Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Cassi
Ido my best to hold back my laugh as Nico attempts to dry off his pants before he gives up altogether. A large wet stain is laying right there on his upper right thigh. A combination of his cum and my saliva.
Fuck.
That was so hot. Easily one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.
Road head is one thing. It’s practically vanilla.
Jerking off my sister’s boyfriend through his pants until he comes while driving down the road, then him making me suck his pants clean?
Yeah, that is going down in my top five sexual moments ever.
Nico shakes his head before I hear him mutter, “fuck.”
He rifles around in the backseat floorboard before pulling out a water.
He stands up and gets out of the car before dumping the bottle of water across his lap.
My eyes widen in surprise as he finishes, tossing the now empty bottle into the car.
His eyes come to mine and he lifts an eyebrow like he’s questioning why I’m confused.
“You spilled the water into my lap like the brat you are.”
I watch him consideringly for a moment or two before I grin.
“That does sound like something I would do.”
He nods, a half of a smile spreading across his face before he shoots me a wink and shuts his door, rushing around to my side.
I can’t fight the smile or the flush that spreads over my cheeks from that wink alone.
Before I can even open my car door, Nico is there, pulling it open before offering me his hand.
“Quite the gentleman,” I quip.
“When I want to be,” he says as I take his hand and step out of the car.
He shuts the door behind me before locking it as we look around and see the signage pointing towards the start of the tour. We take a few steps before I realize Nico hasn’t let go of my hand yet. I wiggle my fingers, attempting to free myself when he gives me an almost irritated look.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get my hand back,” I laugh.
“Why?” he asks, his stupid perfect face full of confusion.
I let out a short laugh before I realize he’s being serious. My head whips all around us as I speak.
“We don’t know if my parents are already here or not. If they see us like this…”
My words trail off and Nico begrudgingly releases my hands, sighing as he pockets his into his dress pants and continues leading the way.
Not two seconds later, we round a corner and see my mom and dad standing there waiting for us.
I look up at Nico pointedly, as if to say ‘see’.
Of course he ignores me, turning up the charm to an eleven when he sees my parents.
“Long time no see,” he says as he gives my mom a hug.
She laughs like it’s the funniest thing and I’m almost embarrassed for her. Mom needs to cool it, her crush on her daughter’s boyfriend is showing. I wonder if mine is too?
“Nico, hun. What happened to your pants?” she asks with a laugh as she looks down at the huge water stain. (Or what can be assumed is water.).
He looks down and scoffs, shaking his head.
“Your klutz of a daughter dumped her entire bottle of water in my lap. My guess is it was on purpose,” he whispers conspiringly in a way that has my mom teetering.
“It was not,” I say as I smack his shoulder.
He gives me a disbelieving shrug before turning to shake hands with my dad. They begin bonding over how bad the traffic was. Such an old man thing to gripe about but they fall into step with each other as they lead us to the start of the entrance.
“How was work today, sweetheart?” mom asks.
“Good,” I nod. “You?”
“Just fine,” she smiles.
The tour leader scans the tickets from dad’s phone and gestures for us to head down the stairs and wait at the bottom.
As we do, the brightly lit area soon darkens until you can hardly see a hand in front of your face apart from the dim yellow lights installed every few feet or so on the walls.
I haven’t done this tour since my seventh grade field trip but the instant that smell hits my nose, I can’t forget it.
It’s hard to describe and uniquely foul.
Damp, rotten soil? If you can call it that.
Really, it smells more like sewage than anything.
I look over to see Nico’s nose wrinkle in displeasure. For some reason, that sour look brings a smile to my face.
“You’re not enjoying the aroma of old Seattle, Mr. Twenties?” I tease.
He rolls his eyes, turning to face me.
“Will you stop fucking calling me that?”
I shrug like I’m helpless. “Afraid not. It’s too perfect for you, it just might be the winner.”
Nico sighs, shaking his head as he falls back into conversation with my dad. My mom laughs by my side, looping her arm through mine.
“You two fight like siblings I swear. He’s like the brother you never had.”
My look of disgust comes too naturally, I can’t even hide it. Brother? If my mom knew the things we have done together, then she would know using the term brother should be illegal. If we were related and we did everything we have, we’d be locked up for sure.
“Mom, gross,” I say with a wrinkle of my nose.
“What? I mean, if him and Carly ever get married he will be your brother in law, so it’s practically the same thing.”
My stomach turns at that.
“They are not going to get married,” I say, almost defensively.
Mom shrugs. “Carly was talking about how it’s the next step for them just yesterday.
“Yeah?” I laugh. “Does the groom know of her plans just yet, I can guarantee he’s in the dark on this.”
My mom gives me an odd look at that and I instantly realize I need to shut the fuck up. Attempting to play it off, I give her a shake of my head and a sigh before the tour guide thankfully comes down the stairs.
“Welcome to what used to be the main street of Seattle! Settlers first came to Seattle in 1851…”
His voice grows quieter as he moves deeper and deeper into the tunnel. About thirty of us are down here and slowly, everyone begins moving along with him. Several people are taking pictures or recording while the tour guide rattles on about the Seattle fire and the way of life back in the day.
Slowly, my mom catches up to my dad, trading in my arm for his as she holds onto him.
He looks down at her before placing a loving kiss against her forehead.
She smiles into him and for some reason, it weirdly chokes me up.
They are so in love after over forty years together.
They still light up when the other walks into the room.
I think when you grow up with parents who are so in love with each other, you just think it’s normal but then you become an adult and realize how much of a gift it actually is.
You understand how hard they have had to work at that love over their life and how precious it is.
“They love each other a lot,” Nico says into my ear, scaring the ever loving shit out of me.
I yelp in surprise, earning scolding looks from the rest of the tour goers before the guide continues his speech.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” I whisper.
“Don’t be so skittish,” he shrugs.
I roll my eyes, though I doubt he can see me do it.
“We are in a dark and creepy abandoned tunnel where this old as dirt city used to be built. You know how haunted it probably is down here from all the people that died in the fire?”
“If you were paying attention to the story, no one died in the fire, surprisingly. So your basis of a haunted tunnel is weak at best.”
I give him a flat look that tells him to shut the fuck up and he raises his hands in surrender, smiling as he backs away. Asshole.
Focusing back on the man’s words, I catch the part that he says about how the fire spread out of control because all of the sidewalks were made of wood as well as the water pipes and spouts.
Hindsight, that was a terrible fucking idea.
Then again, what do I know about infrastructure back in the late nineteenth century.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I stop walking for a moment to check who it is.
Alec: Hey beautiful, I miss you. Can I see you tonight?
I wince at the text. Alec. Fuck. I’ve almost completely forgotten about him. He’s so sweet and kind. We have so much history together and he used to be an incredible boyfriend, but he doesn’t…
Before I can finish that thought, a hand wraps around my mouth before an arm yanks me back into a dark alcove. I try to scream but it’s too muffled by the hand pressed against me.
“Shh, shhh, it’s me,” Nico rumbles into my ear.
Irritation fills me as I turn to face him in a flash. He lets me go easily and I can just barely see his features in the darkness as I glare up at him and whisper.
“What the fuck! Are you hell bent on scaring the ever living shit out of me or what?”
Before I can say more, his hand slips behind my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss. His mouth crushes to mine and for a moment I push back. There are people everywhere. This is so fucking stupid! Yet, when his tongue swipes against the seam of my lips, I’m a goner.
I melt into Nico’s hold, sighing softly as I wind my arms around his neck. His other hand comes to rest onto my hip before he’s tearing himself away.
“C’mon, little bunny. We gotta catch up before someone comes looking for us,” he rumbles low.
“That nickname is weak at best. You keep trying to make it work, but it’s not working.”
He gives me a challenging look before he pushes his hand into my pants, moving past my panties as he slips a finger inside me.
He pumps in and out of me just twice before pulling out his practically dripping finger.
Nico pushes his finger into my mouth and I let him, willingly as I begin sucking my taste off him.
Though I can’t see very well down here, you’d have to be blind to miss the way he’s staring at me. Lust and want practically consuming him as I suck on his finger like I’m sucking him off before releasing him with a pop.
He attempts to regain his composure, clearing his throat before he speaks.
“Trust me, it works.”
With that, he pushes on my lower back, guiding us back to the crowd. When we catch up enough, we create some distance and just in time for my dad to turn around, looking relieved when he sees us. My mom turns around too and smiles as she nods before facing forward once more.
Nico and I stay a little behind everyone and here and there our hands will bump into each other. A fluttering fills my stomach with each touch and I look up at him to find that he’s already looking down at me.
Fuck. I am so screwed. This man has the capability to absolutely ruin me, and God help me, I’d let him every day of the week.