Chapter Twenty-One
Toby
“Do you want another drink?” I asked as I wandered through to the kitchen so I could put the huge chunk of Christmas cake Granny Hamilton had given us away, as well the spare bottle of champagne. I was almost tempted to open it now, just to keep the celebrations going a little longer.
Although I had plenty of other plans as well.
Today had certainly been a Christmas to remember, and I would treasure the memories of it for a long, long time.
Nico’s family were funny and sweet, welcoming me with open arms and seeming more surprised that Nico had brought someone home with him than by who I was. There had been a few comments, obviously, but I’d expected that. And Adam and Sian had spent the rest of the time winding Nico up.
I’d never really understood sibling banter, but it was fun to watch. It reminded me a lot of spending time with the rest of the band.
My phone had been blowing up with messages from everyone, including a running commentary from André with his thoughts about every single thing that had happened on the show.
And Nico had shown me a post André had made on his Instagram about him and Luke watching together, playfully answering my accusations about whether he would or not.
I’d have to pick Nico’s brain about a fun way to respond.
Tomorrow, obviously. I wasn’t going to ruin the rest of my Christmas by subjecting myself to the horrors of social media.
“Sure,” Nico said, following me into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. “Do you want more cocktails? Wine? Or do you want something soft?”
“Part of me is wondering about more champagne. I don’t feel that tipsy.”
“Yeah, well, my parents did make enough food to feed the fucking five thousand. I can’t believe Sian called dibs on the leftovers too!”
“She does have to dance tomorrow. She needs it more than us,” I said, turning the bottle of champagne over in my hand.
“True.”
“Plus, if there’s something you really want, we can just make it here. Or buy it, if you don’t trust me. I really should learn how to cook properly. Maybe I should take a class in the new year or something.”
“Might be useful. Then Mrs N won’t have to worry about you burning the house down while she’s not here.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve never set anything on fire,” I said as I put the bottle down and went to find some glasses. “And the spatula melting was a complete accident! I didn’t realise the side of the pan would get so hot.”
Nico snorted. “And water is wet.”
“And you’re very sexy.”
“I’m not sure what that has to do with anything, but cheers.”
“Oh, sorry, I thought we were just saying things that were truthful.” I smirked at him as I put the glasses on the counter beside the bottle before wandering over and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Because you are very sexy. I’m sure you already knew that, though.”
“I did,” he said with a grin as he slid his arms around me, one hand resting casually on the top of my arse. “And you’re very sexy too. You looked gorgeous today, sweetheart. Same as you do every day.”
“Thank you. I really do like these trousers. I should wear them more often.”
“You should. Although right now I think they’d look better on your bedroom floor.”
“Hmm, I have to agree with you there. We can save the champagne for later.” I brushed my nose against his and leant in for a kiss. He still tasted vaguely of Christmas cake, almond from the marzipan and brandy lingering on his lips.
“Yeah, don’t think it’s really something I can lick off you.”
I chuckled. “Knowing my luck I’d spill it all over the bed and make a mess.”
Nico kissed me again, his tongue caressing the seam of my mouth and pushing inside. His hand squeezed my arse and I groaned, pushing back into his touch. “Want me to fuck you?” he asked, his delicious words sending a shiver down my spine.
“Yes, baby, I want you to fuck me.”
Nico moaned, pulling me closer against him as his kisses turned more desperate. Need burned in my veins, and I nipped his lip as my fingers sank into his hair.
“We should go upstairs,” I murmured, although I didn’t make much of an effort to move. I was having far too much fun kissing Nico to stop.
“In a minute.”
We kept kissing as our hands slowly started to roam, but when the waistband of my trousers was too snug for Nico to get his whole hand down them, that was the final straw. “Come on,” he said with a frustrated growl. “I need to take these fucking things off you.”
I laughed as he put his fingers on my chest to push me back, then grabbed my hand so he could tow me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
Since my bedroom was on the middle floor of my house—because the studio occupied the top floor, out of the way of everyone—it didn’t take us long to reach, and I put out a hand to flick the switch to turn the lamps on as we crashed through the door.
A soft glow filled the room as Nico’s mouth met mine again, and it somehow felt like forever since we’d kissed even though it had barely been two minutes.
His fingers fumbled with the button on my trousers as I reached for the bottom of his jumper, trying to pull it over his head and failing every time.
“Might be easier if we undress ourselves,” I said with a half-exasperated sigh as I lost track of the hem of Nico’s jumper again. Really, it was very rude of it to keep dropping out of my fingers.
“Might be.”
“You’ll have to let go of me then.”
“So will you.”
“On the count of three. One, two, three!” The pair of us broke out laughing as we tried to disentangle ourselves from each other’s arms and strip off in record time, but it didn’t really work. Our clothes sort of went everywhere and we were laughing so much we kept having to stop and breathe.
“Only you would turn stripping off into a competitive sport,” Nico said as he pulled me into his arms again, his skin deliciously hot against mine.
“It is the only competitive sport I’ll ever be vaguely good at. Everything else will always be a washout. I can’t even do egg and spoon.”
Nico silenced me with a kiss, his hands wrapping around my waist to squeeze my arse. “Sweetheart, this is not the time for that.”
“Mmm, no, it’s not.” I groaned as his fingers dipped between my cheeks to tease my hole. “I need you, Nico. Please. Take me to bed.”
“Whatever you want.”
He kissed me deeply, his tongue caressing the seam of my mouth and pushing inside as he stepped backwards, gently pulling me towards the bed. At some point he turned us so I could fall backwards onto the mattress, but I was too busy kissing him to remember when that was.
I shuffled slowly into the middle of the bed, groaning as Nico blanketed my body with his. Heat radiated out of him, adoration dancing in his eyes as he looked down at me. It was truly an incredible feeling, and I didn’t think I’d ever tire of it.
We’d decided against giving each other presents, instead opting to take the other on a fun date in the new year, but the way he was gazing at me felt like a gift. One I’d cherish forever.
We lost ourselves in each other’s bodies, our hands and mouths roaming with a softness and intensity that made my head spin. Our desperation had slowed, transforming into something deeply passionate. Like we’d forget the taste or feel of each other if we let go for more than a few seconds.
It was everything I’d been craving and more.
“I want you like this,” Nico said as he crawled up my body, his lips slick and voice hoarse from where he’d been sucking my cock. “I want to make love to you, sweetheart. Take you apart until you’re crying my name.”
“Fuck, baby. You say the sweetest things,” I said, sliding my fingers into his hair and drawing him in for a kiss.
“It’s easy when it’s with you. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever met.”
He kissed me again before he moved back down my body, grabbing the lube so he could slowly open me up with his fingers and his tongue, sucking marks into my skin in the same way I’d done to him.
It was something I loved. It made me feel like he’d claimed me.
I gasped as Nico’s tongue flicked over my hole, pleasure consuming me as he kissed and licked the sensitive furled skin. His fingers stretched me wide, the burning only heightening my need for him. My cock jumped against my hip, precum dripping onto my skin.
“Nico, please,” I said, my hands reaching out towards him. “I need your cock, baby. Don’t make me wait any longer. I’m begging you.”
“I’m not going to make you wait,” he said, kissing the head of my cock and drawing another moan from my chest.
He crawled up me slowly, kissing every inch of me until he reached my mouth. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. He kept kissing me as he pushed inside me, filling me so slowly I thought I was going to explode from pent-up desire.
But then Nico began to roll his hips, fucking me deep and slow with long strokes that took me apart and put me back together again with every move. And I instantly forgot all my frustrations.
His hands found mine underneath the pillows, our fingers tangling together as I groaned, shattering into a thousand pieces under his touch.
I hadn’t ever thought I’d be able to come untouched, it always seemed like a fantasy, but Nico was dangerously close to proving me wrong and reshaping my reality.
He angled his hips slightly, his cock grinding across my prostate with every thrust as he nipped my lip and kissed me. And that was all it took for him to ruin me and send me crashing over the edge with his name on my tongue.
Nico followed me and I groaned at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me, the pleasure burning through me going on and on until I didn’t know which way was up anymore.
“I’ve never done that before,” I said, slightly wide-eyed as the room seemed to spin, my mind having not quite returned to my body.
“Done what?”
“Come like that.”
“Really?” He smirked with delight. “It was very hot.”
“It felt… I don’t even know.” I snorted and kissed him. “Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s not a miracle,” he said, nipping my lip. “I’ll prove it to you. As many times as it takes for you to believe me.”
I grinned and wrapped my arms around him. I didn’t know whether it would happen again, but I was very happy to let him try.