realize I’m standing in the middle of my entryway trying not to panic, which is probably suspicious, so I gesture towards the kitchen. The farther away from the bedroom the better.

Pulling out a seat at the kitchen island, I offer Sid some water while I start the coffee maker.

“No thanks, I won’t be here that long. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you to talk about security at Worlds.”

“Security?”

“Yes. The venue has their own precautions, but I thought we should discuss if extra security measures need to be put in place. This trouble with Niles?—”

“The trouble has nothing to do with Niles,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “It’s all Peter Trenton and the fucking drama-hungry press.”

Sid holds up his hands. “I know that. None of this is his fault. I just want to keep him safe.”

Letting out a long breath, I sit down and rub my eyes. “I’m sorry. All of this has the boys on edge, and me too.”

“I hate that this has become an issue. We have known Niles since he was little with Weston. I know he is like a son to you.”

I nearly choke and scramble for anything to say to negate that line of thinking.

Sid pauses. “Are you alright?”

“Define alright,” I say honestly. I just had the best night of my life, followed by the most amazing morning, and then I got dragged back down to earth by being reminded of just how fucked up my life is. How am I going to explain things if or when this comes out?

Sid sighs and nods understandably. He pats me on the shoulder, then wipes his hand on his pants. “I guess now I know why you didn’t answer my calls this morning. You must have been gone for a run or working out.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Right, well. Think about it. I can arrange to hire a security guard if we think?—”

“I doubt Peter Trenton will be at Worlds. And I won’t leave his side. Weston already guards the restroom when we’re gone.”

“Okay, I trust you to take good care of them both. Just let me know if anything happens and I will make some calls. I may have a bum leg, but I still have connections,” he says, sounding a bit like a mobster.

“Speaking of your leg, how did you get here?” Please tell me he didn’t drive with that boot on .

“Irina is waiting in the car for me.”

I give him an incredulous look and shuffle him towards the door. “You made your wife wait in the car?”

“Well, it’s a good thing I did. Look at you,” he says, gesturing to my overall condition. “You look like you went several rounds with a lover who wore you out,” he says, laughing. He must notice my discomfort, because he cuts his eyes towards my bedroom door and then back to me. His eyes widen.

“Right. Well, I will come for the last practice before you fly out.”

I wave at Irina when the door opens and Sid is hobbling down the short sidewalk to the driveway. Shaking my head, I shut the door and lock it for good measure.

Nowhere is safe from these lies. Nowhere.