The air fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing. My hands are braced on the marble, Nico standing behind me with his hands on my waist. I have no idea where he’s going to take this, but I’m excited to find out.
Slowly, his hands travel down my body, over my hips and down to my thighs. The only thing I’m wearing is the t-shirt Nico gave me last night, so he hits bare skin almost immediately. When his hands start their path back up my legs, this time sliding under the hem of the shirt, I start to tremble.
“I’m having a very hard time deciding how I want you first,” he growls.
But then his touch pauses, and he lets out a groan.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t stop thinking about how you tasted last night. I need to?—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, he simply drops to his knees behind me, grabs my ass cheeks in each hand, and opens me to him. At the first swipe of his tongue, I collapse onto the counter with a surprised moan.
The kitchen isn’t the only thing that’s new for me. This position, having someonebehindme…that’s new, too.
Not all escorts have the rule, but many won’t allow a man behind them. Doggy takes away a woman’s ability to see what the man is doing. The main concern is condom removal, but the position itself is so vulnerable that it’s usually better to just take it off the table entirely.
With Nico, that vulnerabilityisthe appeal.
Just like last night, I can’t see what he’s doing, I can only feel. I have no control over my body or what he’s doing to it. I’m left completely at his mercy.
Right now, that feeling is what’s about to make me come.
I scratch at the counter, searching for something to grab to ground me as the pleasure mounts. Nico still has me pressed open, giving me nowhere to hide, and his tongue is doing things I’ve never even dreamed of. By this point in our relationship, he’s already mastered how I like to be touched, so he’s not holding back. He licks and sucks me until I’m a whimpering mess, and then when apleaseslips out, he groans and slides two fingers inside me.
I come on his tongue instantly.
When Nico eventually stands, I’m still trembling, trying to catch my breath. Another whimper slips out when I feel him press a kiss to my lower back.
“I’ll never get over how good you taste,” he groans. “If I wasn’t dying to fuck you, I’d stay on my knees for another hour.” He slides his t-shirt up my body and over my head to bare the rest of me, leaving another kiss on my shoulder as he does it. “I’d see how many orgasms I could coax out of your pretty little cunt.”
A breath whooshes out of me as my head drops between my shoulders. Ineverthought I’d enjoy being talked to like this.
Nico’s arms come around me then, his hands going to each of mine to plant them on the counter.
“Stay right here, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Don’t move an inch.”
And then he’s gone, to who knows where. My brain isn’t functioning enough to figure it out.
A minute later, he’s standing behind me once again. It vaguely registers that he throws his wallet beside me, but then he’s pressing between my shoulder blades and flattening theupper half of my body. I whimper when my nipples hit the cold counter.
“Is this what you wanted?” Nico asks over the faint sound of fabric rustling. “For me to take whatever I want, whenever I want?”
I’m panting as I nod. I want him so badly I can barely breathe.
Nico’s satisfied hum reaches my ears just as the tip of his cock touches my clit. I moan as I turn my face into the counter.
“I think I like having you at my mercy like this,” he muses, sliding his length up and down my skin. I can tell I’m drenched because he moves easily. On one pass, he almost slips inside, only correcting himself when I suck in a breath.
He’s waiting. Or teasing. I have no idea, but the anticipation is killing me. It’s like he’s trying to figure something out. I’m just too keyed up to understand what he’s?—
His palm cracks lightly against my ass cheek.
I lift my head with a gasp…thenmoanas pleasure melts into my skin.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he grits out. This time, when he spanks me again, I lower my face to the counter with a needy sound I don’t even recognize and shift my legs farther apart. “Fuck.”
When he enters me, it’s with a hard, impatient thrust. No more of the slow, teasing Nico; now, he’s a man whose sanity has unraveled.
The way he fucks me drives the breath from my lungs. It’s hard and fast and I have zero control over any of it. The only thing I can do is widen my stance and try not to drown in euphoria.
