Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
NICO
Ijolted awake to soft moans coming from the other side of the bed. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, finding Sammy’s lips parted, her brow furrowed as she moved beneath the sheets. Her face flushed, even in the dim moonlight coming in through the window.
The unmistakable sweet fragrance of her arousal hit me, and my cock responded immediately.
Fuck. This wasn’t the first time she’d had dreams like this, and I’d woken to her scent, but something about tonight felt different.
My control was slipping.
Her legs moved beneath the covers, and another soft moan escaped her throat. I gripped the sheets, trying to get my erection to go down by sheer force of will.
It wasn’t working.
I’d been fighting this attraction for so long. Ever since Becca died, I’d sworn off anything more than physical release with women who meant nothing. No attachments and no emotions. Just the basic need fulfilled.
But Sammy wasn’t just any woman.
She was my purpose now. My reason for living when I’d lost everything else. Her protection came before my desires and before anything else. Getting involved would complicate everything.
So why couldn’t I tear my eyes away from her parted lips? Why couldn’t I stop imagining what it would be like to taste her?
She shifted again, her leg brushing against mine, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Her scent grew stronger, and I throbbed in response. I needed to get up, maybe take a cold shower or go for a run, anything to break this spell.
But then her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine.
Her pupils were dilated, and her cheeks were flushed. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air crackled with tension.
I swallowed hard. “You were moaning in your sleep.” My words barely carried across the small space between us. “What were you dreaming about?”
She bit her lip, searching my eyes for something. What? I wasn’t sure. Her gaze dropped to my chest, lingered on my tattoos, then moved to my nipple rings. I could almost feel her touch from the intensity of her stare.
“Sammy.” My voice sounded husky even to my own ears. From sleep? From desire? Both? “Tell me what you were dreaming about.”
Her eyes met mine again, a sigh escaping her lips as she settled her hands beneath her cheek.
“I don’t want to get more turned on than I already am.” The resignation in her voice sent heat straight to my groin. “Sex is off-limits for us. Your rule, not mine, might I add.”
My rule. My fucking rule that was torturing both of us. But it was there for a reason, wasn’t it? To keep her safe. To keep her protected. To make sure my focus stayed where it needed to be.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear about it.”
Her eyebrow arched, and her gaze fell to where the sheet covered my hips. The corner of her mouth twitched. She knew what my cock was doing.
I laughed softly, reaching out to tilt her chin up with my finger.
“My eyes are up here, Peanut.” The contact sent electricity through my fingertips. “I need a story time before I can go back to sleep. Can you give me that?”
What the hell was I doing? This was playing with fire.
A challenge crossed her face. “You really want to hear about me sitting on another man’s face? How he made me orgasm multiple times? How I’m so wet right now that your cock would slide right in?”
My nostrils flared, catching the spike in her scent that confirmed her words. I couldn’t control the way my cock twitched at the imagery she painted. A dangerous combination of jealousy and arousal crashed together in my chest.
Another man touched her and made her come. My protective instincts roared to life, while my heart whispered it should be me.
“I need details.” I adjusted my position, and the sheet slid lower on my hips. Her eyes widened when she remembered I was completely naked underneath.
“Details?” Her voice went up an octave, her eyes locking onto mine.
The line between us was getting blurrier by the second. I should stop this. Should turn over and force myself to sleep. But my mouth kept moving, words pouring out that I couldn’t seem to control.
“Did he take your nipples into his mouth first? Tease you with his tongue?” I moved my hand from my stomach to my nipple, watching her bite her lip as I touched myself. “I bet you like that. Maybe a little nibble?”
She didn’t speak, just nodded, her eyes following my fingers as I flicked the barbell and pinched the sensitive skin around it. The sensation made my cock throb.
This was madness. Complete insanity. Yet I couldn’t stop.
“He teased you a little first with his fingers, didn’t he? Made sure you were ready for him. Slid them over your clit and then plunged one into your wet pussy?” My hands moved to the edge of the sheet. She followed the movement, her breath catching as I pushed the thin fabric down.
A sound that was part whimper, part growl came from her throat as my cock sprang free. She’d seen me naked before, but never like this.
I ran my thumb over the piercing at the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and the sight nearly made me groan. I imagined her mouth on me.
“I thought—”
I pressed my index finger against her lips to silence her. This moment existed outside reality and outside all the reasons this was a terrible idea.
“Tell me about your dream.”
Her pupils dilated wide enough to almost completely eclipse the iris. “My dream...” She moved closer, her thigh brushing against mine under the sheets. “You were there.”
My breath caught in my throat. Not some other man. Me.
“You were watching me at first, like now.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her gaze trailing down my chest to where my hand rested near my cock. “But then you couldn’t take it anymore. You pinned me to the bed, your hands holding my wrists above my head.”
I tightened my grip on the sheet, my cock twitching at her words. The image of her beneath me, restrained and waiting, sent heat coursing through my veins.
“You kissed down my body, spending extra time on my breasts.” She moved her hand to cup one of her breasts through her thin sleep shirt. “Right here. You used your teeth, just enough to make me gasp.”
She traced circles around her nipple, the fabric tightening and revealing the hard peak.
“Then you moved lower.” Her free hand slid down her stomach, disappearing beneath the covers. “Your beard scratched my thighs as you spread them apart.”
I picked up the subtle sound of her fingers slipping through her wetness, and her breath quickened.
“You watched me as you tasted me.” Her hips lifted slightly.
Fuck. I was going to lose my mind. “Is that what you want, Samara? You want my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
Wrapping my hand around my length, I began stroking slowly from base to tip. My breathing matched the rhythm of my hand, controlled and deliberate despite the fire racing through me.
I swiped my thumb over my slit again, gathering more pre-cum to slick my shaft. Her eyes stayed locked on my cock as she touched herself, and the knowledge that she was getting off watching me nearly pushed me over the edge.
I released a low growl as her hand moved beneath the sheets. “Let me tell you what I would do if this were more than words between us.”
My hand continued its slow, methodical movements, squeezing beneath the head where the barbell added pressure. Every few strokes, I’d twist my wrist, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
“I’d start with the tip of my tongue.” My voice was gravel, rough and uneven. “Just enough to make you squirm and beg for more.”
Her breathing hitched, her rhythm faltering for a moment before picking back up.
“Then I’d suck that pretty clit between my lips.” I licked my own lips, imagining her taste. “Not too hard at first. I’d want your thighs shaking for more.”
Her back arched, and I knew she was picturing it too.
“When you’re right on the edge, I’d slide two fingers inside you.” My thumb circled the head of my cock. “Curl them just right to hit that spot that would make you scream my name.”
Her movements became more urgent, her breath coming in quick pants.
“I wouldn’t stop until you’re shaking, Sammy. Until your thighs are clamped around my head and you’re begging me for mercy.” My own strokes quickened, tension building at the base of my spine. “And when you think you can’t take any more, I’d make you come again.”
“Nicolas,” she moaned, her body trembling as she came, her stomach muscles contracting visibly even beneath her shirt.
My full name on her lips pushed me past the point of no return. I grunted as my release hit me, cum spilling onto my stomach and hand in hot pulses.
The room filled with the sound of our panting. Neither of us met the other’s eyes as the reality of what we’d done settled over us.
My head spun. What had I been thinking? This crossed a line. The boundaries I’d set weren’t just about keeping my focus on protecting her—they were about protecting myself too. Protecting the tattered remains of my heart.
But Sammy had already gotten past my defenses in ways I hadn’t even recognized until this moment. She was someone I needed.
And that was fucking terrifying.
I reached for a tissue from the bedside table, cleaning myself up while trying to organize my thoughts. This couldn’t happen again.
But I wanted it to.
I wanted to reach across the bed and pull her against me and taste every inch of her skin. To be inside her and to feel her come apart around me instead of just watching from a distance.
The desire was so strong it hurt like a vise squeezing my chest.
Whatever this was, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted her. Not just physically, but completely. And that realization shook me to my core.
Because wanting someone meant opening yourself up to loss. To pain. To all the things I’d vowed I’d never feel again after Becca.
I glanced at Sammy, her eyes still closed, her breathing evening out. She looked peaceful and satisfied. Beautiful.
This changed everything. Or maybe it acknowledged what had already changed long ago.
Either way, I was fucked.
Because the one rule I’d made to keep us both safe was the one I desperately wanted to break.