Chapter 7 Nico
SEVEN
NICO
I’m in a daze the entire walk to my hotel room.
Once Daisy pulled me to my feet, she never let go of my hand. Even in the elevator, she kept a hold of it as we silently watched the floor numbers ascend.
The only thing I could think about was how good she smells, and how beautiful she is. I couldn’t believe she was here with me.
Then she was pulling me in the direction of my room, the hotel key I’d given her in hand. And the only thing I could think about was how long her legs were, and how perfectly that dress hugged her ass.
I’m no longer in control of anything when she pushes the door open and leads me into my hotel room. I follow blindly as she pushes me down onto the couch.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she takes one, two swaying steps toward me, until she’s standing right in front of me.
And then she hikes her dress up an extra inch and plants one knee on the couch beside my hip.
I’m not breathing when she drops her other knee on the other side.
My hands go to her waist before I can think better of it. I don’t know if I want to pull her closer or keep her at bay so I can stare at her for a little longer, but she takes the decision out of my hands a moment later. Instead of dropping her weight onto my lap, she sits back on my thighs.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t want,” she whispers, sliding the tiniest bit closer as her hands go to my shoulders.
Swallowing roughly, I nod. “You, too.”
Now it’s her that’s swallowing. “They told you my limits?” she asks breathily.
I nod again. Nothing rough, basically. No choking, spanking, anything beyond a light slap to the ass. No bondage. No kissing.
No kissing.
My gaze goes to her lips before I can curb the instinct. Those perfect lips, that intoxicating color… I wonder if they’d leave a stain on me if I kissed her. I wish they would.
Suddenly, kissing her is all I can think about.
I have to force my gaze from her lips to her eyes. “Yes, they told me. You can trust me to keep them.”
She smiles, and I see something flicker in her eyes. “Trust isn’t something I know how to do,” she says, almost to herself.
But then she shifts forward, coming into contact with my cock that’s hardened to steel, and any question I have disappears into a wisp of smoke when she drops her head back with a throaty moan.
“Fuck,” I grit out, unwittingly squeezing her hips in my hands.
My expression has her head raising, a seductive smile sliding across her lips. I feel like I’m missing something, like she’s hiding something, and—fuck—if I could just kiss her—
She grinds forward, then back, the heat of her clothed pussy over my jeans making me incapable of thought.
“Jesus, look at you,” I breathe, uncaring how I’m coming off right now. I’m powerless against it. “I could come just looking at you.”
Humming thoughtfully, her hips circle, once, twice, three times, until I still her with my hands.
She looks at me with a smile. “I can make that happen, if you’d like.”
I bark out a harsh laugh. “I don’t doubt that. But no, I’d prefer to be a little more hands-on.”
Her fingertips brush from my shoulder, over to my neck, then down my chest. They only still when I gently grip her hand over my stomach.
Her eyes are twinkling when she looks up and meets my gaze. “Whatever you’d like, Nico.”
And there it is again. That…something.
Carefully, I ask, “What if I say I’d like to do something you like to do?”
That twinkle doesn’t dim a watt. “I’d say I’m at your command.”
My eyes narrow slightly. Then my hands fall to the cushions beside me. “Alright, then. Tell me what you’d like to do.”
I don’t understand why my words please her. But then she leans forward, close enough that I can feel the heat of her breath against my ear as she whispers, “I’d really like to suck your cock.”
Fuck.
Every remaining oxygen molecule whooshes out of me. I know she’s playing me, and yet—
She slides back until she’s sitting on my thighs again, just far enough that she can reach between us and undo my jeans.
My head drops back against the cushions with another muttered, “Fuck.”
“Let me take care of you,” I hear, just as I feel her climb off me and tug my jeans down. I have no control over my hips lifting to help her with it. When I finally raise my head to look down, she’s so gorgeous that I almost look at the ceiling again.
Instead, I watch as she settles on her knees between my legs, taking my leaking cock in her hand and stroking me. Her grip is firm, but I think she notices when my breathing grows heavier because it immediately tightens.
I don’t even get a chance to wonder if I’m too dry for that kind of touch because a moment later, she rises on her knees, leans over me, and lets a wad of spit drip from her red lips onto my cock.
And then she grips me again and strokes. Hard.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grit out. “That feels—”
She looks at me right as she takes me between her lips.
She knows exactly how she’s making me feel.
I watch in silence, heart pounding in my ears, hands fisting the cushions beside me, as she starts to suck me. The same way she figured out how I like to be touched, she quickly figures out how I like to be tasted. She gives me long, deep sucks, moving slowly but consistently.
It’s the greatest blow job I’ve ever gotten, and she’s only been on her knees for about sixty seconds.
“Red…” I force out in warning.
She sits back, popping her mouth off my weeping cock. Her hand returns to my length as she brings her focus to me once more.
“What do you want, Nico?” she asks in that low, sexy voice. Her hand never stops moving. “Tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
For some reason, that’s the moment that snaps me back to coherence.
That’s enough of that.
I’m not blind to the fact that she’s putting on an act right now. I don’t even blame her for it. But I make a living out of reading people’s micro expressions and seeing hers ignites something in my chest.
This might be transactional, but I’ll be damned if it’s not real.
I quickly pull my jeans up my hips, then lean forward to scoop her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation.
I’m walking toward the suite’s bedroom when she starts placing sweet kisses along my neck, down to the hem of my shirt. A shiver runs through me when one becomes a nip.
“Not fair,” I growl, my steps quickening. “You’re teasing me with that mouth, baby.”
“I never said you couldn’t have my mouth,” she whispers into my ear.
Another growl rumbles through my chest, and this time, I stop in the bedroom doorway so I can fist my hand in her hair and bring her face to mine.
I don’t kiss her, but God, do I want to. There’s barely enough space for breath to pass between us, and I feel when her chest starts to heave. She’s waiting to see if I’ll cross her boundary.
No chance of that happening.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” I say on a tight breath. “But I’m going to tease the fuck out of you.”
I love the way her smile grows. “I hope you do,” she says simply.
And because the urge to kiss her is becoming too strong, I take two big steps forward and press her into the bed.
I have to smother a groan when her legs stay wrapped around me, her hips already rolling against mine in a needy grind.
To keep another curse from slipping out, I stamp a hard kiss to the place where her shoulder and neck meet. But I’m so outmatched by this woman that I become immediately obsessed for a whole other reason.
Her soft skin. Her intoxicating scent. She’s a goddess in human form.
Pressing kisses along her neck, her shoulder, the strap of her dress, I’m relieved to feel the beat of her pulse against my lips. She’s not as unbothered as she wants me to think.
The realization triggers something in me. Desperation, maybe, but also a deep-seeded desire to make her feel good.
I slide my lips along her skin, over to the place right below her ear. “Can I touch you?” I ask. I won’t even lie to myself about how much it sounds like begging.
“Yes,” comes her breathless answer. “God, please, yes, touch me.”
There’s a tinge of stiffness in the words. As if it’s a line she’s used but has never meant before.
That’s okay. As long as I can differentiate between her fake and real, I’m fine.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur against her skin. “I want to taste every inch of you. I want to feel you come against my mouth. I want to feel you come on my fingers, too. And I’m dying”—I suck at the sensitive skin on her neck—“to feel you come on my cock.”
I feel the shiver that runs through her. “That’s quite the goal,” she moans, arching her neck for another kiss.
“I’m a determined man,” I murmur. “Whether it’s tonight, tomorrow, or another time, I want to unravel every perfectly painted piece of you.”
And now the stiffness is in her body, not her words.
Fuck. Too far.
I lift slightly, just enough that I’m not pinning her to the bed. I’m relieved to feel her legs don’t drop from my waist.
“How about this,” I start with a gentler kiss to her jaw. “Just let me touch you tonight. No tasting, no fucking. Orgasm or not, just let me learn your body.” Another kiss. “I’m desperate to learn your body, Red.”
I feel her hesitation in the way her hands on my back stutter in their path from my waist to my upper back.
“You don’t want to fuck me?” she asks. I search for a hint of insecurity, but I find none. There’s a wall here somewhere.
“I’m dying to fuck you, baby,” I say, groaning at the admission. “But that’s not the only thing that matters here.”
She hums, her hands moving lightly over my back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Touch me, then.”
The way she says it… I think it might be a challenge.
She confirms as much when I start to kiss down her body, down her neck until I reach the curve of her breast, because I hear her muse in the silkiest purr, “But when you beg to fuck me, just know I’m going to say yes.”
Holy shit.