Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
By the time Nicholas and I make it to my room, we’re already tangled together, mouths colliding in hungry, frantic kisses.
His hand slides down my back, steadying me as I press into him, my heart pounding so loud I can barely hear anything else.
The door thuds shut behind us, but I know it won’t keep Koen out for long, not when he promised to follow us the second he could touch me without grease-stained fingers.
The thought of him joining us only makes my skin burn hotter.
Nicholas pulls back to catch his breath, his chest heaving as I push him down to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes flick up to mine, nervous, full of anticipation, his lips parted like he wants to speak but can’t form the words.
God, he’s beautiful like this.
The disarray of his dark hair, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders, it’s enough to make my knees weak. But it’s the raw need in his eyes that undoes me, that silent plea for direction, for permission.
I step into the space between his knees, feeling the heat radiating from his body. My fingers curl under his chin, tilting his face up. His breath stutters as his eyes flutter closed briefly, then snap open again, pupils blown wide with desire.
Slowly, deliberately, I peel off my shirt, the fabric slipping over my head and dropping to the floor.
His eyes follow every movement as his breath catches audibly.
My fingers trace the band of my bra, unhooking it and letting it slide down my arms. The cool air kisses my bare skin, and I watch as Nicholas’s gaze drops.
I lean in, so close that the swell of my breasts brushes his lips, and his breath fans over my skin as his eyes flick up to mine, reverent, almost dazed. “You want this?” My thumb brushes along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble beneath my touch.
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes.”
A slow smile curls my lips as I press a little closer, letting the curve of my breast graze his mouth. “Then suck my tits.”
His eyes darken further, his hands trembling as they finally lift to touch me. His palms glide over my sides, up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a jolt of pure need straight between my thighs.
A soft, helpless sound escapes his throat as he leans in, his lips closing around one hardened peak. The first drag of his tongue makes me gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place. He sucks gently, then harder, his teeth grazing, making my back arch.
“Yesss,” I whisper, my voice a breathless sigh. “Just like that.”
His hands knead my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples while his mouth worships me.
He switches to the other side, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before pulling it between his lips.
The wet heat of his mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth—it’s maddening, igniting a slow burn that makes my knees weak and my pussy oh-so-wet.
I tug his hair, pulling him back to see his face. His lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes glazed with need.
“You listen so well, that mouth of yours worshiping me,” I praise. “You love tasting me, don’t you?”
“I love it.” He nods, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. “I love making you feel good.”
“Then don’t stop.” I guide his head back to my chest. “Show me how good you can be.”
He groans softly, his mouth finding my nipple again, his hands exploring, caressing, every touch lighting me up from the inside.
I press closer, making him moan into my skin, the sound vibrating through me, while Nicholas’s hands drift down from my breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, lingering at the button of my jeans.
He glances up at me, eyes dark and seeking permission. I nod, and he unfastens the button with trembling fingers. Then the zipper lowers, each inch revealing more of me, his eyes following the path like he’s unwrapping a gift.
He peels the denim down my legs, his knuckles brushing my skin, and my panties are next, the lace sliding down with agonizing slowness. When I’m finally bare before him, his gaze rakes over me.
Fuck, I love his eyes on me.
I let my hands drift down to the hem of his shirt. “Arms up.”
He obeys instantly, lifting his arms, and I peel the shirt off, dropping it to the floor. I trail my fingers down his torso, feeling the tension in his muscles and the way he holds himself together like he’s afraid he’ll break.
“Look at you… already falling apart for me. Do you even realize how fucking beautiful you are like this?” I press a kiss to his collarbone, then to the hollow of his throat. He shudders beneath me, and a whimper slips past his lips.
I push him back onto the bed, and he falls onto his elbows, eyes wide as I climb onto the mattress, straddling his waist. My hands roam his chest, fingers tracing his pecs and stomach, feeling every line and dip.
Leaning down, I press open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, teasing him, drawing out those little sounds that make my core tighten. “You smell so fucking good,” I whisper as his bergamot scent fills my nose and my tongue flicks against his earlobe.
He groans, his hips shifting beneath me, his hard cock twitching against my thigh. “Sweetness…”
I pull back, meeting his gaze with a wicked smile. “You want more?”
“Yes. Please.”
I slide off him, standing at the edge of the bed. “Strip.”
His cheeks flame, but he doesn’t hesitate as his fingers fumble with his belt and then the button of his jeans. He kicks them off along with his briefs, and his beautiful cock springs free before he sits back, perfectly naked.
I drink him in. The way his chest rises and falls, the uncertainty in his eyes. “Lie back,” I command softly. He does, stretching his body out for me, his cock twitching against his stomach. I crawl onto the bed and straddle his chest. His breath hitches, eyes glued to my body.
“Now, be a good boy, and let me sit on your face,” I purr.
“Fuck.”
I glide up slowly, turning around to face his body, my knees framing his head. I hover above his mouth, his breath hot against my core, and a shiver rolls through me. Every shaky exhale is a whispered promise against me.
“Look at you,” I murmur, glancing down his body, my eyes devouring the sight of his cock, thick, hard, and leaking for me. I shift my weight, my fingers trailing down to wrap around his length. “Mmm… messy for me.”
His hips jerk at the contact, a strangled moan slipping from his throat as his grip on my thighs tightens. Unable to hold back any longer, I sink lower, teasing him with just a brush of my pussy against his face. His hands flex, desperate to pull me down, to taste me.
“Patience.” My thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, and I savor the low groan he releases. Then I let my weight settle, finally giving him what we both crave.
The first glide of his tongue makes my hips jerk and a gasp slip from my lips.
He moans into me, the sound vibrating against my clit.
It’s a soft, needy sound, and the way his hands clutch at my thighs makes my core clench in response.
His tongue swirls slowly, drawing out every ounce of my pleasure.
He’s so eager to please, so desperate for my reaction.
I bend forward and lick a slow path from the base to the tip of his cock, relishing the way his body jolts beneath me.
“Fuck.” His voice is muffled against my pussy, as his hips buck, seeking more.
I smirk against the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him into my mouth. He whimpers, his tongue faltering on me for a moment. But then he refocuses and licks deeper.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs into me as he pulls me down harder onto his face, devouring every drop of me. His desperation makes me throb.
“Yes. God, just like that.” My hips buck, a ragged cry escaping my lips as he licks harder, faster, as though he’s starving for it.
“Oh fuck. You’re gonna make me come already.
” I collapse forward, my forehead pressed to his thigh as I pant, my fingernails pressing into his skin. “Don’t stop. Not until I say so.”
His moan is pure desperation, muffled by the wet heat of my pussy, and my body locks up, his name ripping from my throat as waves of ecstasy crash through me. I tremble above him, my thighs squeezing his head, his tongue never stopping as he licks me through it all.
“Stop.” My grip on his thigh loosens as I come down. Nicholas’s tongue slows, his licks turning soft, savoring the last taste of me before he kisses my inner thigh.
I lift myself off him, my legs trembling, and turn to look down at his flushed, dazed face. His lips are glistening, and he’s panting hard.
“Goddamn…” A tremor racks through me, and I take a ragged breath. “You did so good.” I brush his damp hair back from his forehead, and my thumb traces his lower lip.
He kisses it softly, his eyes half lidded. “Fuck.” A shy, breathless smile curls his lips. “I’ve never done that.”
I grin, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. “Seems like you are a natural.”
He laughs softly, his hands resting on my waist, but his cock is still hard, still aching, pressed against his stomach.
I slide down his body, off the bed, where I stand, making him groan in protest. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull him up by his shoulders, guiding him until he’s standing, too, his body flush against mine. His hands come to my hips while his cock presses against my stomach, the heat of it sending another ripple of need through me.
He leans down to kiss me hungrily, but I move, pressing my lips to his ear. “Fuck me.”
A shiver runs through him. “Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice.”