“Ow. Oh, fuck.” I groan as pain turns to pleasure, and a fire like I’ve never felt before swirls between my legs.
Nico begins his assault again, sending me higher, as he whispers in my ear, “Keep your eyes on me,gattina, and come on my fingers. Soak my hand with your cum so I can lick it off and taste you in my mouth for the rest of the day.”
Between Nico’s dirty mouth and this perfect fast-paced rhythm, I’m on sensation overload, and when he presses his thumb to my clit, a wave of pleasure rips through me. I fight the urge to close my eyes and stare into the glacial eyes hungrily staring at me as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.
Nico’s eyes darken like storm clouds as he places his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. “You’re even more beautiful when you come than I remember,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
His sweet words, the intimacy of the moment, the way our gazes stay locked on each other—all of it—makes tears prick the backs of my eyes.
“Stay with me tonight.” His voice is raw, stripped down to the bone of vulnerability.
I can’t think straight with him still inside me. All I know is I never want this to end. A tear tracks down my cheek, and he laps it up with his tongue.
“Stay with me tonight,” he demands as he pumps into me, sending orgasmic aftershocks through me.
“Don’t you have a game?” I gasp, and he increases his pace.
“No. Even if I had a game, I’d want you in my bed, waiting for me.”
I want nothing more than to sleep in his bed, surrounded by his scent and wrapped up in his arms. “Yes. I’ll stay with you.”
“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he admits. He curls his fingers forward, and my pussy quivers. “Are you joining me for the charity event this weekend?”
My pussy clenches as a second orgasm builds deep inside me. My brain fizzles, and it’s hard for me to focus on anything but what he’s doing to my body. Charity event? Invitation?
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“Why is that?” Nico kisses my neck as I spread my legs wider.
“There will be press, and I’m not ready to go public. I still need to talk to…talk to people,” I pant as he plays with me. I’m so close I suck my lips between my teeth to stop from screaming.
“No press.” Nico massages my clit with his fingers.
“What?” My breath hitches as I reach the edge.
“No press. No pictures. No pomp. This event is private. Invite only. I don’t want people to know about it. This is special to me.”
“Fine. I’ll go.” I tilt my hips forward, searching for relief.
“Good.” Nico removes his hand from my aching, wet core, leaving me hanging.
“Why’d you stop? I was so close,” I whine.
Sexy little lines crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he grins down at me like a tempting devil. “Gotta leave you wantingmemore.” He brings his shiny, wet fingers up between us and runs them over my lips before sucking them into his mouth. He moans around his digits. “Fucking delicious, like I knew you’d be.”
My face heats, and I rub my thighs together, wound tight from his edging.
Nico bends down, grabs my scrub pants, and pulls them up my thighs. He slowly reties the string into a knot like a gentleman. “All set.”
“Not really, panty thief. How am I going to make it the rest of my shift with no underwear?”
“How much longer are you on the clock?”
“A couple of hours.”
He bites his lip. “I don’t love the idea of you walking around without panties on. Not without me around.”
“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you ripped them off.”
