Chapter fourteen
Emery
Iwoke up feeling sore all over. At least the soreness between my legs and in my throat was welcome. It reminded me that regardless of what happened, I still controlled my fate. I made my own decisions. Justin didn’t get to force himself on me. I was still on the living room floor, snuggled between Luis and Miguel. Last night had been amazing. Better than I had anticipated. There was only one thing I would have changed; I didn’t get to sleep with Nico. I looked around the living room, searching for the man, and found him at the front windows, watching the city. It wasn’t quite morning yet, but I could tell it was drawing near.
“Were you up all night?” I whispered as I untangled myself from Miguel and Luis and went to Nico.
He jumped slightly at the sound of my voice, but immediately relaxed as I ran my hand through his hair. He nuzzled into my touch before answering. “Yeah, but I don’t mind. You guys needed the rest.”
“So do you,” I murmured.
Nico shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” I rolled my eyes at his response as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against his side. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby. Might have been the best night’s sleep I’ve had since this all started.”
Nico chuckled. “Could have been the extracurricular activities before bed.” I snorted. He might have a point. Getting dicked down in a threesome certainly took a lot out of a girl. “Are you ok with what happened last night?”
I contemplated his question, not because of my answer, but because of the uncertainty I heard in his voice. He was genuinely worried I would regret my decision to sleep with them now that it was a new day. “There’s only one thing I would change about last night,” I admitted, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling when I saw his disappointment. Silly man thought I was confirming his fears.
“What would that be?”
I turned Nico’s head to look at me and then trailed my hand down his torso and over his pants to rub his dick. “I never got to feel you inside of me.”
Nico’s eyes heated, his eyes darting to my lips briefly as I felt him responding to my touch. “Really?”
“Really.”
Nico looked around the living room before turning us so that I was pressed against the window. “We could fix that if you wanted.”
“Yes, please,” I replied. I fisted my hand in Nico’s shirt and pulled his lips to mine, nipping his bottom lip and then soothing the bite with my tongue. Nico trailed kisses to my neck, and I moaned softly as I moved my hands to his pants to get them undone. I didn’t need foreplay; I just needed him, but Nico thought otherwise as he dropped to his knees and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.
His tongue dipped into my core, and I had a brief thought that I likely still had traces of Luis and Miguel inside of me. That thought quickly fell out of my head as he swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking on it. His hands grabbed my ass tightly, holding me in place as he showed me just how skilled his tongue was. Pleasure rippled through me, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. The last thing I wanted was for us to get interrupted. This moment was for us.
One of his hands moved from my ass to my pussy as he gently slipped one, then two fingers inside. He pumped them slowly, stroking my G-spot softly, driving me toward climax at a maddeningly slow speed.
“Nico, please,” I begged.
“Fuck, I love to hear you beg, Princess.” He turned his head to bite the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making me cry out, before returning to my pussy and devouring me. That was the only way to describe it. He was relentless. Feral. And I was here for every fucking minute of it. In a matter of minutes, I was on the verge of tipping over the edge when suddenly Nico stopped.
“What? No!” I whimpered.
Nico stood and spun me around, placing my hands on the windowsill. “Easy, Princess. I’ll make you come, but not until I’m buried deep inside of you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
He slid the head of his cock through my folds, teasing us both while spreading my arousal on his dick. When he finally lined himself up and drilled inside of me, we both groaned in relief. He paused only a moment as he bottomed out, letting us soak in the connection.
“Hold on tight, Em. I’m not going to hold back.”
“Good,” I replied, pushing back on him and rotating my hips. “Give me your worst, Nic.”
He accepted the challenge with a growl as he pulled out and snapped his hips forward with enough force that my handslipped and my head nearly crashed into the window. “I warned you to hold on.”
I got my hand back in place and braced myself just in time for Nico to slam back into me. True to his word, he didn’t hold back. The pace he set was brutal, and I would be surprised if the sound of his hips against my ass didn’t wake Luis and Miguel.
Nico gathered my wavy hair and wrapped it around his fist, tugging my head back as he slapped my ass, all without slowing. “Don’t let go of that window, Emery.” The gravel in his order soothed the brat in me who nearly told him that I do what I want. Luckily, I didn’t want to let go of the windowsill. What I wanted was to come, and that need outweighed any desire to brat. Nico pushed me to the edge again, and somehow, the devil man must have realized it, because he suddenly stopped moving altogether.
“No!” I yelled in frustration, far louder than I meant to.
“What do you want, Emery?” Nico purred in my ear.
