Chapter 7 Nico #3
“It’s almost like you’re fucking me,” she moans. Once again reading my mind. “Almost, but not quite.”
I have to bite back a whimper at the thought of sliding a little lower, changing the angle just a little bit—
“You could, you know.” When I feel her hand go around my lower back to my pants, I lift my focus to her face.
She’s pulled the condom from my back pocket and is holding it between two fingers.
“You could fuck me if you wanted to,” she purrs, rolling her hips so her pussy glides along my cock. “No one would know. And you’re almost there already. Just…a little…bit…closer…”
I reach the end of my rope before she’s even finished her sentence.
Grabbing for the condom, my eyes lock on hers in shock when she doesn’t let it go.
Her explanation is one simple word, said in the lowest, sexiest whisper.
“Beg.”
My eyes widen as I remember our earlier conversation. Jesus Christ, how did I ever think I’d be able to stop myself from fucking her?
I never had a chance in hell.
“Please.” The word slips out of me, unashamed, no hesitation. “God, please, let me fuck you.”
A satisfied smile quirks her pretty lips as she presses the condom into my hand. I shred the foil with my teeth and slide the latex onto my throbbing cock with one swift motion.
And then I thrust into her with one drive of my hips.
I don’t smother the shout she lets out. I want her to scream. I want her to voice whatever thoughts are spinning around in her head, anything that will let me know how she feels.
Because I’m losing my goddamn mind.
She feels so. fucking. good. I should’ve mentally prepared for how tight and slippery she’d feel just based on how she felt around my fingers, but part of me also wonders if there is any preparing for her.
I groan as I pound into her, hard and fast. There’s nothing patient or teasing. I’m just…fucking her.
I smooth one hand up under her back until I can grip the base of her neck, partly to hold her close but also to hold her in place for my thrusts. My other hand hikes her thigh up over my hip so I can get a little bit deeper. “Are you going to come with me?” I growl into the curve of her neck.
It’s only when she doesn’t respond that I focus in on the details of her body. Her nails are digging into my arms once more, and her legs are no longer plastered to my sides. Instead, they’ve dropped to the bed, into the widest possible position.
Most importantly, her breathing is shallow.
On my next thrust, I grind down into her clit, just to test her reaction.
She whimpers.
And suddenly, I’m done with it all. Done with waiting, with reading between the lines, with everything. I just need her to fucking come.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I press my thumb to her clit and start to rub.
I’m braced on one elbow, looking down at her when I watch it happen. I see the moment her eyes widen in surprise. I hear the way her breathing picks up, the way she desperately sucks in one small breath after another. I can feel the way she clings to me, as if needing me to anchor her.
Her whole body stiffens with a raspy moan, and then…
Her eyes slide closed, and she shudders.
I don’t know how I fuck her through it. The sight of her coming is the most erotic, intoxicating thing I’ve ever seen. But I somehow manage to wait until she drops, limp, onto the bed before I let myself come. With a guttural groan, I give in to the pleasure.
We’re both gasping, trying to catch our breaths, when the silence of the room becomes obvious. I feel suddenly very aware of the fact that I’m completely plastered against her, panting in her ear as I try to put my head back on straight. I have never had sex like that.
I think that’s the reason it takes me a second to realize she’s gone stiff beneath me. She’s not gasping anymore, she’s…holding her breath?
I lift my weight off her with an awkward mutter of “sorry.” I can’t bring myself to look at her, to see whatever expression she’s wearing, but that I know isn’t “that was the best sex of my life, when can we do it again?” Instead, I focus on tying the condom off and righting my jeans that I’m still wearing.
She slides off the opposite side of the bed as soon as I create space between us. One glance at her tells me the tension is back in her shoulders.
Shit. I know first-time sex can be awkward, but this is beyond that. The speed she’s dressing with screams regret.
It’s…confusing.
I pull my shirt on, feeling like I need to be fully clothed for whatever comes next. Daisy is already dressed and adjusting her heels.
“Do you need…?” I ask stiffly, gesturing toward the bathroom.
Her smile is just as stiff. Shaking her head, she inches closer to the door, clearly wanting to get out of the bedroom.
I swallow a sigh as I pass by her and stride into the living area. The fall back to reality is harder than I expected it to be, but I grab the envelope from the desk anyway.
“Two thousand in cash,” I say, hating the words—hating myself—as I hand it over to her. “And a little extra.”
To my surprise, this is the moment she seems to relax. She takes the envelope from my hand with a smile, this one no longer tinged with stress.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
I take what might be my last chance to look at her. She pulled herself back to being presentable fairly quickly, but there are tiny hints all over her body that give away what we did tonight.
Her red lipstick is muted, because she sucked my cock.
Her hair isn’t as sleek as it was when she arrived, because I couldn’t keep my hands out of it.
Her skin is still slightly flushed, and there are a few spots on her neck that might be the beginning of a mark, because I was going to die if I didn’t taste her.
Secretly, I love that she’s leaving here with reminders of me. Even if I was wrong to do it.
When her eyes shoot to the door, I’m seized with a jarring desperation to keep her here longer. This can’t be the last time I see her.
“You don’t have to rush out, you know,” I say, sliding my hands into my pockets just to have something to do with them. “I could pour us another drink, or order some room service, or…”
Her pitying smile makes me trail off.
“I appreciate the offer,” she says. As if we’re discussing a business transaction. Which I guess we are. “But we’re at the end of our time, and I can’t extend tonight, unfortunately.”
I nod, swallowing roughly. “Ah. I understand.”
“But it was very nice to meet you, Nico.” Another smile, and this one doesn’t reach her eyes either. “The agency will follow up with you to ensure the experience met your expectations. Beyond that…” To my surprise, she extends her hand to me. “Maybe I’ll see you again, Mr. Price.”
I shake her hand, not because I want to breathe more life into this stupid transaction, but because I’m dying to touch her one more time.
“I’d like that, Red.”
The second her hand slides from mine, she turns and vanishes from my room.