Chapter 21
Nico
For a fraction of a second, I think I’ve read her wrong.
Lucy’s breath hitches, and she leans back—not so my hand drops from her, but just enough that I sense the hesitancy.
It kills me, and I want to ask what has caused it. Is she worried about Dane? Or about Cole? She said nothing happened with him, but I’m not buying it. It’s written all over her face—even if nothing happened, Lucy certainly wanted it to.
But then she leans in and presses her lips to mine, and I can’t help but smile against her mouth.
I was right.
No surprise there. I’m always right.
Lucy, eager, twists and rises to her knees on the couch, her hands gripping the lapels of my suit, dragging me down so she can taste me. She slides her tongue against mine, and I drink her in, planting a hand on the small of her back, urging her closer to me.
My erection presses against the back of the leather couch, and I’m already thinking about what I’m going to do with her.
I want to taste more than her mouth.
Sliding one arm under her ass and hefting her over the couch, I get her against my body, her legs wrapping around my waist, her sweet lips never leaving mine.
She smells like vanilla and tastes like summer candy, like strawberries, like running through grass and letting sticky drips from popsicles run down your wrists.
“Lucy,” I murmur, as I carry her to my bed. “What should our lesson include tonight?”
Gasping as I tug on her zipper, loosening her dress away from her chest, Lucy says, “Anything you want.”
Dangerous answer. It goes straight to my cock.
Instead of setting her on the bed, I turn and sit at the edge with her in my lap, my hands roaming up and down her back.
I take my time kissing her, dropping my mouth to her chest, the dress gaping away from her skin.
Under, she’s wearing no bra, and I tug the fabric down so I can get my mouth on her nipple.
Lucy arches back, a low sound escaping from her throat, her hips grinding into mine with the movement.
Instantly, I know what this “lesson” will be.
“Lift up,” I coax, and she does what I say, so I can slide her lacy panties down one leg, then the other. Just to test, I slide a finger into her folds, finding her plenty ready for me. “Oh, fuck, sugar. You’re so wet.”
“From you,” she whispers, and now she’s dropping her lips to my skin, peppering kisses along my neck and biting my earlobe. Stunned speechless for a moment, I have to swallow down the urgency coursing through my body—there’s plenty of time.
It gets more difficult as she begins to move her hips, her voice low and needy in my ear. “It’s from you, Nico. Looking at me from across the boat, then when you kissed me,” she grinds down, hard, gasping, “That you knew about Dane. Pushing—”
Briefly, the image of my best friend with his cock in this woman flashes to mind. Dane, controlling and exacting, telling her precisely what he wants her to do for him. Demanding. My cock jumps, and my hands tighten on her as I imagine him pumping into her.
What did it look like—did he bend her over a chair in the cabin? Fuck her in the bathroom, or with a view out of the plane? Lewdly, I picture her perfect tits pressed to the glass, her pretty blonde hair cascading down her back as his hands tighten on her hips.
Fuck.
“Come here,” I say to her, because I need something to do with the arousal from the image. Something other than examining what, exactly, it means that it’s in my head in the first place.
I strip her dress off over her head, then take a moment to marvel at her—so much bared to me, the gentle curve of her shoulder, her tight belly, the damp spot she’s leaving on my suit pants. Her nipples, pert and wet from my mouth, her hair curled perfectly, so different from usual.
It’s my only regret. I almost wish we hadn’t played dress-up. That I could have her looking the way she did the first time I saw her in the office, instead. More herself, even if she was in an outfit that Dane bought for her.
I’m not thinking about my own clothes, but Lucy tugs at my pants, clearly wanting a little more equity in our nakedness, so I lift my hips—pressing into her so she gasps again—and slide them off.
I took my suit jacket off when we got down here, but Lucy makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt before pushing it up and off over my shoulders. When I rise up to pull it out from under me, her gaze trails down to my naked chest.
A strange feeling moves through my body. Typically, when a woman admires the body that I work so hard on, I feel good. Arrogant, almost.
But now, with her eyes on me, it feels different. Like my body is something for her to take. Something for her to have. None of the other women before have mattered—what matters is that she enjoys the view. Lucy, specifically. Only.
Attempting to ignore this thought, I finish undressing, without ever fully losing contact with her.
My boxers stay on. I’m not giving myself that opportunity yet. There’s something else I want to do more. “Come here,” I say again, moving up the bed, grabbing a pillow and tucking it under my head.
“Where?” she asks, breathless, eyes wide and wild. I let out a low chuckle—she really wasn’t lying about being inexperienced.
Hands settling on her hips, I pull her up, over my stomach, then to my chest. As she shifts on her knees, she looks down at me with alarm.
“Nico—” she laughs shakily, falling forward slightly, her hand flying out to grip the headboard for stability. “What are you—”
“I want you to ride my face, Lucy,” I growl, licking the inside of her thigh, still tugging her hips. If she sat down now, it would be on my neck. Not quite there. “Come here, I want to taste you.”
I can feel her legs shaking with excitement. “I’m not sure if—I mean, Nico, I don’t—”
I lift my head up and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, getting a good taste of her. It makes me feel primal. Possessive.
And it surprises her into settling down over me, a gasping moan darting out of her as she gives me everything I want. My hands fly to her legs, that sweet spot where thigh meets hip, and I hold on there, drawing her down, applying more pressure.
Lucy cries out when I swipe over her clit, and starts to move, riding me just like I asked. I hum against her, loving the pressure, loving the feeling of being used.
And loving the view of her like this—tits bouncing above me, head thrown back, those blond waves starting to come loose from the more elaborate curls the salon set her hair into.
“Fuck, yes,” I say into her, hoping the meaning will travel through her body and make it to her brain. She brings her other hand up to the headboard, crying out, hips rolling with a fervor against me.
I hold onto her, squeezing, not letting her lift up from me for a second.
If only I had some of our toys with me, I’d slide a dildo into her, turn on the vibration, and watch her completely lose her mind. Imagining it makes my cock even harder.
And then, without warning, I imagine Cole standing near my head, his cock in her perfect little mouth. Her moans of pleasure muffled by him, the roll of her hips, her scream of pleasure trapped in her body.
“Fuck,” I moan against her clit, right as she starts to come apart above me.
“Nico, Nico—” she gasps desperately, one of her hands flying down to my hair, fingers tangling in it. Dane may have had his own taste of firsts, but I’m getting this—the first man to sit under her like this, worship her in this particular way.
The tug of her hand in my hair is good, too good, and the sound of my name on her lips, coupled with the weird—but hot as hell—images my mind has been conjuring up, causes something that’s never really happened to me before.
Lucy comes, crying out, riding me hard, the sounds of her pleasure bordering on sobs. And my hips thrust, stomach tightening, boxers too tight, my own orgasm crashing over me.
She breathes hard above me, letting out noises like a sprinter having just finished a race, her body going pliant. And I lay under her, skin buzzing, head filled with the realization that Lucy just made me come without even getting my cock out from my pants.
Slowly, she dismounts from me, her breathing still rapid. My eyes shift lazily to her breasts, and it doesn’t help matters when she brings her hands up, holding them like she’s hiding her nipples from me.
“Nico,” she says, swallowing, her eyes wide and unfocused, hair a mess around her face. She kneels at my side, heels against her ass. “I want to—to—”
My head is still fuzzy from the orgasm, but staring at her breasts, pressed up against her chest like that, I’m already starting to get hard again.
“What do you want, baby?” I murmur. My hand wanders down to my cock, and I avoid the sticky mess, stroking over the fabric once, feeling my length harden further under my touch.
This woman. Fuck.
“I want to suck your cock.” Lucy says it so forcefully that the words hit me like physical objects. Her gaze travels down in that direction, and she swallows before looking back at me.
Letting out a laughing groan, I lift my hips from the bed and pull off my boxers. My hand returns to my cock, stroking slowly to build the pleasure, and I let my eyes wander back to her.
“Come here, then.” I tip my head up, asking for a kiss, needing a little more time to get ready. Lucy comes closer but pauses with her mouth an inch from mine. I pull back, trying to read her face. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Won’t it—” she pauses, her gaze flitting down to my lips, my mouth. “I mean, you were just—”
“Oh, I see,” She’s worried about tasting herself on my tongue. So many firsts… Fuck. “It’s all a part of it. Half of sex is narcissism, after all.”
She swallows, then nods, and when she brings her mouth to mine, a moan escapes from the back of her throat.
I pull her to straddle me again, and can’t resist slipping a hand under her, finding her still wet and warm from my mouth.
I drag a finger through her, then slide it into her pussy.
With each move I make, she falters in kissing me, her little breaths an active record of each thing that makes her feel good.
“Fucking hell,” I hiss at how tight she is, her walls closing in, fluttering around my fingers the moment they’re in her.
“Nico,” she gasps, eyes fluttering shut, head falling forward. “If you keep doing that—”
As much as I want her to suck my cock, I want this more. I pump my fingers into her, and this time, I don’t stop the images from flooding my mind.
All three of us, doing what we can to make her feel good. We could send her soaring and then completely wreck her. It feels off-limits, wrong in a certain kind of way that I can’t articulate.
But I’m not really known for having a problem with off-limits.
Lucy comes again, and I think that will be it for her, that she’ll curl into my side and fall asleep. Instead, she brings her lips to mine once more, kissing me deeply before trailing more kisses down my chest.
She moves down to my stomach, then perches between my legs, uncertainly wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and looking up at me.
I prop up on my pillow with my hands behind my head. “You can—”
But before I can start instructing her at all, Lucy is pumping with her hand, slow and steady. Maybe she was watching me, or maybe this is a lesson she and Dane already had. But all words leave my head.
I’ve never had a problem talking in bed. Usually, it’s what I’m good at.
Lucy silences me, sends the thoughts flying away when I try to grasp onto them. And when she lowers her mouth to the head of my cock, licking off the sticky cum there with the tip of her tongue and smiling up at me, I’m nothing but the sensation.
Still stroking, she takes me in her mouth, and I bring a hand to the back of her head, not pushing, but just feeling the rhythm of her movements.
It drives me insane, and I start to thrust up into her mouth. She meets each movement, takes me deeper, and it’s just minutes before I feel the tension building.
I tap on her shoulder, try to communicate to her that I’m going to come, and she can lift her head before I do. But she’s steadfast about keeping her lips stretched around my cock, and when I come, she swallows it down.
“Fuck—” I look at her and then let my head fall back again. “Fuck.”
When she’s done, she crawls back up my body, looking pretty damn pleased with herself.
Gently, she kisses me, then pulls back and whispers, “So, we’re both narcissists, huh?”
And I realize, all at once, that this girl is going to change everything.