Alessio’s tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing me open. One hand knots in my hair while the other clamps over my ass, dragging me flush to him until the rigid length of his erection presses hard into my belly.
My back hits the refrigerator, and I arch into his touch when he slides his hand down the front of my shorts. I gasp as his palm grinds against my clit, fingers sliding through the wetness he finds there.
“So fucking wet for me,” he groans against my jaw, teeth scraping my earlobe. “Do you want to get fucked, Temptress? Have you been thinking about riding this cock again?”
The nickname sends heat spiraling through me, even though I told him not to use it. “Yes.”
No point in lying when his fingers are proving exactly how much I want this.
He pumps two fingers in and out of me until my legs go weak, and I’m clinging to his arms just to stay upright. His mouth works down my neck, and I tilt my head back to give him better access.
“Should I bury my face between your legs again?? Make you scream while you come on my tongue?”
“No.” The word comes out breathless. “I need you inside me.”
He lifts me off my feet like I weigh nothing, carrying me toward the bedrooms when I point down the hallway.
We tumble onto my bed in a tangle of limbs and need. Clothes disappear between frantic kisses and wandering hands. My breasts feel heavy and aching, my core clenching on nothing.
I’m needy in a way that makes me feel reckless, out of control. So I shove against his chest until he’s flat on his back, straddling him and arching my spine to thrust my breasts toward his face.
He groans and captures one nipple with his mouth, tongue swirling around the peak while his fingers pinch and roll the other. I’m panting, grinding down against the hard length of him separated only by his boxers.
“Ride me, Nina,” he says, voice rough with want. “I’ve got condoms in my jeans.”
I scramble off the bed to dig through his pockets, finding the strip of foil packets. When I turn back, he’s naked and sitting upright, amber eyes dark with hunger.
“Well prepared, aren’t we?” I tear open a condom, hands shaking slightly.
“Hopeful,” he corrects, watching me roll the latex down his length. “Very fucking hopeful.”
His honesty catches me off guard, but there’s no time to analyze it because I’m straddling him again, his hands gripping my ass as I position myself over him. I hold his shoulders for balance and sink down slowly, the sensation of his piercing making me remember exactly why I could never forget him. We both groan as I take every thick inch.
My head tips back as I ride him, fast and rough, every thrust sending sparks through my body. His hands clamp down on my hips, guiding, steering, holding me in place as he slams upward to meet me.
My nails rake his shoulders and his groan vibrates against my chest, raw and guttural. The ache of his grip mixes with the pleasure, pain sweetening the sharp edge of every movement. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the small room, wet and relentless.
I lose myself in it. In the stretch of him, the fullness that leaves no space inside me untouched. It isn’t just his size—though he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever taken. It’s the way he moves, the way he lets me think I’m in control while making damn sure I feel every inch of him.
He’s giving me power, and whether it’s intentional or instinctual, I need it more than I realized.
I fist his hair, drag his mouth to mine, and kiss him like I need him to breathe. It’s wild, messy, desperate. He takes it, gives it back harder, and the raw hunger between us breaks me open.
Pleasure rips through me, my pussy clenching around his cock as the orgasm tears me apart. I scream into his mouth, and he swallows it whole.
“That’s it, Nina,” he growls, his grip shifting to drive me down harder. “Come on my cock, baby. Squeeze me until I lose it.”
I convulse around him, shuddering as the waves crash through me, and then he follows. His curse burns against my throat as his cock pulses deep inside me, flooding me with heat while I writhe through the last tremors of release.
The thought of that failed condom seven years ago flickers through my mind, but I push it away. Hope to hell the birth control works better this time around. Austin’s been begging for a brother, but this sure isn’t how I pictured that happening.
Alessio holds me for a moment, both of us catching our breath, his heartbeat still pounding against mine. Then reality creeps back in when my eyes land on the alarm clock.
Shit.
I slide off him and reach for the lamp, flooding the room with harsh light that makes us both squint. Alessio blinks up at me, looking thoroughly satisfied but confused as I start hunting for my clothes.
“What are you doing?” he asks, disposing of the condom while I pull on my panties.
