34. Nico
thirty-four
Nico
Savannah and I tumble into my apartment, our mouths connected and hands roaming.
I slam her against the wall and kiss her harder, deeper. Fucking her mouth like I plan to ruin her with my cock. I’ve been hard ever since she demanded I take her home and fuck her.
“More,” Savannah whimpers between kisses.
I grip her thigh, lifting it around my hip. She grinds her hot pussy over my cock and digs her nails into the tops of my shoulders. Restraint I didn’t know I had has kept me from devouring her until this point, but it’s about to be thrown out the window.
I’m on the verge of snapping.
“Not here,” I grunt, kissing her chin.
Gripping the backs of her legs, I lift her up and carry her to my bedroom. I barely register the clunk of her heels hitting the ground as I bypass the bed and head straight for the open floor-to-ceiling windows and place Savannah on her bare feet before them.
The light of the city and the moon create a halo effect of light around her head and makes her eyes glitter. My angel. My salvation. My everything.
My heart rages in my chest, and an almost feral feeling washes over me. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do Savannah. But beneath the lust and hunger burning through me lies anger. The run-in with my ex-best friend has me a little fucked up.
“Are you okay?” Savannah’s amber eyes are full of worry.
“I’m a lot of things right now,” I admit, clenching my fists.
“Like what?” She tilts her head to the side, trying to read my thoughts. There’s no need; I’m an open book. For her.
“I’m excited you’re here with me. I’m happy you want me as badly as I want you.
I’m angry about what transpired earlier.
” I take a deep breath, expelling the residual anger that flows through me, and focus on the woman in front of me.
“But mostly, I’m so fucking hard for you.
I wanted tonight to be special, but I’m feeling a little out of control right now. ”
“Oh.” The worry in Savannah’s eyes is replaced with what can only be described as desire. “So, hearts and flowers?”
I step forward and cup her face in my palms, breathing in her sweet, citrusy scent. “You deserve hearts and flowers.”
Her amber eyes sparkle as she says, “What I deserve is to be properly fucked by a man who thinks I’m special and who I think is pretty damn special too.”
Something a lot like love wraps itself around the organs inside my chest. I’ve been falling for Savannah since the moment I saw her, but to hear her call me special is something else. She knows me. The real me. I’m not just a rich baseball player to her.
“Is that so?” I tilt her chin up and lick her bottom lip. She tastes of champagne and her own unique flavor that drives me wild.
“Yes.” Savannah slips her hands under my jacket and pushes it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She moves her fingers to the buttons on my shirt, slowly undoing each one until it falls open, then runs her hands over my stomach.
My muscles contract under her heated touch, and my pants get tighter.
“Guess you’re with the right man, gattina. ’Cause I’m about to spread you open and devour you.” I toe off my shoes and watch the orange in her irises glimmer in the pale moonlight.
“Prove it, baseball boy. Have your wicked way with me.”
This fucking woman.
There’s something about her taking the lead and bossing me around that makes me ravenous. Like a starving animal desperate for its next meal. She has no idea of the Pandora’s box she’s opening.
“With fucking pleasure.” I grip the bottom of her dress, pull it up over her head, and throw it behind me. My cock jumps at the sight before us.
In nothing but a nude thong, Savannah stands strong before me. Her light-brown nipples are tight and begging to be sucked. The wet spot on her panties is a red flag being waved in front of a bull. I’m fucking ready to charge in and lick her.
“What are you waiting for, Nico?” she asks, egging me on.
She wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to be fucked. She wants my cock so badly she’s topping from the bottom, and holy fuck does it get me hard.
“I have to tell you something.” I undo my cufflinks, chucking them and my shirt to the ground, followed by my belt.
“You can tell me anything.”
“When I fuck, I usually tie the woman down so she can’t touch me.”
Savannah rubs her thighs together. I watch various thoughts run through her head as she contemplates what I’ve said, revealing another part of myself to her. I don’t let people in, and when I do, I have to have complete control. The security in knowing, in the end, I get to walk away.
“I’ve never done that before, but I’m willing to try,” she whimpers.
La mia gattina viziosa. So willing to submit to me.
Another time. For fun.
“No,” I bark, my voice gruff as I fight my baser instincts to dominate her.
Everything about Savannah is different. She’s burrowed herself under my skin and into my heart.
I need her hands on me. I need her to fight for dominance with me as we fuck.
The walls I used to keep people out don’t exist when I’m with her.
“No?” she asks, confused.
“No,” I repeat. “That’s not how we fuck.”
If you can call it that. It’s so much more than fucking with Savannah.
Her chest heaves as she pants, sucking in small gulps of oxygen. “How do we fuck then?”
“When we fuck, it’s with every part of us.” I unzip my pants, and push them and my boxer briefs off my hips and down my legs, kicking them aside. My cock springs free, the tip red and angry, pointing at its object of desire. Taking my shaft in my palm, I stroke it from root to tip.
Savannah watches me, licking her lips, eyes glued to my dick.
“I want you to touch me. Everywhere. With your hands. Your mouth. All of you. I want every inch of your body to be touching mine. Pull my hair, scratch the fuck out of my back, and leave marks. I don’t give a fuck.
I want it all. I want you to let go. Fuck me back as hard as I’m fucking you. Can you do that for me, Savannah?”
It hurts in the best way to tell Savannah what I need. To flay myself raw for her. This can end with her walking away; I just hope she stays.
“Yes. I can do that for you,” Savannah rasps her answer, and my cock twitches, eager to claim her.
I lean in and kiss her again, pouring everything I feel for her into it. Adoration, devotion, yearning.
When we break apart, Savannah is a wanton mess. She presses her nipples into my chest, and I push her back into the cool glass, making her gasp at the cold contact.
“Are you ready, gattina?”
She lifts her chin like the queen she is. “So ready, baseball boy. Do your worst.”
I fall to my knees before her and grip her panties with my thumbs, dragging them down to her ankles. She kicks them to the side, giving me the perfect view of the perfectly trimmed landing strip above her pussy.
I lift her silky leg over my shoulder and run my nose along her seam, breathing in the scent of her heady arousal. My mouth waters, and I grin up at the most gorgeous woman in the world.
“Nah, baby. I’m going to do my best.”
In a flash, my mouth is on her cunt. The barely contained control I’ve been holding onto disappears.
Her sweet and tangy cum is an explosion of flavor to my tastebuds.
With my thumbs, I spread her lips apart and spear my tongue into her hole.
Her muscles contract, and a gush of her cream floods my mouth.
Savannah’s clit swells as I roll my tongue over it and pull it between my teeth, sucking and flicking.
Refusing to use my hands, I keep my ministrations rough and demanding as I coax the little bundle of nerves closer to the edge. The need to have Savannah come from only my tongue makes my dick harder, eager to plunge inside her tight pussy.
“Yes,” Savannah hisses as she grabs hold of my hair. “So close.”
I work her harder, smashing my face into her cunt as I fuck her with my tongue. Her standing leg shakes as she grips my hair in one hand for balance and digs her nails into my shoulder with the other.
My cock weeps at the pain and pleasure of it all, demanding to have its turn.
“Fuck my face, gattina. Harder. Suffocate me with your delicious pussy,” I growl as I lap at her clit.
Hips gyrating, she slides her pussy up and down my face, fucking it just like I demanded. Savannah bears down, and her body locks tight as her orgasm crashes through her. She comes, clawing at my skin and screaming my name.
Taking my time, I lick her through her release, relishing in the little whimpers she makes as her pussy flutters. I nip at her inner thigh first, then slide it off my shoulder.
“Your pussy tastes delicious. Like amber honey and grapefruit. My heaven.”
Savannah chuckles and takes a shaky breath as she releases my hair from her grasp. “Really? That good, huh?”
“Hell yes. I could eat your pussy for the rest of my days on earth, and it’d be like living in heaven.
Kiss me and taste how sweet you are.” As I stand, I lave kisses up the line of her torso, stopping at her breasts to pay extra attention to them, before crashing my mouth into hers and shoving my tongue into her mouth, hungrily exploring every inch as I give her a taste of her own sweet cum.
“Nico,” Savannah whimpers, tilting her head to the side, baring the smooth expanse of her neck for me to suck.
“Yeah, baby?” I slide my hands down her sides, and over her ass, reveling in the exquisiteness of her curves.
“The windows. People can see us.”
“One way. You can look out, but no one can look in,” I assure her, taking her nipples between the pads of my fingers, and pinching the delicate flesh.
Savannah cries out, arching her back into my chest and her wet pussy into my dick.
I grip her throat, forcing her gaze to mine.
“I’d never let anyone see you. You’re mine, Savannah. ”
“Then take me, Nico. Show me whom I belong to.” With a wild gleam in her eye, Savannah wraps her small hand around my dick and strokes it hard, rolling a thumb over the top metal ball of my piercing.
A zip of energy shoots through my shaft and settles in my balls, making them jolt, as a hunger I’ve never experienced boils in my veins.
“Fuck.” I take her mouth in a vicious kiss. The beat of her heart flutters beneath the pad of my thumb.
Savannah matches the pressure I have on her throat to my cock.
“What are you waiting for, baseball boy? Fuck me.”