Chapter 14–NIKOLAI

NIKOLAI

I WAS PISSED. No, beyond pissed.

I'd woken up to an empty bed, the sheets still warm where Claude had been lying. I told myself to let it go. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe I was smothering him. But after ten minutes of staring at the door, all I could think about was how much I wanted him back in my bed—where I could touch him, where he belonged.

So, I went looking. And I found him.

With Jonny fucking Hernandez's.

"What do you want from him?" Claude's voice was tight, his stance tense. The wind tugged at his hair, the glow of the ship's lights casting shadows across his face.

I stalked toward him, fists clenched, grinding my teeth so hard it hurt. His eyes widened as he backed up until the cool metal bars stopped him. Good. He wasn't going anywhere.

"I should be asking you that," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "What the fuck are you doing with him?"

I was in his space now, caging him in, my hands gripping the bars on either side of his hips. "Are you working with him, Claude?" My jaw ticked, my chest heaving as I fought to keep my temper in check. "Don't lie to me."

His fingers curled around the bar next to mine, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "What? No! I—I don't know him, Nikolai. I swear. He came at me this morning, said he thought I was someone else and—"

I crushed my mouth to his, cutting off his words. His moan vibrated against my lips, and he fisted my shirt, clinging to me like he needed me as much as I needed him. My hand slid up to the back of his neck, gripping him tight, and I felt the hard press of his cock against mine, thick and undeniable.

When I pulled back, we were both breathing hard, our foreheads touching, his lips red and swollen from my kiss. My thumb traced over his cheek, his skin hot beneath my touch.

"If I ever find out you're lying to me…" I trailed off, my voice rough and laced with warning as I stroked his red cheeks, "… fucking me over, you'll regret it." My chest ached with the hope that he wasn't. That he was mine. That I wasn't about to be betrayed by him. "Don't let that happen."

Claude swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and those wide, trusting eyes locked on mine.

"I'm not lying," he whispered, voice trembling, but firm.

I smirked, my hand sliding down, brushing over his belt before cupping his cock. He gasped, the sharp intake of breath making my cock throb in response.

"You're hard again," I muttered, stroking him through his jeans. His eyes darted around nervously, his hand covering mine as if to stop me.

"What if someone comes?" His voice was hushed, his cheeks flushed red, but he wasn't pulling away. If anything, he pressed closer.

"Let them," I said, teeth grazing his cheek as I popped the button on his jeans. "Half the people on this ship are either fucking or getting drunk. No one's paying attention to us."

I dragged down his zipper and froze, my breath catching. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. My cock jerked at the sight of him, thick and hard, straining against the open denim.

"You're a fucking tease," I hissed, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking slow, deliberate. He moaned, his head falling to my shoulder, his fingers digging into my arms.

"Spread your legs, Claude." My voice was a low growl in his ear.

He did exactly as I commanded, his thighs parting, giving me more room to touch him.

"Fuck yes," | hissed, my other hand sliding down to grab his ass, squeezing hard. "That's it. Don't hold back."

His cock jerked in my hand, thick and slick with pre-cum as I tightened my grip, feeling every vein throb against my palm. I stroked him slow at first, my fingers gliding over his length, the warmth of his skin burning against my own. The slick sounds of each stroke filled the air, mixing with the soft crash of the waves. It was filthy, raw, and exactly what he needed.

Claude's breath came out in short, ragged pants, his forehead pressed to my shoulder as his fingers dug into my biceps. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice breaking. His hips jerked forward, desperate for more, chasing the friction. "Someone… might hear…"

"Let them," I growled, dragging my thumb over his leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft. "Let them hear how good I'm making you feel." My fist moved faster, harder, the slickness making each stroke smoother, more intense. "Spread your legs for me," I ordered, my voice rough and commanding.

Claude whimpered, doing exactly what I told him, his legs spreading wider as I gripped his cock tighter. His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, his lips parted as he moaned loud enough to drown out the sound of the ocean.

"Fuck, you're so hard for me. You like this, don't you?" I hissed, my free hand slipping to his ass, squeezing it roughly, pulling him closer as I pumped him faster. His cock throbbed in my grip, twitching with every twist of my wrist.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice raw. "I—fuck—I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," I cut him off, slowing my strokes, drawing a frustrated growl from him. "You don't come until I say, not after what you did tonight. You hear me?"

"Please," he whimpered, grinding into my fist, his cock swollen, desperate for release. "I can't—fuck—I need to."

"You need it?" I whispered, tightening my grip, my strokes slowing to a brutal pace, from base to tip. "Beg for it, Claude. Tell me how much you want to come."

"Fuck—please," he gasped, his voice breaking, every word thick with desperation. "I need to come, Nikolia. Please. I can't—fuck—I can't hold it."

"That's it," I growled, jerking him faster, harder, until his whole body went rigid, his cock pulsing violently in my hand. "Come for me. Now."

His release hit hard, hot streams spilling over my fist, dripping down his cock as his hips bucked uncontrollably. His moans turned into a broken cry, his entire body trembling, collapsing against me as he rode out every last wave.

I kept stroking, milking him for everything he had until he sagged, completely spent.

I brought my hand to his lips, coated in his cum, and smeared it across them. "Taste yourself," I whispered, and without hesitation, his tongue flicked out, licking the mess I left on his mouth.

"That's it," I murmured, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "So fucking good."

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