61. Niccolò
61
NICCOLò
I sabella and I leave her brother’s office, and without a word, she takes off down the hall, so I follow her, watching her hips sway in those tight-ass jeans of hers.
Once we’ve made it clear across the house, she pushes a door open to what I recognize as her room. While she sets her phone on her nightstand, I shut the door behind us, and by the time I turn back around, Isabella is pushing me up against it. She takes me so off guard that my head thumps against the hard wood.
Letting out a chuckle, I say, “Ooh, looking to get a little rough tonight?”
The fire behind Isabella’s eyes tells me she doesn’t have me backed up against the door to tear my clothes off and have her way with me, but my comment still does something to her because a trickle of desire seeps into her eyes.
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t technically lie to you.”
Irritation flashes through her brown irises, and I realize technicalities aren’t something she wants to hear right now when I did, in fact, keep the truth from her.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she says, “You went behind my back.”
I do my best to keep my eyes firmly placed on hers, but the fact she raised her tits by the sheer act of crossing her arms over her chest has me consumed with the thought of them. This is what not having Isabella every fucking day does to me.
She narrows her gaze on me and quirks an eyebrow, which has me thinking she can read my mind. Or maybe it’s the sheer desire that takes over my face when I’m around this woman.
“Don’t even think about it, Nicco,” she says, which has the corner of my mouth drawing up into a smirk.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say.
“Lying to me again?”
Giving Isabella an exasperated look, I say, “I didn’t lie to you, but yes, I did omit the truth from you. I know you would’ve preferred I told you about the meeting with your brother, but I had to do this on my own. I had to come to him man to man, don to don. You have to understand that.”
She narrows her gaze once more before letting out a sigh. The warm air fans my neck. “Fine, I guess I understand that.”
Now it’s my turn to let out a sigh of relief, which causes Isabella to backhand my chest. “But you still should’ve told me. I just want to be in the loop on things. I could’ve hung back while you had your meeting.”
“As if you would’ve hung back . I know you well enough to know that’s not how you operate,” I say with a laugh. “But that was one of the last things I’ll ever hide from you.”
“What do you mean, one of ?” Her annoyed tone makes me want to laugh again, but I subdue it.
“Oh, I fully plan on keeping things that I deem necessary a secret from you.” Her brows shoot up to her hairline, but before she can interject, I continue. “Like, for example, your engagement ring.”
The mouth she had just opened to argue with me snaps shut, and her eyes widen. “Engagement ring?”
“In every other way, you’re already my wife, but I’ll have to make it official with an engagement ring and wedding band at some point, and that , my sweet Isabella, I fully plan on keeping a secret from you.”
Her pretty, pouty lips curve up into a smile, and a twinkle shines in her eyes. “You really do have a way with your words, don’t you, Nicco? I have a feeling it’s going to get you out of a lot of arguments.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me. The sudden movement surprises her, causing her to uncross her arms and rest her hands on my chest.
“Do you see many arguments happening in our future?” I ask.
“Not necessarily, but I know you’ll use that mouth of yours to get out of the ones we do have. It’s something you seem to be very good at.”
“Oh yeah?” I say, cocking a mischievous brow at her. “How about we see just how far my mouth can get me out of trouble?” I slide my hands into the back pockets of her jeans and give her a tight squeeze, which has her involuntarily shifting her hips into mine. Her eyes widen, and I know it’s because she can feel just how fucking hard I am for her right now.
“Or,” she says with a sly smile, “I can show you just how good mine is too.”
Letting out a groan, I slam my mouth down to hers, immediately finding her tongue with mine. We continue to move our mouths against each other’s while she undoes my pants. As she pushes them down, she pulls herself away from me, and the pure look of lust and need take over her face as she licks her lips.
“I need you in my mouth, Nicco. I’m desperate for your cock.”
Her dirty fucking words and the sight of her dropping to her knees in front of me nearly have me coming in my boxers. She pulls them down, allowing my dick to pop out of its confined restraints, and her eyes light up at the sight.
“Have you been needy for me like I’ve been for you?” she asks.
“Yes,” I growl out. It’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of her. I need her like I need my next fucking breath.
Isabella laughs softly before running the tips of her fingers along the underside of my shaft, using the large vein as a path to trace. Her hands are so damn soft against me.
“You know, you were a very naughty boy today, Nicco,” she says as she slowly wraps her hand around the base of my cock. She gives it a squeeze before sliding it up my shaft, and a small bead of precum forms at the tip.
“So naughty that I’m wondering what sort of punishment you should receive for sneaking around behind my back.” Her tone is sensual, and her eyes have a playful gleam to them. Whatever punishment she has in store for me, I know I’ll fucking love it.
“What do you think your punishment should be?” she asks as she slowly brings her mouth to my dick, but she stops right before making contact with it. She’s so close that the heat from her breath tickles the head of my cock.
She peers up at me through long lashes. “No suggestions, Nicco? Then I guess I’ll just have to come up with something on my own,” she says before taking her tongue and running it over the tip, licking up my precum.
I groan out my approval and drop my head back so it’s resting against the door, savoring in the feel of her tongue on my dick. But just when I think she’s going to continue the movements and show me exactly what she can do with that mouth of hers, she pulls away.
“Isabella,” I say in warning, bringing my gaze back to hers. “What do you think you’re doing?” My tone is rough and needy with desperation to have her lips wrapped around me.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she says, and runs her fingers along my cock once more. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m taking my time enjoying what belongs to me.”
She continues torturing me with her hands, only using little movements that quickly start driving me to the brink of crazy. Just when I’m about to get on my hands and knees to beg for her mouth, she finally relents, bringing her lips to my dick.
I moan when she runs her tongue along my shaft before taking the tip in her mouth. She bobs her head before bringing it back up. She does it again, except this time she goes so far down she nearly takes me fully into her mouth, and I swear I get impossibly harder as I hit the back of her throat with my cock.
I run my hands in her hair, pushing the strands out of her face, but she pulls back, forcing me to release, and gives me a dirty little smirk. “Nuh-uh-uh,” she says. “Hands to yourself, Nicco.”
Oh fuck.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. There’s nothing more I love than being able to wrap my hands in her hair while my dick glides in and out of her mouth.
Fucking hell, Isabella.
She gives me a sly smirk before wrapping her lips around my cock again, then she bobs back and forth, swirling her tongue over the tip each time.
As she increases her tempo, I have to dig my fingers into my thighs to keep from touching her.
“ Fuck , Isabella, you keep doing what you’re doing, and I’m going to come so fucking hard down that pretty little throat of yours before you know it.”
Isabella mumbles out a response that’s incoherent to my ears but definitely fucking coherent to my dick as the vibrations rattle through it. My balls start to tingle, and I let out a long groan while digging my fingers into my thighs, knowing I’m only seconds away from an orgasm. But before the wave of fucking ecstasy takes over, Isabella does what I least expect her to do. She pulls away, letting my cock spring free from her mouth with a pop .
A groan leaves my lips as I whip my gaze down to hers. She’s smiling up at me like she didn’t just do what she fucking just did.
I’m shocked.
“Isabella,” I warn. “This is not the time to play.”
“Oh, you don’t like this game, Nicco?”
“I much prefer the game where we can see how many times my come hits the back of your throat.”
“Awww, well, that’s a shame,” she says while looking up at me with that same mischievous glint in her eyes and a sinister grin on her face. She pushes herself up from the floor, and I can do nothing except watch in fucking shock as she turns around and heads for her en suite.
Isabella looks back at me from over her shoulder before walking into the bathroom, and it’s the sound of her shower turning on that finally pulls me out of my stupor.
Did she really just leave me here with my pants around my ankles, cock out, and the bluest balls anyone has ever experienced in their life?
We’ll see about that, my sweet Isabella.