That isn’t the hard part. Wanting to stay is easy. Actually doing it in spite of that darkness creeping in, making me want to run, is the difficult part.
It’s the comfortable weight of Nina’s body tight against mine, her breasts pressed to my side, and the steady cadence of her breathing that finally, blessedly, lulls me to sleep.
I feel like I’ve barely closed my eyes when dawn light bleeds through the curtains against my eyelids. I’m conscious before I’m awake, cataloging heat, weight, the smell of Nina’s shampoo.
My cock stirs, predictable as clockwork. The dark musings of midnight a distant memory in the presence of Nina Palmer draped warmly over me. Her dark hair is a riot of curls against my chest, tangled from sleep, still slightly damp from the shower. The mess makes her look wild and beautiful.
Her breasts are less a comfort now than they were last night. Instead they’re a sensual distraction, exposed except where they press against me. Her leg is thrown over mine, thigh warm against my hip, knee almost nudging my cock. She’s completely relaxed, breathing slow and even.
She shifts, makes a soft sound in the back of her throat. Her hand slides across my chest, nails scraping lightly over hypersensitive skin.
“Mmm.” Not quite awake. With soft fingertips she traces the scar below my collarbone—Gustavo’s calling card—then drifts lower, following the line of muscle down my chest. Every inch of her teasing caress jacks the temperature of my blood and the ache in my stiff cock. I can’t see her eyes, but her cheek is pressed to my pectoral so if her eyes are open she’s aware of it too.
When she reaches my stomach, her palm flattens against me, then slides beneath the edge of the sheet and the tent it’s making over my pelvis. Once underneath she brushes her knuckles up the length of me. It’s all I can do to keep from jacking my hips up into her touch.
“Someone’s up early,” she says, voice rough and sensual.
“Someone’s been up for a while.”
She lifts her head, dark hair falling across her face. Her eyes, still soft with sleep, focus on mine with the kind of intensity that makes my breath catch. The quirk at the corner of her mouth betrays the workings of her devious mind though.
“Poor baby.” She bites her lower lip as her hand finds my cock and wraps around it. “What should we do about that?”
Before I can answer, she’s moving. Kissing her way down my chest, tongue flicking over my nipple. The sensation shoots straight to my dick. I glance toward Wyatt still asleep. Should I wake him or just enjoy this?
“Nina—”
“Shh.” She glances up, lips curved in a smile that’s pure trouble. “Let me take care of you.”
There she is. The Nina I remember from college graduation night—bold, confident, going after what she wants without apology. That brilliant mind working behind dark eyes, calculating exactly how to wreck me. She tugs the sheet down, revealing my painfully hard cock, and the hunger in her eyes is my undoing. She dips to press a kiss to the very tip, tongue darting out straight into the slit to capture the pre-cum gathered there.
I gasp involuntarily at the first hot lick, slide my hand to her nape, just to stay grounded.
Behind her, Wyatt stirs. His eyes open, take in the scene—Nina’s mouth on my skin, my hand already tangled in her hair. His pupils dilate.
“Good morning,” he says, voice gravelly.
Nina hums agreement, then slides lower. Her breath ghosts over my cock, a torturous tease, and I have to close my eyes.
“Look at me,” she says as she settles beside my hips, her breasts pressed against me.
I do. I watch her tongue dart out, lick the head of my cock. Watch her lips part, take me into her mouth. The wet heat of it makes me groan. I lose the ability to breathe when she slides down my length, taking as much of me as she can swallow.
She works me slowly, deliberately. No rush, no urgency. Just her mouth and tongue and the soft sounds she makes like she’s savoring the taste of me.
Wyatt moves across the bed, settles beside me. I reach for him without thinking, pull him down into a kiss that’s rough and desperate. His hand finds my chest, fingers splaying over the scar Nina was tracing.
When he pulls away, he watches her in silence for a beat. She is a sight to behold, her dark, tousled head bobbing slowly as she sucks and strokes, her bare curves beckoning, the way her body rocks and undulates as if she’s enjoying sucking me off as much as I am. Her knees are pressed into the mattress, her ass in the air, a perfect opening if we were allowed to fuck her.
Wyatt shifts toward her, and for a moment I think he might actually do it, but of course that isn’t his goal. He rests a hand on one full, round ass cheek and dips his head to kiss her hip. He caresses her lightly, sliding his hand up along the curve of her spine and back down, coasting over her ass and lower. His body blocks some of my view, but the vibrating moan she lets out around my cock is evidence enough that he’s started teasing her.
She widens her knees, slows her pace, the nails of her free hand dig into my upper thigh. Wyatt moves too, slipping around behind her. Now I have a full, unobstructed view of him spreading her cheeks and teasing his tongue between them.
To her credit, she doesn’t stop sucking me, despite the full-body shudder of pleasure at what he’s doing to her. He slides one hand up her inner thigh, pressing it to her pussy. All I can see is the slow flex of his shoulder as he plays with her, and I can only imagine how wet she is right now. He keeps tonguing her ass while he teases her, then pulls back.
“Can I finger-fuck you, Nina?”
She slides her lips off my cock and casts a fevered look over her shoulder. Her lips are full and glistening with saliva, a wet sheen covering her chin.
