10. Chapter Ten #2
Nico lets out a low growl before his lips slam into mine. I get lost within the kiss, forgetting about what room we’re in. Forgetting about Alek’s dead body. Right in this moment, I don’t even care about it.
Nico’s kiss is just as good as it was when we kissed the night of the dinner party. Better even, since I’m not drugged. I can experience it all with my right mind.
My hands find his arms. I can’t help but touch him. He’s so strong and secure and sexy. I hate him and I desire him. It’s all kinds of messed up and yet, I can’t seem to find it in myself to be bothered by it right now.
I lean into him, seeking more but Nico pulls back.
The look he gives me sends shivers down my spine for a good reason. I’ve never felt this electric. This alive. This… sexy.
A man has never looked at me like this before and I can see why people are obsessed with sex. Why they’re desperate for companionship.
If Nico never stopped looking at me like this, I’d be a happy woman for the rest of my life.
“Come with me,” he growls, tugging my hand and leading me out of the room and upstairs to his office.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he backs me up into his desk.
“I didn’t want to do this in front of a dead body. Just didn’t seem right.” He kneels before me.
Never would I have thought Nico would kneel to me.
“Nico?” I ask.
He pushes my dress up around my waist and settles his hands on my panties. I hold still, desperate to see what he’ll do. Also a little afraid of what he’ll do to me. The last time he ripped my panties off, he spanked me.
Is this another punishment?
His eyes catch mine as he pulls my underwear down. I don’t stop him. Why am I not stopping him? I can’t seem to find it in myself anymore to stop him.
Nico has made me commit the worst sort of crime anyone can commit. I’m past saving now.
I might as well enjoy my ride into hell.
He settles my right leg over his shoulder.
My breath catches when he nuzzles my inner thigh. “Nico?”
“I love knowing I get to be the first man to ever put my mouth on you.”
I gasp. “Shouldn’t we take things slower?”
“Do you want to take it slower?” He keeps his face right there , making it hard for me to think.
“No,” I whisper. I want to see what he’ll do to me. I want to feel it.
“Good girl.” His smirk sets me on fire for the first time instead of irritating me. “I need to know what you taste like.”
That’s when he burrows his head right between my legs. I cry out when his lips find my folds. I never knew I was so sensitive down there. I know it now.
He lets out a low growl as he kisses up to my nub and spends time licking and flicking it with his tongue. My hips rise up of their own accord and buck against his face, seeking friction.
Nico is relentless with his tongue. Running it over and over and over my clit. I’ve never felt anything so good in my life before.
I’ve touched myself under the cover of darkness even though my dad always made it clear that masturbation was a sinful thing. That’s why I always felt shame about it. But I would touch myself and it would feel good.
But never this good.
My hands grip the desk. I’m not sure I could stand upright on my own if it weren’t for the desk and Nico’s hands on my thighs. He’s gripping them like he’s worried I’ll run again. And I can’t say that I won’t. There’s still a part of me that wants to leave Nico. That wants to be free of him.
And another part that wants to enjoy complete freedom with him.
“Mmm,” he says, running his tongue over my folds. I gasp. I can’t believe that my powerful, sexy husband is kneeling before me, eating me out. I’ve read about this in books so I knew it was something people did.
But knowing about it and experiencing it are too completely different things.
My face is on fire as I buck my hips closer to his face. It’s shameful but then again, how bad can it be when it feels this good?
“Oh,” I gasp, dropping my head back. I have no worries or fears inside of me right now. Nothing but the pure pleasure Nico is showing me. It’s a cure of its own.
“Look at me,” he orders before returning to my nub.
“No,” I say breathless.
“Look at me, Sasha.” His hands tighten on my thighs and the command in his voice is sexy.
I lift my head back up and meet his eyes as he places his mouth back between my legs. He never looks away from me once as he runs his mouth over me. It’s the most intimate, pleasurable thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how anything can get better than this.
“Oh,” I moan again. “Yes. Yes!”
His tongue finds the perfect pressure and rhythm against my clit. I can feel the pleasure growing, growing, growing inside of me. My hands tighten on the desk. I can’t hold back any longer.
Nico brings his hands behind me to cup my ass. The motion thrusts my hips forward, closer to his face. His nose presses against my pubic mound while his tongue laps at my bud. He’s eating me like a dying man. Like he’s not sure this will ever happen again.
And maybe it won’t. Maybe I’ll wake up from this dream and pretend it never happened.
But for right now, I want to get lost in it.
“Oh!” I cry out as a rush of pleasure hits me. My hips have a mind of their own as they grind down against his face. All the orgasms I gave myself under the cover of darkness are nothing compared to this. They were pitiful, pathetic things. The orgasm Nico gave me is majestic and wild.
It’s something I’ll never be able to forget.
My body trembles for a long time. Nico continues to run his tongue and lips over my folds, like he’s making sure to get every last drop of my pleasure.
I slump onto the desk, all my energy spent.
Nico kisses each of my inner thighs before he stands back up, taking my underwear with him. He pockets the tiny scrap of fabric.
“I can just put on another pair,” I remind him.
“No. I think you’re not going to wear underwear ever again. That’s my new decree.”
“You can’t stop me.”
“I’ll just have to burn all of your panties so you can’t wear them.”
I shake my head, lost in the pleasure Nico just gave me. “You’re so weird.”
“I’m the weird one? You’re the one who got turned on by murdering a guy.”
That zaps all of the pleasure from my body, reminding me exactly where I am and what I just did. What I just allowed Nico to do.
I push my dress down so at least it covers my legs, offering me some sort of protection from him.
“I didn’t get turned on by murdering someone,” I snap.
“Oh? Then what was that? By the way, you taste delicious. Sweet and musky at the same time. I could eat you out for the rest of my life.”
His words are getting to me, meaning he has power over me once more. Nico made me kill a man. He ate me out. He’s the one in control but I’m tired of it. I want to be in control for once.
Feeling brave after what we just did, I kneel before him and reach for his belt.
“What are you doing?” he asks, a smile in his voice.
“You tasted me. It’s only fair I taste you.”
He grabs the back of my head, forcing my head back to look at him. “You’ve never had a man in your mouth before.”
“I know. But I want to try. I want to know what you taste like too.” And maybe, just maybe, I can make Nico lose control like he did to me. “Just… be gentle with me. I’ve never done this before.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re going to kill me with your innocence. And here you tried to pretend you weren’t a virgin. How long were you going to keep that lie up if you hadn’t been drugged?”
“Probably forever. Or least until I knew I could trust you.” I pause. “So, for forever.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “You couldn’t hide it from me. Fine. You want to taste me, sweetheart? Then I’ll gladly let you taste me.” His smirk is on full display as he unbuckles his pants and pushes those and his underwear down. His erection springs forth.
The sight of it on my knees is more intimidating than I thought it would be. I almost lose my nerve but I want to do this. I want to take back some control from Nico.
…and the dark part of me is curious to know what he tastes like too.
Gently, I grip his length in my hand. Nico hisses, fluttering his eyes closed. I just have to trust my instincts.
Leaning forward, I place a kiss right on his tip.
The growl that leaves Nico’s throat makes him sound animalistic. “Take me in your mouth, sweetheart. And you can grip me harder. I can take it.”
“Can you?” I taunt before taking a deep breath and taking him into my mouth. He doesn’t go far in before I gag a little and pull back. “I can’t do too much.”
“Anything you can do is fine with me.” He brushes my hair away from my face. “Though I do love hearing you gag on my cock.”
I can’t help but flush. No, I remind myself. I’m trying to be brave and strong. Showing fear and shame is not going to help me right now.
I take Nico back in my mouth but this time, I don’t take him as deep.
I focus on breathing through my nose as I run my tongue along his length.
Taking his advice, I grip him harder. Nico gently thrusts his hips forward but he doesn’t jam his length into me.
He’s being careful not to hurt me, I notice.
It’s touching. It also makes me hate him more because it makes me like him more.
Being brave, I run my hand up his erection until I reach his balls. I gently skim my fingers over both of them. The sound that leaves Nico’s mouth makes me smile around his length. I have that power over him. I literally have him in the palm of my hand and it’s a good fucking feeling.
I continue to lick and gently suck him, getting better and better at it the more I do it. Nico gives me encouragement with his sounds and his hands. He wraps his hand over mine, showing how much pressure he likes.
I can tell when Nico starts to get close to his release. His breath comes out in shallow pants and his hips increase their pressure.
“If you don’t me coming in your mouth,” he says, “then pull back now.”
I don’t. I stay exactly where I am.
Nico groans his release and his semen enters my mouth. It’s mostly salty with very little taste. I sit back on my heels and stare up at him, swallowing his release. I’m proud and impressed with myself for that.
He smiles down at me. “Well.”
“Well.” That’s all I can think to say.