Bound

Carly slithered out from under them, not making either of them move. “I got mine,” she said before she slid off the bed. Leaving Nic facing a very, very hard Riddick.

He lifted his head, expecting some form of conversation, but got Riddick’s mouth again. They inched closer together. Riddick’s chest touching his made Nic straighten, but the contact didn’t break.

It took very little inner dialogue for Nic’s hand to drop between them and take Riddick in hand. The man tensed, but then gave a small thrust into the waiting hand.

Nic had never touched another guy’s dick, but at this angle it was nearly like grabbing his own. He stroked, using the same techniques he would on himself, and getting an eager response from his partner.

Riddick finally pulled away, his eyes just slits of silver in the dim light. “Put your mouth on me.”

Nic stopped his stroking, just holding. Touching was one thing, but a full-out blowjob? “I kneel to no man,” he said, taking up their earlier verbal sparring.

“Don’t then.”

Riddick pushed at his shoulders until he was off the bed, standing. Hands on the bar above and Riddick pulled himself to standing on the edge of the bed. Their heights made it perfect, bringing Riddick’s cock to the level of his face.

He looked up at the face looking down at him over the bar.

“Do it.”

Nic nearly jumped at the soft command. Carly. He’d forgotten they had an audience. She sat in a chair a few feet away, her skirt still hiked up, her leg over the arm of the chair.

“S’okay,” Riddick growled, moving to get down.

“No!” Carly barked. “Stay. Nic, do it.”

His freedom was at stake. Leaving here was all he’d wanted for …a while. Sucking this guy’s dick didn’t seem like such a hardship if it meant walking out the front doors.

A touch made him look up. Riddick’s hand lay on his bare scalp. The convict shrugged one shoulder, the one away from Carly. Was he trying to apologize for pushing the issue? If so it was considerate, but in no way changed that there was a dick nearly poking Nic in the eye.

He’d stroked this. He’d kissed the guy, a lot. So how would this be different from doing those?

He put a hand at the base, noticing details that he’d rather not. Springy hairs, damp heat that had a smell, not dirty but unmistakably male. His palm effectively held back the sac. The last thing he wanted was his mouth on the guy’s balls.

Open mouth… insert dick. He’d just had his own dick expertly sucked by Carly, and he figured every guy basically liked the same thing. Shouldn’t be hard to mimic the things he liked himself, right?

Nic let as much length as possible slide in before closing his mouth and drawing on it. Pull back an inch, reverse direction. Stroke it with the mouth, use the tongue. Riddick didn’t moan or anything so simple. His breathing deepened and roughened and a sound came from in his chest somewhere. It almost sounded like purring but was deeper and wasn’t as constant.

As Nic experimented he repeated the things that made that sound deeper. He’s assumed Riddick’s girth was too wide to really fit into his throat so hadn’t been opposed to pushing him so deep it cut off his air. But when he lifted his tongue to stimulate the underside it allowed the thick head to slide deeper, gagging him.

“Go slow.”

Nic opened his eyes to see Carly literally looking at him from around Riddick’s hip. The bed was so firm he hadn’t felt her climb on.

She smiled now and kissed his forehead. “Just go slow. You don’t have to take it that deep.”

He nodded, not taking his mouth off, feeling like his eyes were wider than they should be and his face was heating.

It had changed. When Carly had been across the room he could ignore that he was being watched, forget even. With her right in his face he couldn’t close his eyes, couldn’t focus or concentrate on what he needed to do.

He tried, but after just a few seconds he pulled back. His hand still held, but he dropped his head, trying to think. Suddenly it was hard to even consider why he was doing this.

“Hey, lady, back off,” Riddick growled from above them. Nic felt the tension start to ease at just hearing the guy speak, defending him. “He’s doing it. He don’t need you in his face.”

Carly huffed, but she did back off the bed.

Nic started again, keeping his eyes closed. She was off the bed at least, he didn’t want to know where she went.

Starting over, Riddick’s reaction came faster. Nic could feel how hard the man’s dick was getting. His sounds were rougher, his hips moving to any rhythm Nic had. How long? Would the convict hold back, wanting the fun to last as long as possible?

Without warning the dick in his mouth throbbed, feeling almost as if it was squirming against the sensitiveness of his lips. Thick and hot, his mouth filled. One swallow, two, there was too much. He gagged, coughing for air and pulled off, getting the last pulse of cum on his chin for his effort.

Nic swallowed against the urge to gag. Like snot, the inside of his throat felt coated with something too thick to swallow.

A hand in front of his face. He instinctively took it, intending to help the guy down, but why would he think the capable con needed a helping hand? Instead it became a tug of war.

Riddick got down, but he pulled on him the entire time. Not to be outdone, Nic pulled back, even tempted to try to make the man fall. With a solid grace Riddick came down off the bed until he was standing in front of Nic. Their hands still clasped, biceps bulging between them now and Nic saw it.

For a second there he felt like a used schoolgirl, coerced and now humiliated, standing naked in what had been his room with cum running down his face. But Riddick’s display put him back in his place. He was physically equal to this man, and right now he wasn’t the one wearing the doggy collar.

Riddick made a move as if he was going to kiss him, but instead licked him. Nic got hard instantly. The con was licking his own cum from Nic’s chin. The slow hot slide of his tongue came up to his lips and then they were kissing. Free hands came up to grip, their other hands still in a deadlock between them.

A minute later Riddick was smiling at him. One of those shit-eating grins that made you smile back. “First time suckin’ dick? You did good.”

“Fuck you.”

His head tilted, silver flashing up at him in an almost coy look. “Thought that might be better.”