'Covert Desires' Art 2

Extract from Covert Desires

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“You didn’t run,” I remark, daringly seeking his gaze as I bask in the moonlight, digging my toes into the sand.

“I said I wouldn’t,” Nico says simply, not meeting my eyes.

“Well, good behavior needs to be rewarded too.” Much to both our surprise, I take the chain off my neck and push Nico’s knees apart slowly, his flimsily-tied towel flailing open.

His sharp intake of breath is loud as his skin instantly dots in shivers under my touch.

What are you doing, Kiah?

He’s my captive, I shouldn’t be seducing him.

This is highly unethical and incredibly stupid.

But I do it anyway.

Because I want to.

I want him.

So badly.

And out here, in the dark, with us both already virtually-naked, that need seems less insurmountable than inside the controlled environment of the inn.

“You’re unlocking me?” Nico asks in disbelief as I do just that, slipping the little key into the lock to wriggle the cage apart.

As I work, I don’t spare a single thought for us being in public. It’s the kind of island where people fuck in the dunes all the time, so who cares who sees what.

Nico’s cock instantly springs free, thick and hard, as his entire body slumps into a relieved sigh. He’s way too hard for me to bother trying to get the ring part of the cage off too, so I leave it.

“Oh, fanculo,” he swears under his breath as I take his cock in my palm, finally uncaged.

When I run my fingers over the bells of his piercing, I swear both of us shiver.

Lust coats my veins and I know I’m wet—not just from the swim.

I’ve thought about this for over a month, wondering what his dick would feel like without its cage.

“Someone feeling a bit sensitive?” I tease, enjoying the way Nico squirms in my hand. Even the slightest movement makes his entire body dance to my touch, and it’s the most addictive power.

Nico’s normally neutral face is an open book as he moans softly, bucking his hips into my hand, desperate to be touched.

“Y-you have n-no idea,” he stutters, pre-cum leaking over my fingers already. His eyes are still glued to my chest, raking over my hard nipples.

“Do you want to suck on them?” I ask, a surge of need stronger than the ocean current tugging at my insides.

“Dio mio,” is all Nico says like a god has anything to do with his good fortune. There is no hesitation in his moves.

As he closes his eager lips around my sensitive nipple, pleasure erupts over my skin.

It’s my turn to moan softly as he suckles on my nipple, reaching out to hold my other breast, needily squeezing my flesh between his fingers.

It’s been more than five years since I’ve let anyone touch me, and the wanting flares up like an uncontrolled wildfire.

The stubble on his chin feels incredible against my body, scratching me just enough to feel something.

As I continue to stroke his cock, Nico whines against my skin, his breath warm, ragged.

“What is it?” I pant, not slowing down.

“I-I’m close.”

“Do it,” I whisper, speeding up my movements, “Come for me, baby.”

*Artist credit: @ EB Creatitions

Kiah and Nico on the beach