Chapter 10 - Scarlett
TEN
SCARLETT
I’m kissing Nico.
Why am I kissing Nico?
Okay, so it’s not really a kiss. It’s just…when I saw his lip swelling, I felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to take care of him. I still do.
But when I pull back and take in the sight of him below me, that urge morphs into something else. Something different.
Something I’m far more familiar with.
Nico’s eyes are wide, his breaths coming in short bursts. His grip has latched onto my hips. He’s turned on. And I bet if I shifted back just a little bit, I’d feel the proof of that.
It takes me a second to realize that I want to have sex with Nico. Maybe it’s the primal, empowering feeling from his lesson, maybe it’s the feel of his body below me, maybe it’s a combination of everything. Whatever it is, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.
When I lean down this time, I slide my hands from his chest, up to the side of his neck, and I press another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Too powerless to fight the urge, I flick my tongue out to trace Nico’s lip.
A groan rumbles up his throat, into my kiss. His hands tighten on my hips. I expect my teasing to be what snaps the thread on his control, but…
He doesn’t move.
When I lift up again, I can’t help whispering, “You didn’t kiss me.”
He’s still panting, still looking like he’s teetering on the edge. “You asked me not to,” he rasps.
And then it’s no longer his control snapping, but mine.
I slide down his body until I’m sitting on his thighs, then immediately set to undoing his belt. My hands are shaking with the need to touch him. Right as the button on his jeans pops open, I slide the t-shirt up his body so I can press another kiss to those intoxicating muscles.
I hear Nico’s groan as I feel his hand cup the back of my head. “You don’t have to—”
My lips still on his skin, I look up the length of his torso and into his eyes. “I want to,” I promise.
He holds my gaze, his throat bobbing on a rough swallow. “I feel like you’re lying to me,” he croaks.
Another light kiss, another swipe of my tongue. “I’m really, really not,” I whisper breathily.
His head falls back to the floor with a dull thud. “You’re going to be the death of me.” But his hand kneads the back of my neck in a silent sign of consent.
So I tug his pants down his hips and set to worshipping him.
I’ve never been a fan of oral—giving or receiving. To be honest, there are few sexual activities that I see the appeal of as a woman. But right now, after the past half hour…all I want to do is see how much pleasure I can bring Nico.
I didn’t get a chance to do much of this on our first date, so I start with the intention of taking my time.
Licking the length of him, I leave wet, teasing kisses along the skin as I search for the areas that will drive him crazy.
It doesn’t take me long to discover the place where his shaft meets his balls is the most sensitive.
As soon as I brush my tongue over the spot, every single one of his muscles tenses under me.
Smiling, I let out a contemplative hum as I do it again. The vibration only drives him crazier, his hands turning to fists by his sides.
“You can touch me, you know,” I purr, moving my touch up to the head of his cock. “Unless you’re planning to make up rules again?”
He looks down at me, his pupils blown completely black. “I don’t think there’s a man alive that could fight the temptation to touch you.”
And yet, he still doesn’t reach for me. After a moment, I take his hands and gently lead them to my head, smiling when they immediately sink into my hair.
Then I start to suck him.
It takes three strokes to get his entire length in my mouth, and with each one, Nico’s hands tighten in my hair. By the time the head of his cock is tickling the back of my throat, he’s groaning like he’s in pain.
“Shit, Red. Your mouth is the sweetest thing I’ve ever— Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
His words cut off when I take him deep into my mouth again, pausing long enough to brush my tongue over that sensitive spot underneath.
Suddenly, my head is being lifted. When I look up, Nico’s chest is heaving, and his eyes are crazed. Still holding the sides of my face, he gasps, “I’ve never wanted to come so quick in my life.”
I smile, my hand drifting over to his cock so I can loosely stroke it. “You can, you know. You can come as many times as you want.”
There’s no limit to how many orgasms you can have in the hour you pay me for.
I want to remind Nico that I’m an escort. To establish boundaries, keep things clearer and easier—I should remind him.
But at the same time, the idea of interrupting this moment makes my stomach twist. I like the way I’m feeling too much to stay logical right now.
So, I don’t say it. But I wonder if Nico still sees it, because suddenly, there’s a look of determination in his eyes. And then he’s flipping me onto my back and covering my body with his.
“You first,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my neck and laving kisses along the skin.
I let out a happy sigh and bare my neck for more kisses. “Fine by me.”
Although I am very much planning on not coming.
I know some escorts who prefer to orgasm with their clients; in their minds, if they’re having sex, they might as well be enjoying it. But for me, I have a rule for exactly the opposite. Without an orgasm, it’s easier to differentiate between “real” sex and “work” sex.
Not that I’ve had any “real” sex since moving to the city.
With clients, it’s all about faking orgasms and focusing entirely on their pleasure. With personal intimacy, I can be selfish with my pleasure. The clear-cut boundary between the two is my orgasm.
Until Nico.
I didn’t plan on coming the last time I slept with him. In fact, I specifically tried to steer away from it. When I got close while he was touching me, I changed positions and guided him to a new rhythm. I thought I was safe.
I underestimated him.
The second he slid inside me, he went right back to the same touch as before. And with his size, and me already more turned on than I’ve ever been, I didn’t stand a chance of stopping the orgasm he was determined to fuck out of me. Clear-cut boundaries be damned.
This time, I’m not making the same mistake. There will be no orgasms tonight. I’m determined to keep that distance between us.
“Can I—” Nico’s voice shakes me from my thoughts. He’s still pressing kisses along my neck and shoulder, still lying with his weight completely on top of me. “Can I taste you?”
A small chuckle slips out of me. “Baby, you can do anything you want to me.”
I feel the vibration of his unhappy growl as he lifts up to look down at me. “Don’t say that. I’m asking.”
I can’t help but soften at the earnestness of his expression. Placing my hand against his cheek, I nod my answer. “I want you to taste me,” I whisper. And I mean it.
Some of the tension releases from his shoulders, and he quickly leans down to press a kiss to my jaw that feels suspiciously like thank you.
Then he slides down my body until he’s settled between my legs, slowly pushing my dress up and over my hips.
Hunger flares in his eyes when he hooks a finger in my lace panties to tug them aside and sees that they’re wet. I don’t think he’ll be able to make me come, but that look alone makes my heartrate pick up speed.
And then his tongue swipes through my center.
The gasp I let out is far too loud in the quiet room. Nico chuckles a sexy sound as he slides his hands under and over my thighs, gripping me tight as he pulls me into another lick.
My moan is too loud. Jesus, he’s going to think I’m playing at being a porn star.
But I can’t help it. His mouth is warm, and wet, and whatever he’s doing with his tongue feels so.
good. He’s flicking my clit, swirling in circles around it, never giving me a chance to catch my breath.
The pleasure that started as a low simmer in my belly is growing, the wave rising higher and higher.
“Nico, I—” I hear myself panting but can’t do anything about it. Oral has never felt like this before. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch and how hard, and he never deviates as he takes note of every positive response I give him.
I need him to deviate.
I can’t let myself come with him. But I’m pretty sure he noticed the last time I tried to redirect his touch, so I can’t do that again.
I’ll just fake it.
Being an escort, you learn to perfect your acting skills, inside and outside of the bedroom. Learning to fake an orgasm is essential. Not every client cares about a woman’s pleasure, but enough of them have a better experience if the woman does come. Faking it is basically Escort 101.
Not that I have to fake much right now. The gasping, the rapid heartrate, all of that is Nico’s doing.
I just have to concentrate on arching my back, moaning a little bit louder, and reaching down to grip his shoulder.
Then after one particular swirl of his tongue sends a shudder through me, I squeeze down on my pelvic muscles and fake a few tremors.
Nico’s tongue slows as I collapse back onto the carpet. The fact that I’m vibrating from still being keyed up works perfectly as post-orgasm aftershocks.
The hand on his shoulder slides up into his hair as I let out a purr of satisfaction. Nico rises up to brace himself over my body once more.
My focus goes immediately to his glistening lips. “Feel good?” he asks in a deep growl.
I nod, a lazy smile on my lips. “Very good.”
I don’t notice his pause until he says, “Good. Now let’s do a real one this time.”
My eyes shoot up to his, heart stuttering, all sex dropping from my smile. “A— What?”
There’s no judgment in his eyes, but there’s also no bullshit. “You can’t fake it with me, Red,” he says in a slightly softer tone.
My mouth opens, then closes immediately. I’ve never been called out on faking it; never been with someone who cared enough to discuss it. But Nico not only noticed, he—
That thought cuts off the moment he slides down my body and settles between my legs again.
Without another word, he goes right back to eating.
And this time, he doesn’t take it easy on me.
Another too-loud moan bursts from my mouth as his lips suction around my clit.
My hand slides into his hair, this time to hold on for dear life.
I must’ve been delusional to think Nico wouldn’t be able to read me.
It took the man one hour to figure out how I liked to be touched, and much less than that to figure out the best way to taste me. I’m clearly at his mercy.
Sure enough, I’m already on the verge of coming when he slides two fingers inside me. A full-body shudder ripples through my body as a whimper slips from my lips.
“There it is,” I hear Nico murmur against my skin.
With the dual sensation of his mouth on my clit and his fingers repeatedly hitting my G-spot, I don’t have a chance in hell at stopping this orgasm.
It washes over me like a wave, overwhelming in one moment and soothing in the next. It’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when Nico rises over me once more. I would assume he’d look arrogant, but he just looks…relieved.
“Much better,” he says with a tender smile.
And while giving in to an orgasm that’s sure to blur the lines will probably hit me harder later, right now, all I can think about is staying close to Nico for a little bit longer.
Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him closer. We’re both still entirely clothed, though I don’t think either of us cares. I fist my hands in Nico’s shirt and beg in a breathless whisper, “I want you inside me.”
His breath leaves him in a rush. Shifting onto one elbow, he reaches into his back pocket to grab his wallet.
Watching him shred the condom wrapper with his teeth is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve only ever felt impatience when I’ve seen men do it in the past, but with Nico…
Everything feels different.
He reaches between us to slide the condom on. And then, in one smooth thrust, he’s inside me. I let out a shaky exhale and tighten my legs around him.
“Christ, baby,” Nico groans, slowly starting to fuck me. “You feel fucking perfect.”
A smile lifts the corner of my lips, contentment thrumming in my chest.
Suddenly, an idea occurs to me.
I can’t quite use the exact move he showed me earlier, but…
Scissoring my legs, I knock Nico to the side and roll on top.
I can’t stop a grin from forming. My hands propped on his chest, I look down at his shell-shocked expression and slow blinks as he tries to make sense of what just happened.
And then he laughs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder as a coach,” he says with a chuckle.
“I’m just glad this one didn’t come with a bloody nose.”
Nico’s eyes drop over my body. “I wouldn’t have even noticed.”
Usually, a gaze like that makes me feel leered at. Like my body is a piece of meat, with no soul or value inside of it.
With Nico, I’m finding that I want him to admire me.
In one motion, I reach for the hem of my dress and pull it over my head.
I watch Nico as he watches me. I see the way his throat moves on a swallow, can feel the way his hands go back to my hips and tighten.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says in a rough voice.
Warmth fills me at his praise. Then I once again lean forward onto his chest and start to ride him.
His eyes slide shut on a groan as I work myself up and down on his cock. I know how to move my hips when I’m on top, I know how to squeeze his shaft with my inner muscles, when to swirl and how to bounce. I know exactly how to ride Nico to make him lose his mind. It’s my job, after all.
And he does lose his mind, fairly quickly.
“Fuck, wait— Baby, you have to slow down, that’s going to make me—”
I smirk down at him and squeeze hard on his cock, just for good measure. “I thought we were trying to make each other come?”
A pained wince crosses his face. “Don’t remind me about you coming. I’m going to lose my shit in two seconds over the memory.”
I let out a laugh and lean back, never stopping the movements of my hips.
But when I feel his thumb press against my clit, all amusement fades.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grumbles. “Two can play that game.”
And that’s how we end up fucking each other into oblivion.
With both of us desperately trying to make the other come, it takes no time at all before he’s thumbing my clit as he fucks up into me, and I’m riding for broke as I feel my orgasm bearing down.
The moment it explodes into a blissful firework of pleasure, Nico groans below me, his hips stuttering in their movements.
My last thought before I collapse on Nico’s chest, out of breath, and more sated than I’ve ever felt, is: He just had to be good at sex.