Chapter 9 Este #2
“I do like doing that,” I confirm—why lie? “But I’ve only been actively trying to do it today, for the record.”
“You’ve been doing it since you got here, trying or not.” He kicks his jeans off, and I only have a second to process how hard he is, pressing against his boxers, before he’s kneeling again.
I expect him to take my underwear off, but he doesn’t.
He leans over me, pushing up my rumpled cami, his soft beard tickling my stomach as he kisses me.
I’m raised up enough on my elbows that I’m looking down at him slightly when his kisses reach my breasts.
He drags his tongue along the curve, groaning, then draws my nipple between his lips.
I cry out, my head snapping back. His mouth is so fucking warm, sending fire into my body as he circles my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
He brushes his thumb over the other, and I feel my hips lifting from the couch. Closer. I need him closer.
“God, god, god, god,” I chant as he makes the room spin, spiraling me closer to the edge than anyone ever has by just touching my nipples. I’m seconds away from actually coming when he stops, rising up my body.
I open my mouth to protest but swallow it when he drags his fingers up my neck. His hand is big enough to grip my throat—his grip featherlight—and still press his pointer finger against my lips.
“Oh god,” I whimper, as he presses it into my mouth.
“Uh-uh,” Nico says, as I suck it deeper. “That’s not what you call me, is it?”
I shake my head, and he pulls his finger out, dragging it down my body, using my own saliva to tease my nipple.
“What do you call me?” he murmurs, his mouth hovering above mine. He doesn’t kiss me. Fuck, I wish he would kiss me.
“Daddy,” I whisper, my gaze glued to his lips. They curve in a smirk that makes my stomach flip.
“That’s a good girl.”
Where the fuck has this version of him been hiding for the past week?
He leans in, but skips my lips, kissing my jaw instead. It’s hard to be frustrated when he traverses my body, leaving searing kiss marks every few inches as he heads south.
I expect him to keep going when he kisses my belly button, but he doesn’t.
He curses, kissing it once, twice, three times more, then circling the edges with his tongue.
My body is alight, burning. I moan, squirming below him as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my belly button.
It’s ticklish, the sensation somehow reaching every inch of my body.
I close my legs around his back, writhing, falling closer to the edge.
I cannot come for the first time because he’s licking my belly button. But I could. It feels so fucking electric.
“Oh my go—Daddy,” I correct with a whimper, and Nico growls his approval against my naval.
His tongue is relentless, so much so that I don’t notice his hand moving down my body until he slides it inside my underwear and presses his thumb against my clit.
I open my mouth, but my cry is silent as Nico rubs his thumb in one single circle, and I lose it. It’s like I’m soaring outside of myself, my back bowing off the couch as I try to get closer to him, my nails razing down his back.
Hell, I’m practically hyperventilating when I float back down into my body. Nico has his forehead pressed against my stomach, his hand still in my underwear, and I can see the rise and fall of his back like he, too, is trying to catch his breath.
After a moment, he looks up. There’s no gray left in his eyes, just black, hungry desire.
He licks his lips and reaches for my face, brushing my hair out of my eyes and stroking my cheek. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, shaking his head in what looks like disbelief.
Nico stands to full height and gestures to the back of the couch. “Shuffle up, angel.”
I do as I’m told, my body on fire. I’m desperate to collapse onto the sofa bed, my lungs gasping for air. But I’m transfixed by the sight of Nico towering above me, pushing his boxers down.
And holy fucking shit.
I should’ve known—he has to be at least six-five, if not taller. He is… huge. God. I can handle a lot, but this might be beyond my capabilities. I’ve always liked a challenge, though.
Nico runs his fist up and down his dick, watching me take him in, clearly waiting for my reaction.
All I manage is: “Oh, fuck.”
He chuckles and kneels on the couch, settling between my thighs. “Este.”
“Hmm?” I force myself to look at his face.
“We’re not taking it further than this.”
Wait. What? I screw up my face. “Is that negotiable?”
“No. There’s got to be some kind of line I don’t cross tonight.” He swallows, closing his eyes. I can see the conflict warring inside him.
“So, what?” I sit up so I can wrap my hand around his cock, and he sucks in a breath, his fingers twitching. “It doesn’t count if you don’t actually fuck me?” We both know it’s not true. Sex is sex, whether he’s inside me or not. But I can’t lie—it’s kind of hot to pretend.
Nico’s gaze is molten when he opens his eyes. “I didn’t say it was a logical line. But I’m still going to make you feel good. Now, show Daddy your pretty pussy, angel.”
Well, who am I to say no to that?
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, but Nico shakes his head.
“Leave them on.”
God. I push them to the side, and Nico groans, stretching my thighs apart with his hands and bending his head between them.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls before running his tongue over me.
I fall back on the couch, sobbing at the rush of bliss that spreads through me.
Nico’s beard and mustache feel fucking incredible, scratching up my thighs, tickling me in all the right spots.
He holds me loose enough that I can move my hips, so I can grind against his face, chasing more, more, more.
Nico pulls me right to the edge, until my lungs are burning, and my legs are spasming, then stops.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, but Nico sits up on his knees and edges closer to me. He shoves my underwear farther to the side and slides his cock over my pussy. “Oh.”
He groans, using my underwear and his hand to hold his cock against me as he moves. “You’re fucking soaked, angel. God.”
Every time he brushes against my clit, it’s heaven. His thrusts are erratic, and the hand that’s not holding his cock is shaking when he twines his fingers with mine.
Knowing he’s so damn close and not inside me is torture. The tip of his cock nudges against me, and I cry out.
“Please… Please, Daddy. Just a little. It doesn’t count if you’re not all the way inside.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound begging, how irrational and simply untrue it is.
Because Nico bites his lip, looking down between us, and I know he wants it as badly as I do.
“Fuck. Just a little,” he groans, pulling back.
I sit up so I can watch him press the head of his cock inside me.
It’s barely in, but already the stretch is incredible.
I might not be able to feel all of him inside me, but it’s not hard to imagine.
I’ve been dreaming about it, after all. I feel myself clenching around him, desperate for more, but it’s enough to break me.
Nico pinches my clit between his finger and thumb as I soar, a galaxy worth of stars sparkling in my vision.
I’ve never felt anything like this, and he’s not even inside me. Not really.
“Nico,” I cry as my orgasm crests, and he growls, pulling out just in time to spill all over me. It’s messy, filthy, and by far the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I come down, collapsing against the couch, but Nico cups my head, like he’s protecting it. Then he lies beside me, staring up at the ceiling, panting. He looks as stunned as I feel.
Thank god we have weeks until the snow melts.