27. Nicci
27
NICCI
I never knew anything could feel this good.
My shoulder fucking hurts. Every movement sends pain shooting through me, but the pleasure of what Savio is doing to me outstrips it to the point that I don’t care. Every time I start to think that it’s too much, he does something with his fingers or tongue that makes me feel as if I can’t bear for him to stop—even if I’m hurting. I don’t care. I need this. I need more of it.
Nothing any man has ever done to me that I’ve wanted has ever felt as good as this. Savio touches me as if he knows exactly where each spot on my body will give me the most pleasure, as if all he’s thinking about is how to make me feel everything that I’ve been denied for so long.
Every touch makes me moan. His lips on my ear, my throat, my breasts, gliding over my body as his fingers push inside of me, curling to find exactly the spot that will make me tighten and cry out. I’ve never come with a man before Savio—never had one care enough to try to give me that pleasure, and I’ve never told him that. I didn’t want him to know that he was the first.
That night that he made me grind myself to an orgasm atop him was the first time. It was pleasure and humiliation all at once, a release that I desperately needed and the horrifying knowledge that a man I hated was the first one to ever give me an orgasm. I’ve felt that same thing every time he’s made me come since then. An aching desire for more, coupled with shame and hatred that it was him.
But now, I feel none of that. All I want is more. I arch into his touch, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, tightening around his fingers as he pushes me closer to an orgasm—my second one of the night. I think of how he felt grinding against me, the slick slide of his cock rubbing against my clit, and I cry out with a moaning wail as I come apart on his hand.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps rubbing my clit as my muscles tighten and spasm, until I’m gasping for breath and pleading for him not to stop. He’s going to fuck me now, surely, I think as I come down from the high, but instead, he slides down further, lying between my legs as he bends his head.
“Don’t worry, principessa ,” he murmurs, looking up at me. “That was only the second one.”
Only the second. I let out a helpless whimper as I feel his breath ghost over my soaked flesh, my entire body trembling with aching desire. I can’t remember how long it’s been since a man went down on me—years? Since before I dated Dimitri, that’s for sure, since we never went to bed together. I’ve forgotten what it feels like, and when Savio flicks his tongue against my clit, warm and soft and wet, I cry out.
“Oh god—” I reach down with my good arm, tangling my fingers in his hair. “More. Please, oh fuck ?—”
The last word ends on a whimper as Savio’s tongue lashes against me again, dragging over my clit in long licks that leave me shuddering. He laves it against my swollen flesh for several strokes, his fingers still buried in me, before he starts to thrust them again.
I’m going to come again . I know I will, as soon as I feel that slow build start again. I had no idea I could come more than once, especially with someone else, but my body is already craving more, primed for another unraveling. He rolls his tongue over my clit again, curling his fingers inside of me, and I arch my hips upwards without thinking, grinding against his mouth as I chase my next orgasm.
“Greedy principessa ,” Savio murmurs, breaking away just long enough to look up at me. He looks sinful there between my thighs, his mouth glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark, and his hair tousled and caught between my fingers. “Do you want to come again?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please?—”
A slow, wicked smirk curves his lips. He ducks his head, pressing his mouth between my legs again, and this time, as he starts to swirl his tongue over my clit, he fastens his lips around it and sucks .
The sound that comes out of my mouth is almost animalistic. It feels so fucking good. My thighs tighten around his head, my fingers tugging at his hair as I buck and squirm, all the pain in my shoulder long forgotten. His mouth is wet and hot, sucking relentlessly at my clit as he fucks me with his fingers, and I hear a string of pleas spill from my lips as I feel the pleasure building.
“I’m going to—oh fuck … Savio !”
I shriek his name as the third orgasm rolls through me, my back arching as I grip his hair with a force that he’d never have allowed before tonight. But everything has changed, and I no longer care. I no longer need to care. For tonight, he’s mine to use—just as I’ve been his. And I’m not thinking about tomorrow.
His tongue lashes against my throbbing clit as I come. My pussy rippling around his fingers, and the moment my orgasm starts to ebb, he jerks back and rises up on his knees.
His cock is rock-hard, the swollen, angry head pressed to the taut flesh just below his navel, the veins standing out in thick relief. His shaft is slick, and I watch in hungry fascination as he wraps a hand around himself, his jaw tightening.
“I’ll try to go slow,” Savio grinds out. “But fuck , Nicci, I?—”
He leans forward, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry rush as I feel him angle the thick, swollen tip of his cock against my entrance. I’m so wet that I expect him to slide in easily, but even as aroused as I am, he’s a tight fit.
He groans as the head slips inside of me, a shudder rolling through him as his tongue slides over my lower lip. “Fuck,” he breathes, his hips twitching as he slides another inch inside of me. “You feel so fucking good, principessa . So tight, so wet. Like you were fucking made for me. The perfect fit.”
I feel myself tighten and ripple around him as he slides in further. He reaches up, gripping the headboard with one hand, breaking the kiss for a moment as he lets out another moan.
“Fuck,” he pants. “So fucking tight. I want this to last— fuck —” Another inch, and then another. Pleasured groans spilling from Savio’s lips with every movement of his body, and I’m awash with pleasure, too. The feeling of him filling me, stretching me, is so good that I can’t think, can’t even speak. I close my eyes, tilting my head back as I feel his mouth drag down my throat, and with one final thrust, he’s seated inside of me to the hilt.
He goes very still for a moment, shuddering as his cock throbs inside of me. He curses again, a low, growling sound in his throat as he starts to move. “I can’t—I need to fuck you. Fuck. Fuck , Nicci?—”
The sound of my name on his lips makes my back arch again, my hand gripping his shoulder as he thrusts. My fingers claw against his skin, nails digging in, and I can feel the pleasure building.
There’s no way I can come four times. It’s impossible. But I can feel my muscles tightening, that slow build of bliss unfurling through my body with every stroke of Savio’s cock inside of me. It feels as if he’s touching every nerve, sending sparks of pleasure over my skin with every thrust, and my head falls back, his name escaping my lips on a moan as I feel myself edge closer to another climax.
“I can’t—” he pants, dropping his head to my shoulder. “It feels too fucking good. Fuck , Nicci, I’m going to fucking come?—”
He thrusts once more, hard, hips grinding against mine—and I feel myself spilling over the edge. I cry out as the orgasm rocks through me, as I feel him jerk and shudder, his hot cum spurting inside of me. I feel him throbbing, his body rocking mindlessly against mine as he tries to thrust deeper, and my nails claw at his shoulder as I cry out his name.
“Oh, fucking god ,” Savio moans, still shuddering as he goes still above me. “God, I’m still fucking hard.”
I can feel it. He’s still rock-hard inside of me, his muscles wound tight, his hips already starting to move as he moans my name. “Can you take it again?” he asks, his voice hoarse, and I feel an aftershock of pleasure ripple through me as I nod breathlessly.
“I want it,” I whisper, tipping my head up to kiss him. “Give me more. I can take it all.”
“ Fuck .” Savio starts to thrust again, in long, slow strokes that seem to touch every oversensitive nerve inside of me. He drags his mouth down my throat, down to my breast, his tongue swirling around the tight nipple as I slide my hand down his back. His muscles flex and ripple under my hand, and I reach lower, squeezing a handful of his firm, muscled ass as he groans.
This time, when I come, it feels different. It’s no longer the steady build and sharp, stunning topple into spasms of ecstasy. It becomes a rolling wave, a slow crest and fall of pleasure, never quite letting up entirely. Savio fucks me in long, slow thrusts that build, until he’s moving faster, hips rolling against mine, and I drag my nails up his back as I feel him start to shudder.
He bites out a curse in Italian, arching into my touch as I feel his cock throb inside of me, his hot cum filling me for the second time. He thrusts all the way into me, holding himself there as he shudders. We’re both slick with sweat. The room warmer than it was before, and Savio rocks against me once more, letting out a gasping laugh when a second passes—and we both realize he hasn’t softened yet.
“Did you take something?” I look at him, confused, and Savio shakes his head.
“Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted you like this?” He rolls his hips against me in slow, gentle movements, and I moan. My entire body feels sensitized, every touch of his skin lighting me on fire, and Savio rises up on his knees, shifting my leg up and to one side as he carefully rolls me onto the side of my good shoulder.
Still inside of me, he moves so that he’s spooning me, his body curled against mine from behind. “I have no fucking idea if I can come again,” he murmurs. “But I want to stay inside of you. You feel so fucking good, Nicci. I want to stay inside of you forever.”
He reaches down between us, his finger tracing where we’re joined, and I can feel his cum dripping out of me around his cock. I’m stretched tight around him, and I moan as he strokes me there, before reaching up and lifting his cum-covered fingers to my lips.
“Fucking taste what you do to me,” he groans, pushing his fingers into my mouth, and without a thought, I wrap my lips around them and start to suck.
Savio moans, rocking against me as I lick his fingers clean, and then he slides them out of my mouth, lowering his hand to dip between my thighs.
I have no idea how long we lie there like that. Savio moves slowly, unhurried—luxuriating in the pleasure of my body wrapped around him. He strokes my clit, building the sensation, and I lose myself in the fog of it. I feel my climax build and build, until finally it pops like a bubble, sending shudders through me as my head falls back and I moan his name. Moments later, I feel him tense, feel that heat inside of me again, and I know he came, too.
His head drops onto the pillow behind mine, and I feel his body relax. He reaches down, tugging a blanket over us both as I feel his cock soften inside of me. He doesn’t move to pull out, instead staying half-buried in me, his cum soaking my thighs.
Something about the intimacy makes me panic. The haze of desire that I’ve been in clears, just a little, and I feel my chest tighten with a spasm of fear at the realization of what we’ve just done. Not just sex—but something more than that, something that’s pulled us closer together instead of pushing us apart—which is what I should be doing. I should be pushing Savio away.
I start to try to squirm out of his arms, but his arm over my waist tightens. “Stay here, principessa ,” he murmurs sleepily. “I want you to fall asleep in my arms, with my cock inside of you.”
His breath is warm against my skin, the weight of his body dragging me under to sleep. I should get up. I should find somewhere else to sleep. I shouldn’t stay in this warmth, this intimacy, any longer. Not when I know how it all will end. It’s poisonous to us both. It will only hurt me more in the end, and it will only make the betrayal that Savio feels so much worse.
And why do I care? I think, my eyes drifting closed. I hate him for everything he’s done. Why do I care if he’s hurt, in the end?
I fall asleep before I can find the answer.