Chapter 30 #2
It’s been weeks since he’s touched me like this, weeks since I’ve felt his hands on me in such a hungry way. I tried over and over to seduce him, but he told me he wanted me to heal before we were intimate again.
I hated him for that.
I moan as his finger drifts over my hole, the cloth forgotten. “I’ve missed you, Declan.”
“Missed you too,” I gasp, angling my ass back as his index finger seeks entry inside me. “Fuck, Nico. I need you.”
After he rinses suds from my crack, his finger tunnels inside, sending jolts of pleasure racing down my spine.
“Fuck me. Please,” I murmur, rolling my hips back against his fingers.
“Soon,” he says, then clamps his mouth around my hole.
“Christ,” I whimper, my voice reedy as his tongue lashes at me. “Oh god. Nico.” I rest my forehead against the shower wall and reach back, holding his head to the most sensitive part of me. “Fuck yes. Please, oh god, fuck.”
I’ve never been much of a talker, but the way he’s eating me out has my fucking head spinning. I have nothing to compare it to, but I know this is fucking top notch.
Nico lands a hard slap on my left ass cheek and I groan, my cock twitching almost violently. “Again,” I pant, rolling my hips toward his face.
He gives me what I want, a sound slap on my right ass cheek.
Before I can even stop the orgasm, cum shoots from my cock, painting the wall in front of me. I moan on a fucking loop, my fucking knees going weak as Nico licks me through my release.
I’m fucking boneless as Nico gets to his feet and snakes his arm around me, keeping me upright. “Good?”
I turn my head and take his mouth in a greedy kiss, my flavor bursting on my tongue. “Fucking great. Came without touching my dick.”
Nico hums and grabs my cock, stroking my spent length in a loose fist. “You done?”
“Not by a long shot.”
He chuckles as he nestles his shaft between my cheeks. “Can you take me?”
“Stop talking and give me your dick. Your voice is annoying.”
His deep laughter sends goosebumps racing down my spine and has my cock chubbing up.
A bottle flicks open behind me, and I poke my ass out, needing to feel his dick inside me. I need him to split me open, so I know I’m still here. I need the burn, need the stretch.
Nico’s fingers find me again and he makes quick work of getting me ready for him, two, then three fingers easing out of me. He uses those digits to press against my prostate. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll fucking blow before he can get his dick in me.
As if reading my mind, Nico removes his fingers, then slots his cock against my hole. A fragrant aroma reaches my nose, cutting through my lust haze.
Grunting, I ask, “Did you use my fucking conditioner as lube?”
I can hear the smile in his voice as he asks, “You got a better idea? You want me to get out of the shower and get lube, handsome?”
I grab his hip, keeping him in place. “Don’t you fucking dare. Give me what I want.”
He doesn’t respond with words, simply starts the slow glide inside me.
I lean my head back until it’s resting on his shoulder, a silent scream parting my lips.
He’s so hot, so fucking thick. Every inch he slides in sends zings of pleasure flowing through me. He’s fucking owning me with his dick, claiming me without words.
“Nico,” I whisper, reaching for him. He grabs my right hand, lacing our fingers against my belly. “Please, make me feel it.”
With a sensuous roll of his hips, Nico presses into me to the hilt. I keen, arching my back for him to go even fucking deeper.
He hums appreciatively, his fingers flexing in mine as he pulls his hips back and slams forward.
Over and over, he pumps inside of me, saying without words that I belong to him, that I’m his, that my hole will be filled with him at the drop of a fucking hat.
God, what would I do without this man? I never would have made it through my ordeal without him, without someone to look forward to.
His cock tunnels in and out of my pucker, pressing against my prostate with each glide.
“I missed this hole so much,” he whispers against my shoulder. “I promise I won’t let you go again. I love you too much to let you out of my fucking sight.”
“Keep me,” I beg, holding his hand tight enough to break the bones. “Don’t let me go.”
“Never, baby. You’re all mine.”
With those words, my release crashes through me, shouting my pleasure for everyone to hear.
Poor Manuel.
Nico talks me through it, telling me how good I am and how perfect I feel. After a few more thrusts, he whispers, “I love you so fucking much,” and comes inside me, painting my walls with his seed.
We pant as we come down from our orgasm high. It’s only when my head is clear after being licked and dicked to within an inch of my life that my ribs start screaming at me. It’s been six weeks, but apparently that’s not enough time to do any real strenuous activities that required heavy breathing.
Nico, the fucking mind reader that he is, asks, “How badly are you hurting?”
“Like a six. You fucked me too hard.”
He chuckles and pulls out of me. “Let me wash you up and I’ll get you into bed.”
Grabbing the body wash again, Nico carefully washes his cum from my hole and cleans up my cock and balls.
After I rinse off the suds, he turns off the water and helps me from the shower. I’m too boneless to be pissed that he’s treating me like an invalid. And I secretly like when Nico is all nurturing. Makes my heart flutter.
He dries me off and helps me into a pair of pajama pants. Scowling at him, I say, “You still haven’t given me back the pants I let you borrow.”
“Don’t plan on it. They’re comfortable as fuck. Buy a new pair.”
“I swear I fucking hate you.”
Kissing me softly, he whispers against my lips, “You could never.”
I scoff and amble to my room, ready to lie down in Nico’s arms.
We climb between the sheets, and I sigh softly when his big body presses against mine.
He rests his chin on my shoulder, kissing my cheek. “I’ll keep the nightmares away.”
“You always do.” With that, I fall asleep.
The fucking blaring of Nico’s phone wakes me and I groan. Reaching for a pillow, I pull it down and hit him over the head with it. “Turn it off,” I demand in a sleep-slick voice.
“You’re fucking cranky in the mornings, you know that?” he grumbles.
“Get used to it. You only signed up for it for the rest of your life.”
“No take backs, right?”
“None.”
He grabs his phone as I turn over to wrap my limbs around him. “Good morning.”
“Morning, handsome. Sleep good?”
I shrug. “Would have been better if your fucking phone didn’t ring.”
He peeks at the screen, then his eyes widen. “Yeah?” he answers quickly. “Good, be there soon.” He hangs up and kisses my forehead. “You’ll forget all about that soon. Your surprise is ready. Get up and get dressed. I’ll wake Manuel.”
He’s out of bed before I can fully register what he’s saying. “You’re a dick,” I shout at his back.
“So you’ve said.”
Grumbling under my breath, I pad to the bathroom so I can brush my teeth and start the shower.
By the time Nico joins me, I’m already under the spray, washing my hair.
He grabs the body wash, squirts some on a cloth and lathers it up. He runs it over my body, not like he did last night, but like he’s trying to get me clean as quickly as possible.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask.
“We gotta go, baby. I promise you’ll like this surprise.”
“I fucking better if you’re trying to scrub my damn skin off.”
He cackles. “Sorry. Hurry up.”
Nico washes himself quickly then gets out of the shower. I finish with my hair and climb out behind him.
He already has our clothes laid out, waiting for me to get dressed. “Sweats?” I ask, looking at them curiously.
“You’ll thank me for them.”
Shrugging, I get dressed and wait for him to get ready.
We meet Manuel in the living room, and he wears a grin as he catches the keys Nico tosses to him.
After I lock up and we’re heading down the stairs, Manuel says, “Thanks for letting me crash here. I appreciate it.”
My throat clogs as I realize that it feels right for Manuel to have Hen’s room. I don’t feel like he’s intruding on his memory or trying to take his place. He does remind me of Hendrix sometimes, but he’s a different person..
“Anytime.” I’m not shocked to realize I mean it.
Nico helps me into the car then slides in beside me. I immediately tuck myself into his side, needing his comfort. I don’t have to look up to know that his face is split into a grin.
I ask, “Do I need to be blindfolded for this surprise?”
“No,” he laughs. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.
He holds out his hand, palm up, and I slide mine against his. His finger strokes over the missing space and I feel self-conscious.
“Does this bother you?” he asks.
“Yeah, a little. I mean, I can’t grow another one, and the one I had is in someone’s trash can. But I won’t lie and say it won’t take some getting used to.”
“Do you want to wear your wedding ring on the other hand?”
“Fuck no. I want the world to know I locked you down.” He snorts. “Seriously, I don’t want to feel like they took that from me, too. I don’t want to hide it. Like you said, it means I survived. But that doesn’t mean I won’t look down at the space and want what I had.”
Nico squeezes my hand gently. “I know, baby. I’m sorry they did that to you. But I’ll be here every step of the way of your recovery. Every step.”
I lean into him and close my eyes. “I know. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Declan.”
About twenty minutes later, Manuel makes a turn and I open my eyes to see we’re at The Fox Club. I look over at Nico, but he says nothing, though his eyes dance with mischief.
Curious, I get out of the car, looking around at our surroundings. “Why are we here?”
“Your surprise.” He holds his hand out. “You trust me?”
“More than I should probably,” I answer truthfully and place my hand in his.
Even more curious is that the parking lot is empty but for three other cars. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the parking lot so empty.
Turning to Manuel, I ask, “Y’all closed today?”
He smiles sinisterly, rubbing his hands together. “Oh yeah.”
On the door is a sign that reads, “Closed for a private event.” Okay, what the fuck is going on?
“This better not be a fucking engagement party. I have on fucking sweatpants, Nico,” I hiss.
He throws his head back and laughs, but doesn’t say anything.
When we get inside, instead of Manuel walking into the basement, he steps back and allows Nico to rap on the door three times.
The door opens on silent hinges, and I’m surprised to see Carter’s head peek around the door frame.
“About time,” he says.
“Your brother took forever in the shower,” Nico says with a roll of his eyes. “You’re lucky I got here so fast.”
Carter grunts, then pulls me in for a hug. “You doin’ okay?”
“I’m good. What is this?” I ask. “My birthday ain’t for another three months.”
“We know. Consider it an engagement gift,” he says, giving me a long look.
I look down, forgetting I didn’t tell him. “I was gonna say something.”
“Sure, sure.” He waves me off. “Congratulations or whatever. Come look what your fiancé got for you.”
We all tread down the stairs, the beams creaking from holding the weight of four large men that don’t skip workouts.
Rounding the corner, the first thing that greets me is the smell. I hold my hand to my nose as the combined scent of piss, blood, and body odor wafts over me. The second thing I notice is that they’ve got two people tied up and hanging from hooks that are bolted to the ceiling.
Austin and Hugo.
They both shoot daggers at me as they glare, though fear creeps into their vision when they realize who they’re looking at.
Nico steps behind me, snaking his arm around my middle. “Surprise, baby.”