“Nico?” Her voice barely a whisper.
Fuck tomorrow. Fuck the Gods. Fuck ramifications. “Please.”
Bloody hell, his eyes all but rolling back in his head as she leaned forward, licking the length of him from base to tip. Using her tongue to circle the head, before sliding him into the hot inviting depths of her mouth. He had to tamp down hard on theurge to surge deeper. Instead letting Gigi set the pace, taking more and more of him with each bob of her head. The feel of lips gliding over him was heavenly. The pressure just the right side of not too tight.
He tried to think about something other than coming. Wanting this to last as long as possible. Knots. Anchor bend. Boom hitch. Bowline. Reef knot. Tying Gigi up, or down. He tied a hell of a knot, she’d never get free, unless she used her magic. But what if she chose to stay tied up? The image of her tied to that big ass wrought iron bed in the next room undid him. Surging forward, groaning out a warning, letting her know she’d won. Although technically he supposed he’d won. Fuck, his entire body bowed, the orgasm slamming through Nico like a boat hitting a trough in a storm surge.
There was nothing but white noise in his head. Blessed nothingness. His body taking over. Bending forward he grabbed Gigi under the elbows, lifting her up into his arms as he stood up. Bed. Them. Together. So not finished with this woman yet.
Slamming his lips down on hers. Tasting himself and her, all decadent dark chocolate and hints of warm spices. Addictive. Striding towards the bedroom, he had to break off the kiss or they’d walk into a wall.
Gigi revelled in the feel of Nico carrying her, clutching at her like he wanted to reassure himself she wasn’t going anywhere. In the bedroom he paused at the edge of the mattress, staring down at her.
“Lose the underwear.”
Shivers of need racing up Gigi’s spine. She kind of liked when he gave her orders that she was happy to comply with. With a thought her magic whisked away the lingerie. The feel of Nico’s cock, ready again, thank you Merciful Lady, rubbing against her ready core almost undid her.
Lifting Gigi higher, Nico sank into her, balls deep. The two of them falling down onto the bed, if possible, he surged even deeper into her. Yes. She hadn’t felt so full in way too long. Praying her faux boyfriend could make good on delivering real orgasms. As he pistoned into her, Gigi sank her fingers into his mess of short curls, yanking his head down, slamming her lips against his.
All that hard tense muscle under her touch, as her hands ran down his back, it was surprisingly velvety soft. Gripping his hips, getting into the rhythm he was setting, raising her lower body to meet his every thrust. Yes, that felt so good. The heat that had been building low in her body from the moment she sat on Nico’s lap had turned white hot. And with every hard thrust he stoked the heat higher still. Part of her afraid she’d perish in the inferno, the other part yearning to burn even hotter.
Nico lifted one of Gigi’s breasts, tweaking the nipple before laving it with his tongue. By the Saints, she tasted like spiced cider on a bitter night. Room for no other thoughts in his head except how he wanted to explore every part of her. Although he’d have to do that later, right now it was taking everything he had to keep from ending things too soon. He’d tried to recall every knot he’d been taught. But every time Gigi moaned or issued a soft delighted gasp of breath he’d lose his concentration, start thinking about how sexy, how gorgeous she was. Forever teetering on the brink of coming. It was addictive and a dangerous place to be unless Gigi came too.
Desperately he rose to his knees, pulling her in closer, angling his cock so it slid across the nub of her clit with every thrust. Her approving moan almost undid him, no, not yet. The feel of her fingers digging even deeper into his sides a good sign she was close. Then she moaned again. Reaching between them he found her clit, pinching it ever so slightly, thrust, pinch, thrust, pinch. Oh, Saint Medard, his eyes all but rolling back in his headas her orgasm caused her entire body to flex and clench, the vice like grip on his cock sending Nico over the edge. The orgasm crashing over him like a storm wave at sea. Yes.
Nico just managed to withdraw and with the last of his strength collapse to the side, facing Gigi, delighting in the view of her breasts rising and falling fast as like him she attempted to catch her breath. That was… there were no words, because he couldn’t get his thoughts to coalesce in any sensible order. What a blissful break from the never-ending shit storm that was his life of late.
Of course he knew the afterglow couldn’t last. Reality was just outside that apartment door, or a phone call away. Already he could feel tension beginning to creep back into his neck and shoulder muscles.
Gigi turned on her side to face Nico, wow, the man looked good flushed and sweaty. That brief orgasm induced dreamy smile he’d gifted her before he collapsed onto the mattress had felt like she’d won some sort of trophy. She’d done that. Yet, already in those liquid dark toffee orbs of his she could see the real world impinging again, a small frown beginning to furrow his brow.
“I see what you mean about speedy, and disappointing.”
Nico couldn’t believe his ears. “Excuse me? That was neither speedy nor in any way disappointing.”
Gigi shrugged and then raised a hand, making the universal average gesture. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to agree to disagree.”
“Why you… little…” Sliding his arm beneath her and pulling her in close, planting his lips against hers. “Looks like I’m going to have to show you the error of your ways, yet again.”
Gigi laughed, liking the way the heat in his eyes spiked as her breasts pushed against him. “Do your worst, Cassanova.” Laughing again as he rolled them so she was on top, staring down at him, to find he was laughing up at her. Damn, he wasgorgeous, her stomach dipping in anticipation but something in the region of her heart twinged also. Studiously ignoring that Gigi leaned in for another kiss from her faux boyfriend who thankfully delivered on the real orgasms.
She absolutely refused to let her heart get involved in this little no-strings fling with Nico. A man who was adamant that he no longer believed in love. Yup, hearts were out of this equation, sex, mindless, fun fucking was the only thing on the agenda here. And she’d better remember that, easy to do, given the fact Nico had just rolled them over once more and was slowly kissing his way down over her breasts, tummy and headed for her core.
Recalling he owed her for earlier. Hey, what do you know, one good thing was coming out of all this, besides the hot sex and hopefully more orgasms. Nico was finally treating her like an equal, a partner. And yet, as he pushed her legs apart, Gigi couldn’t help but think that felt like a hollow victory, then she could think no more.
Chapter Fifteen
“Eeeeek.”
Gigi shot upright. The warning from Canary awakening her. Horror descending with a thud. Oh, Good Goddess Above. Reaching over she grabbed Nico’s warm bare shoulder, giving him a rough shove.
“Wake up.”
“Um… wh—”
“Ssshhh.” Canary’s vocabulary was limited. There was only one person he identified with the honorific – Eeeeek. “Darcy’s here.”
Nico sat upright abruptly, suddenly wide awake. “Where?” He asked the question barely above a whisper.
