“Tell me, when I was here before, sitting right here, did you want to kiss me?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I blurt.
He smiles as he tugs me down so I fall into the seat beside him. “Then show me.” He tilts his head. “Show me what you wanted to do.”
For a moment, the version of him from that night is all I see—lost, alone, and so fucking beautiful it hurts. I thought about that moment for months, but he’s giving me another chance, and I won’t waste it.
“Well? What are you waiting?—”
I crush my lips to his in a hard peck before pulling away. “Stop fucking talking, Zia.” I kiss him again. His mouth opens under mine and my tongue sweeps in, tangling with his.
Our kiss becomes hard and fast, both of us desperate for this.
SIXTEEN
He tastes so sweet, and his little moan drives me crazy. I hold him tighter, deepening the kiss just like I wanted to that night.
He pushes me, and we tumble backwards. I grip his arms to make sure he doesn’t get hurt, ignoring the bruise that will form on my back as I take the brunt of our fall. Our kiss never stops, even as we sprawl on the floor.
Ripping himself away, Zia pants above me. His chest heaves, and his orbs are wide with lust. “Fuck me, Nikko. I’m tired of talking.”
So am I.
Wrapping my legs around him, I roll us and press him face down into the rug by the window. I yank his pants down as he tugs his shirt off, leaving him naked below me. His beautiful skin is on display, glistening in the moonlight as I slide my hand down his spine, watching it bow as I reach his perfect ass.
I remember how tight he was when I fucked him, and my cock hardens so much, it hurts. It’s all I’ve thought about since I had him. I need to experience it again and see this dangerous man shatter for me.
Gripping his round cheeks, I meet his gaze. “Nikko.” That one word is bit out, but I know what he wants. It’s exactly what I want too.
“Wait right there,” I tell him as I stand. His eyes widen, and I hurry away. When I come back, I drop the bottle and shove my boxers down, then I drop to my knees. Leaning down, I kiss his cheek, and a little groan escapes his lips. I keep my gaze on his beautiful body as I slide my lips across his soft skin, and he shudders.
Reaching below him, I slide my hand along his hard length, pumping him hard and fast. His hips roll, but I pull him against my mouth. Parting his cheeks with my free hand, I press my lips to his hole, and he freezes before he moans.
My tongue darts out, and I lick around his rim. I researched having sex with a man as soon as I got home, wanting him to enjoy everything we do, all while hoping for more time together.
“Shit, where did you learn to do that?” he rasps, thrusting his cock into my hand as I sweep my tongue around his hole before pushing it inside. When I pull back, he’s groaning.
“Online,” I admit as I stroke his dick. Reaching down, I uncap the bottle I just bought. The cashier gaped at the year’s supply of extra-large condoms and twenty-four bottles of lube, but I don’t understand why. I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt him.
“You went online?” He groans as I drip the liquid over his ass and rub it in with my tongue, thrusting it inside him and tasting the cherry flavor. When I lean back, he moans and moves his hips faster. His cock throbs in my fist, so I close my hand around it and stop his movements.
“I wanted to make sure I could take care of you properly. I don’t have experience, so it was the only way,” I respond, and his chuckle makes me think I said something wrong, but I don’t care, especially when he looks at me.
“Then show me what you learned. I’m tired of waiting. Your mouth is good, but I want your cock again.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.I rub more lube onto my hard length and drape myself over him, running my lips along his shoulder as I press against his ass.
“Nikko,” he demands when I don’t do anything else.
Smirking against his skin, I slowly push inside him, letting him getused to my size again, then I pull out and thrust in. I push deeper with each movement until I’m all the way inside his hot ass.
He turns his head, his moans echoing in my apartment as I kiss his neck. My desire is so strong, it hurts, but I give him a minute to recover. It seems he doesn’t want that, though, because he pushes back, demanding I move, and I can’t stop myself. I pull out and slam forward, knowing both of us like it hard. I want to take my time, but he feels so fucking good, looks so fucking good, and sounds so fucking good.
It drives me crazy. Lust controls me as I hammer into his tight ass, and his cries fill the air.
“Fuck.” He groans, gripping the rug as he pushes back, forcing me deeper inside him. When he comes in my fist, I lift my hand and lick it clean before stroking his cock again. I time it with my thrusts as he cries out, his back arching as he claws at the floor.
I pull him back, impaling him on me, then I flip him over and drag his arms over his head as his eyes widen. “I want to see you. I need to see you while I fuck you. I still see your face in my dreams when regret clouded your features, and I want to remember this instead.”
