His voice is shaky and low, with just a hint of strain. “You will kill me with those lips.”
I smirk and hover over the spit-slick tip. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.”
“That is what I am afraid of. We will definitely have to continue that some other time. Now I want you under me.” In a display of strength and dexterity, he grabs me under my arms, swiftly flipping me onto my back. I’m instantly on alert, my hands reaching for daggers that aren’t there. He grabs my wrists, kissing me almost ferociously. It takes longer than I’d like for my brain to recognize that I’m not in danger. Then a wave of lust slams through me,which is curious. I’ve never enjoyed being tossed around or overpowered. I had enough of that as a child. So why is this erotic? Grinning, he presses my wrists over my head, holding them against the mattress with one hand.
I cock an eyebrow at him. “Youlike domination.” I force my voice to remain steady, even though my body trembles with desire, while my mind braces for an attack. It’s unsettling. I smile and tug against his firm grip, feigning calm. “How utterly delicious.”
Nico returns my smug look. “You seem to like when I do that.”
“Do I?”DoI? My body certainly does. For the third time, I push the unwanted feelings back into their box and retake control of my reactions and the situation. “Don’t expect me to lie here docilely.” I wriggle enticingly under his weight, more by rote than anything.
“I truly hope you do not.” He dips his head and claims another kiss, stroking his tongue along mine, teasing at the inside of my lips. I try to thrust, tugging against his grip to gain some leverage. “I have never wanted anyone more than I want you, Bello.” It takes a moment to realize he means me, and that reminder of what this is—what we’re doing—is enough to calm me. “I swear you have bewitched me.”
“That isn’t my Guild’s specialty.” I ignore his pretty words. It’s all meaningless flattery and nothing to take seriously. Most people easily delude themselves. I don’t. Although a pretty face saying pretty words and meaning them would be a nice change.
Nico kisses his way down my body, teasing me with his lips and beard, until his soft mouth wraps around my cock, snapping me back to the present. He expertly wields his tongue against the sensitive spot right under the head, and fucking hells. Even though this is purely a means to gain information, which itis, I can still enjoy myself. Grasping his curls, I gently thrust into his warm mouth. “Fuck, that’s good.” The pleasure builds quickly, his tongue and hands lavishing me with attention until I’m aching for more. When he sucks a finger and presses the spit-slick tip against my hole, I tremble with anticipation. His thick finger sinks into me, and my cock throbs. For the first time in longer than I can recall, I’m concerned that things might be over embarrassingly fast. I pant for air, willing my heartbeat to slow and my body to behave. Lifting a knee to Nico’s chest, I push him up and off to the side. Laughing, he lands chest down on the bed, and I roll on top of him, taking another deep breath, giving myself a moment to refocus. The intense effect Nico is having on me is disquieting.
He glances at me over his shoulder, and I rock my hips forward, rubbing my aching cock in the cleft of his ass. “As you said, perhaps we can continue that another time.” He tries to get up, but it’s my turn to grab his wrists. I force his hands out to the sides, pressing my weight down on his back, making us both fall onto the mattress.
Nico chuckles and, with effort, pulls his hands from my grip. “I see you enjoy dominating as well.” He twists his torso and hooks an arm under my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. It’s his turn to crawl on top of me,pinning my arms in place as he ruts against my thigh. All the grappling gives me a moment to separate myself from the overwhelming feelings and disturbing thoughts that keep surfacing.
To mask my inner turmoil, I smile up at him wickedly. “I enjoy a lot of games. That’s only one. So now you have me where you want me, naked and at your mercy.” I lick my lips and look up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Fuck me.”
Nico kisses me fervently, releasing my arms and running his hands down my torso. “I would love nothing more.” His grin is sheepish. “However, I was not planning for this, and I lack certain necessities.”
I’m surprised by his vulnerability and amused by his honesty. “Then it’s good that I plan ahead.” I gesture to where he tossed my pants. “Left pocket.”
He pins me with a serious stare, but the quirk to his lips negates any sternness. “No moving.”
Catlike, he crawls across the bed, and I openly admire his muscular body, the way he controls his movements, even in something as simple as this. Pressing his lower half to the mattress, he reaches a long arm across the floor to retrieve my pants and the contents of the left pocket. It gives me an unobstructed view of his beautiful torso, as well as his meaty ass and heavy cock and balls, and I take a long moment to appreciate it all. Nico is a beautiful man.
After a bit of fumbling, he holds up the small vial and chuckles. “Why am I not surprised?”
I shrug. “Because you’ve come to appreciate how absolutely amazing I am? And you want to put that oil to use right now?”
“Yes.” Nico crawls up the bed and kisses me hungrily. “I want you. Very much.” He sits up and unstoppers the vial, pouring a bit into his palm before recorking it and setting it aside.
I stretch languorously, doing a little showing off of my own, bending one knee and spreading my legs invitingly. If it encourages Nico to do more than merely admire, who am I to complain? My heartbeat accelerates as he strokes himself with the oil, eyes greedily roaming over my body. “I hope you’re planning to do more than look.”
“Now who is impatient?” Nico grins as he slowly teases his slick fingers over my hole before pressing two inside.
The stretch is intense but not painful. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” I groan and thrust against his hand, needing his fingers deeper, faster. Instead, he teases me, giving me what I want, but at a much slower pace. Annoyed, I push hard against his hand.
That seems to amuse him. “Bello, I promise I will get you there.” What remains of my control shatters as Nico curls his fingers. Gone is any pretense of being charming, seductive, or in control. My soft panting becomes breathy moans, and the moans become one long, drawn out whine full of pure, desperate desire and need. I writhe against his hand, sweat pooling on my skin, hurtling me toward orgasm at a breakneck pace. Nico sucks my cock into his mouth, and I squeeze my eyes shut, shouting asevery muscle in my body clenches violently and I come in body-wracking spasms.
I have no idea how long I sprawl in the middle of the bed, gasping for air, my mind too blissed out to think. My limbs are heavy, weighed down as if gravity has doubled, or I’ve used all my energy. A soft kiss against my lips prompts me to open my eyes, and I look up into Nico’s beautiful face. “Bello, you are spectacular. Fire and passion, but also mystery and danger.”
I manage a tired smile. “All true.” My voice is gravely, and it takes concentration to properly form words. “And since we’re being truthful, I’ll return the compliment. That was”—my post-orgasm brain struggles to find the proper terms—“exceptional. And unexpected.” I push onto my elbows and blink rapidly to focus my eyes. I’m wrung out, but in a good way. I’m still slightly off-balance, but instead of the earlier panic, there’s an unanticipated but welcome centeredness.
I maneuver into a sitting position and place my palms on Nico’s knees, caressing his thighs, running my hands up his torso and over his shoulders before weaving my fingers into sweat-dampened curls. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his. At first it’s feather-light. Then I deepen the kiss, trying to convey the intensity of my gratitude. Nico’s hands settle around my waist, and I slip into his lap, straddling his hips. Gently grinding our cocks together, I hold his gaze. “I would very much like to fulfill requirement two.”
Nico wraps his arms around me, moving us both until his back is against the headboard. “I would like that as well.”
I kiss him slowly, arms draped around his shoulders, leaning against him for support as I rise up onto my knees and reach behind me for his cock. The head is coated in oil and pre-cum, easing the way. I sink down onto him, groaning with pleasure from the stretch. When I’m fully seated with his thick cock stuffing me full, I rest my forehead against his, giving my body time to adjust. I’m still relaxed after that incredible orgasm, but Nico’s not a small man. When the sensations switch from pressure to pleasure, I kiss him, then grin against his plush mouth and roll my hips.
“Void take me!” Nico closes his eyes, dropping his head back against the wall, his fingers gripping my hips firmly.
I grind against him, gently licking away the sweat rolling down his neck, nipping and biting at his skin. Gradually increasing the pace, I listen intently to each sound he makes, repeating the things that cause the most intense reactions. “Yes, like that.” His wrecked voice is comforting and puts me back on familiar ground.
