Some of the tension releases from his shoulders, and he quickly leans down to press a kiss to my jaw that feels suspiciously likethank you.
Then he slides down my body until he’s settled between my legs, slowly pushing my dress up and over my hips.
Hunger flaresin his eyes when he hooks a finger in my lace panties to tug them aside and sees that they’re wet. I don’t think he’ll be able to make me come, but that look alone makes my heartrate pick up speed.
And then his tongue swipes through my center.
The gasp I let out is far too loud in the quiet room. Nico chuckles a sexy sound as he slides his hands under and over my thighs, gripping me tight as he pulls me into another lick.
My moanis too loud. Jesus, he’s going to think I’m playing at being a porn star.
But I can’t help it. His mouth is warm, and wet, and whatever he’s doing with his tongue feelsso. good.He’s flicking my clit, swirling in circles around it, never giving me a chance to catch my breath. The pleasure that started as a low simmer in my belly is growing, the wave rising higher and higher.
“Nico, I—” I hear myself panting but can’t do anything about it. Oral has never felt like this before. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch and how hard, and he never deviates as he takes note of every positive response I give him.
I need him to deviate.
Ican’tlet myself come with him. But I’m pretty sure he noticed the last time I tried to redirect his touch, so I can’t do that again.
I’ll just fake it.
Being an escort, you learn to perfect your acting skills, inside and outside of the bedroom. Learning to fake an orgasm is essential. Not every client cares about a woman’s pleasure, but enough of them have a better experience if the womandoescome. Faking it is basically Escort 101.
Not that I have to fake much right now. The gasping, the rapid heartrate, all of that is Nico’s doing. I just have to concentrate on arching my back, moaning a little bit louder, and reaching down to grip his shoulder. Then after one particular swirl of his tongue sends a shudder through me, I squeeze down on my pelvic muscles and fake a few tremors.
Nico’s tongue slows as I collapse back onto the carpet. The fact that I’m vibrating from still being keyed up works perfectly as post-orgasm aftershocks.
The hand on his shoulder slides up into his hair as I let out a purr of satisfaction. Nico rises up to brace himself over my body once more.
My focus goes immediately to his glistening lips. “Feel good?” he asks in a deep growl.
I nod, a lazy smile on my lips. “Very good.”
I don’t notice his pause until he says, “Good. Now let’s do a real one this time.”
My eyes shoot up to his, heart stuttering, all sex dropping from my smile. “A— What?”
There’s no judgment in his eyes, but there’s also no bullshit. “You can’t fake it with me, Red,” he says in a slightly softer tone.
My mouth opens, then closes immediately. I’ve never been called out on faking it; never been with someone who cared enough to discuss it. But Nico not onlynoticed, he?—
That thought cuts off the moment he slides down my body and settles between my legs again.
Without another word, he goes right back to eating.
And this time, he doesn’t take it easy on me.
Another too-loud moan bursts from my mouth as his lips suction around my clit. My hand slides into his hair, this time to hold on for dear life. I must’ve been delusional to think Nico wouldn’t be able to read me. It took the man one hour to figure out how I liked to be touched, and much less than that to figure out the best way to taste me. I’m clearly at his mercy.
Sure enough, I’m already on the verge of coming when he slides two fingers inside me. A full-body shudder ripples through my body as a whimper slips from my lips.
“There it is,” I hear Nico murmur against my skin.
With the dual sensation of his mouth on my clit and his fingers repeatedly hitting my G-spot, I don’t have a chance in hell at stopping this orgasm.
It washes over me like a wave, overwhelming in one moment and soothing in the next. It’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when Nico rises over me once more. I would assume he’d look arrogant, but he just looks…relieved.
