“Are you close?” he asks, and I nod, my heart feeling like it might explode in my chest, while my skin is on fire. “Look at me, Jo. God, fuck, please look at me.”
I turn, eyes open, and his face is close to his screen, leaning up on his elbow, brows drawn like he’s in pain, although I know he isn’t. “I’m close too, and I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to see what I look like when I come.”
My throat’s dry as the desert from how fast I’m breathing, my orgasm barreling down on me.
“You gonna come with me? Yeah? When you do, I want you to say my name. I need to hear it, Jo.”
“Nico,” I whisper, and he nods, urging me on. “Nico, I’m almost…”
“Me too, me too. God, I am too.” He hisses out a breath. “Please, Jo. Oh fuck…”
He is as mindless as I feel, barely clinging to earth, and his whimpering undoes me. My back arches, fingers pressing harder as the wave crashes over me. “Nico!”
“Fuck yes,” he groans, voice thick. “Like that. Yes, Jo.”
I ride out the orgasm, spine relaxing, fingers slowing, and focus on his face on my phone as he comes too with a long groan before he drops to his mattress. Both of us stay silent for a few seconds, catching our breaths before he grabs his phone in his hand, aiming it at his bare chest and stomach so I can see the ropes of his come. “Look at what you did to me, Jojo.”
I can’t help the satisfied smile I feel crawling over my face, and when Nico reappears on my screen, he arches his brow. “You proud of yourself? Making me come so hard I saw stars?” When I bite into my lip, nodding, he clucks his tongue. “Now let me see yours. Show me how wet I made you.”
I remove my hands from my pants and turn on my side, showing him my glistening fingers. He hums in satisfaction. “I can’t wait to taste it. You going to let me?”
I hesitate only a moment because, while I trust Nico and want to experience everything with him, the idea of his mouth on my most private place is…wonderfully dirty. With him, I can finally do everything I’ve always imagined but could never follow through with in real life, too self-conscious and afraid of rejection, but here he is, asking—pleading—for those same things too.
It is almost unbelievable.Almost.
Because Nico smiles one of my favorite smiles, playful yet sincere, and tells me, “I hope that shows you how much I like what we do. You don’t ever need to question it, understood?”
I roll my lips over my teeth and nod, my brain still scrambled.
“Now, sayThank you, Nico.”
“Thank you, Nico.”
“For the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.”
“For the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.”
“Until Friday, when we get to do this all over again.”
I don’t repeat that part and instead ask, “Promise?”
“I swear it.”
CHAPTER 16
NICO
My teammates giveme a lot of shit for practically running out of the practice facility after the bus dropped us off from the airport, but I don’t care.
I don’t care that I’m obsessed, according to Bombay.
Called pussy-whipped by an amused Cubby.
Sheffy claps me on the shoulder, joking quietly about how I’m quite committed to this act, while Davey mutters something about, “Told you so.”
They are all right.
I am obsessed with Jo.
