Chapter 16
NICO
My teammates give me 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.
Totally pussy-whipped.
But, no, this isn’t an act—at least not anymore. And, yes, I guess it was the girl I least expected who changed everything.
Instead of going to my place, I drive right to hers, finding parking a few blocks away, so I have to hoof it at almost ten o’clock at night, still in my travel clothes.
The new door leading to her apartment has a keypad to unlock, and I hit the combination then take the stairs two at a time. “Honey, I’m home!”
Her door is open before I even have to knock, her smiling face greeting me.
And I have to remind myself to breathe.
Because of the sudden and overwhelming realization that I am home.
“Hi, Nico.”
All I can think is she is the one I want greeting me when I come home for the rest of my life.
I kick the door shut behind me, briefly sweeping my gaze around, noticing the bouquets of sunflowers everywhere, brightening up this hole-in-the-wall.
Before my mind can run wild with ideas of moving her out of here, I refocus in front of me and comb my fingers into her hair, holding her steady to brush my lips against hers. “Hi, Jojo.”
She curls her fingers around my wrists, tilting her head so I have more access to her mouth. She tastes faintly of chocolate and mint, her familiar scent wrapping around me. She is my quiet place, my soft landing, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to give her up after this season is over.
Walking her backward toward her bed, I’m not particularly gentle or smooth, and when I push her to the bed, she snickers. “Hello to you too.”
I can’t help the need riding me. The rush of adrenaline when she opened the door. I never expected Jo to come along in my life and knock everything off-balance, so it seems only fair she experiences a bit of the dizzying madness. No matter how minuscule it is.
She has to know…
Can’t she see what she does to me?
I crawl over her, my knees on either side of her hips, hands planted next to her shoulders as she gazes up at me with wide brown eyes. So expressive and full of something that looks a lot like adoration.
At least, I hope that’s what it is.
I bend, kissing and nipping at her until her lips are swollen and red patches mar the skin of her throat. Until she’s squirming beneath me, hands groping at me like she can’t get me close enough.
Pride swells in my chest. I did that, and I want to do so much more.
I want to make her feel so good she never wants me to leave.
I want to see her come undone and know I’m the one who did that to her.
Me.
Her fake fiancé.
Except, when I look down at her like this, it doesn’t feel fake. It feels like she’s mine and I’m hers, and when I kiss her again, she gives herself to me. Her legs parting so I can settle between them, her mouth opening so I can taste her. Her arms winding around my shoulders, holding me to her.
I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Holding myself above her, I skate my hand underneath her T-shirt and find her skin warm, her breasts bare and waiting for me.
I palm one, thumb flicking over her nipple, and she arches into me, her body so responsive, I have to remind myself to go slow.
Because Jo trusts me to do this with her, to be the only one to have this experience with her.
Keeping my hand where it is, I shift to move down her body, skimming my lips over her collarbone and then lower over her exposed skin when I push her shirt up.
I drag my mouth over the soft curve of her stomach and the dip of her belly button.
Along the ladder of her ribs to the curve of her breast and her stiff dark-pink nipple, begging for my mouth.
So I cover it, sucking it between my lips while I pinch the other, and she cries out, back bowing.
Fucking perfect.
I squeeze and play, palming one of her plump mounds and then the other.
They’re big and heavy, teardrop-shaped, and I spend minutes—hours, who knows, because I’m lost to her—listening to the little hitches in her breath, feeling the mindless way she repeatedly tightens her legs around my hips, as if she is afraid I’ll stop.
Never.
But with how hard my dick is, I need to do more. For both of our sakes.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I feel her damp heat through her cotton leggings, and when I rub my fingers back and forth, she mewls sweetly. I do it again, adding more pressure, and her eyes flutter closed.
She’s so beautiful, laid out before me, dark hair a mess and skin flushed.
I’ve never responded to anyone the way I have to Jo.
It’s almost as if she was made for me. Everything she does enthralls me, everything she is calls to me, and I’m so lucky to be the man she was unlucky enough to be stuck with.
I don’t deserve her, but I want to. I want to be good enough for her.
In my aim to prove it, I tug at the elastic of her leggings until she opens her eyes to me, and I raise my brows in question. “This okay?”
At her nod, I pull them over her hips but don’t take them all the way off. I don’t want to get lost in this, already too tempted to pull out my cock. Beg her for “just the tip,” but we’re going slow. I won’t mess this up.
I skim my fingers up her soft thighs, eliciting shivers from her, before gliding them over trimmed hair and down the slit of her entrance.
She lifts her hips, seeking more, and I give it to her.
I slip my middle finger between her soft flesh, and she moans so fucking deliciously, I can’t do anything except swallow it into my mouth.
With the tip of my finger rubbing against her clit, I lick into her mouth, messy and overeager, my body having a mind of its own, my brain having left the building.
She sinks her fingers into my hair and bites at my neck. Like a little vampire.
I love it.
As I work her over, I roll my hips, finding some relief for my painfully hard cock, thrusting against the mattress like a literal horndog.
But I don’t care because Jo’s writhing under me, breaths coming in fast pants as I lean down to take her nipple between my lips again, sucking hard.
She whimpers, yanking on my hair, muttering incoherent words.
I know she’s close from how she’s trembling, and I slide two of my fingers into her wet sheath. With a crook of them, she comes, her pussy clenching around my digits, as she moans. “Oh, oh, Nico.”
It nearly undoes me too, but I grit my teeth and tighten my ass cheeks, barely holding off as I watch this magnificent creature find her release.
I don’t stop touching her until she collapses back down to the mattress, her limbs loose, eyes closed. I press a kiss to her lips and then each of her eyelids and her nose and her forehead.
“You good, mama?”
Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a sated smile. “So good.”
I return her grin and then lick off her sticky sweetness from my fingers, which makes her blush furiously. Her flavor makes my dick strain even more, all but punching its way out of my pants, and I shift to give it some room.
Jo’s eyes widen at it. “Can I… Can I touch you?”
This girl is going to be the death of me. “Please. If you don’t, I might die.”
She pushes up on her elbows. “I’ve never… You’ll have to tell me what to do.”
I suck in a breath, already feeling like I could come from her words alone, then reflexively swipe my hand over my mouth. But that was the wrong move. Because my fingers are still wet with her orgasm, and now her taste and smell are on my mouth, my chin, and it drives me wild.
Licking my lips like some kind of feral animal, I roll to my back and jerk the zipper of my pants down, so careless I accidentally lose the button.
I lift up so she can help me push my boxer briefs down, and my dick springs free.
Her eyes widen at it, and I really am an arrogant son of a bitch because I tuck my arms behind my head, allowing her to look her fill.
She saws her teeth into her lower lip as she stares. My dick’s nothing to sneer at, but I’ve never felt so proud of it as I do now. As she flushes from the mere sight of it.
“Wrap your hand around it,” I say, and she tentatively reaches out, lightly curling her fingers around my length. “Don’t be afraid. Grip it hard. You won’t hurt me.” She tightens her fist, and I blow out a breath. “Attagirl.”
After a moment, she looks up at me with concern. “Now what?”
“Pump your hand up and down.”
She does, but it’s out of curiosity, her fingers tracing along the vein, her palm moving down to cup my balls, her other hand getting involved, swiping her thumb over the slit, a bead of moisture already there.
“Is this okay?”
I swallow thickly. “Yeah. I like you touching me. Everything you do feels good.”
With that confidence boost, she sits up to jack me off, her tits swaying beneath her T-shirt, and I can’t resist reaching out to play with them, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
She gasps, her hand faltering, so I reach down to help her, enfolding her fingers with mine, showing her the pace and rhythm I like.
After a minute, she licks her lips, and I track the slide of her tongue, watching her mouth form her words. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
Oh fuck.
Is she for real? Asking me in that timid voice, as if I’ll say no?
I squeeze my eyes shut, my balls already drawing up tight. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But can I?”
I open my eyes to look at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Her lips parted and panting, her eyes wide with inquisitiveness and desire. I nod. “If you want to.”
She glances between my face and my straining cock in her hand, clearly waiting for instruction, so I inhale shakily and blow it out, ordering myself to be fucking cool about this.
Just the perfect woman made for me, wanting to know how to suck my dick.
No big deal.
“Lick up the shaft,” I rasp, and she does, her tongue warm and wet, and I’m already on the edge.
While I’ve masturbated so many times to the thought of Jo doing this, I couldn’t ever imagine what it would actually be like. And now that it’s happening, I’m about to make a fool of myself.
“Put the head in your mouth and suck. Yeah, Jo. Just like that.” Engulfed in her mouth, my dick jumps a little, and I tunnel my fingers into her hair, lifting it up so I can watch the way her mouth surrounds me. “Fuck, babe, that’s so good.”
She takes me deeper, and my hips punch up involuntarily, making her gag. “Ah, shit, Jo, I’m sorry. I just…” With the scent of her pussy still lingering on my face and the feel of her sucking on me, I’m in sensory overload. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come right now.”
I try to pull her off me, but she fights against my hold, and I can’t possibly battle my body’s urge anymore. “Jo, please, are you sure?”
She hums around my length, and my eyes roll back. Fuck me.
I let go, my hips thrusting as I come down her throat. She gags but swallows my orgasm, every last fucking drop, and if I weren’t already obsessed with her, I certainly would be now.
She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth, over her red and glistening lips. “Was that okay?”
“Was that okay? Jo. You sucked my soul out of my body.”
Maybe it was because she’s so inexperienced and didn’t know what to do, she was extra eager, and fuck, it was good. The best I’ve ever had.
I reach down, hauling her up my body, and take her lips with mine. I kiss her deeply, not giving one single fuck that she just swallowed my come. I want to taste myself on her. I want her to know she’s mine.
When I finally pull back, I smooth her hair back from her face, and she offers me a shy smile.
“You okay?” I ask, and she nods.
“Yeah. Thank you, Nico.”
I huff a laugh. “No, thank you.”
Then I pull her down to me, pressing a kiss to her forehead. It’s only then, when she’s cuddled up against my side, that I realize we didn’t even take our clothes off. At my snort, she leans back to look at me. “What?”
“I was in such a hurry to touch you, I didn’t even get you naked.”
“Next time.”
“Yeah,” I agree sleepily and close my eyes. Because there will be a next time. Many next times, if I have anything to say about it.