Chapter 11 Interlude on a Balcony #2
A groan forces its way out of my mouth as he firmly presses his thumbs into the arch of my foot.
“Fucking hells, Nico.” It’s exquisite. Decadent.
This isn’t something I’ve experienced before, and I won’t be denying myself this pleasure in the future.
As he attentively works his thumbs along the sole of my foot toward my toes, I melt into the chair, debating whether the argument could be made that a foot massage is equal to, or better than, sex.
At the very least it’s excellent foreplay.
I’m startled out of my thoughts by a wet sensation along the bottom of my foot.
I open my eyes to find Nico watching me as he licks along my arch with the flat of his tongue.
My cock throbs, and I’m mesmerized. His full lips close around my toes, one at a time, gently sucking, tongue teasing the sensitive skin.
I groan again, gripping the arms of the chair to keep from touching myself.
After he thoroughly worships each of my toes, he sits on his heels with a very self-satisfied smirk. “Do you like that?”
“You know I do. Now you’re fishing for compliments.
” I grin and slide my foot along his thigh, inching it higher to rub against his fat cock.
Laughing, he gently grasps me by the ankle, blocking any further movement before setting my foot on the tiles.
It’s clear that he intends to stop any attempts I make to touch him intimately. “Nico.”
He lowers his head, and his tongue darts out to lick behind my bent knee before mouthing gently at the wetness.
My entire body vibrates with desire, and my cock is already leaking precum.
I moan again as his supple lips burn a scorching trail of kisses along my inner thigh.
His beard tickles deliciously as it brushes my sensitive skin, his gorgeous mouth inching closer to my weeping cock.
“Nico.” He gently mouths at my balls, licking them and sucking them into his mouth before releasing them to ghost his lips up the length of my aching cock, barely brushing against my hot skin.
I gasp for air, slack-jawed, eyes half-closed.
His expression, like the cat who got the cream, would make me laugh if my brain hadn’t already melted under his talented attention.
He beams with satisfaction, as if the pleasure he’s giving me is matched by what he’s receiving.
Except he’s not receiving because he won’t let me do anything.
His nimble fingers stroke along my thigh and cup my balls, kneading firmly while his other hand lightly grips the base of my cock. It’s a struggle to remember to breathe.
I slide my fingers into his dark curls and close my eyes as his warm, plump lips suck me into the wet heat of his mouth.
His hot tongue runs lazy circles around the head of my cock, teasing along the underside before pressing the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spot, rubbing in a slow circular motion.
I desperately want to thrust with each swirl of his talented tongue, but I force my hips to stay still.
Fuck, I want more. I want him. He pulls back, releasing me with a soft pop.
“Bello, you look good sprawled across my furniture.”
I take a shuddering breath and grin, letting my eyes momentarily drift closed. “I look good anywhere.” I hope I seem relaxed. Thankfully, my voice doesn’t quaver, but it’s all an act. He’s wrecked me to my core, and it’s unnerving.
Nico chuckles, but I’m not sure if it’s in response to my comment or because he sees through my act.
I stop caring as he lowers his mouth again, this time sliding his plush lips all the way down to the base of my cock.
“Fuck.” I grip his hair and groan loudly as I’m swallowed whole, his warm breath wafting across my abdomen.
Excruciatingly slowly, he hollows his cheeks, pulling firmly as he slides his lips from the base to the head before reversing course.
“Fucking hells, Nico.” Though I try to sound seductive, my voice is too shaky for that.
“You have a very wicked mouth. I love what you’re doing with it. ”
He continues to suck as he brushes his fingers along the back of my thighs and across my ass, teasing them into the crease.
I scoot forward and spread my legs wider, hooking them over the arms of the chair.
With another soft pop, he releases my aching cock.
“Then you will love this, Bello.” He glides his fingertips over my hole, pressing the pad of his middle finger against my entrance.
My body is taut with anticipation. “I love watching you like this.”
Very deliberately, he torments me with his mouth and hands, keeping the pace slow and relaxed until I’m sure I’ll lose my mind.
I’m achingly hard, leaking profusely, and desperate for Nico to stop teasing me.
It’s foolish thinking. Nico is obviously enjoying this.
But if he thinks I’ll beg for release, he’ll be waiting a long time.
I may want to come, but Shabah never beg.
Sucking at his own fingers, he gets them thoroughly wet before gently pressing two against my hole.
I meet his gaze. “Yes. Fuck yes, please.” He dips his fingertips inside me, torturing me with slow, short strokes just at the rim.
The pleasure is intense, and I want more—more lips, more hands, more everything—until there’s nothing but his fingers and wicked mouth torturing me exquisitely.
He does his best to fulfill that unspoken wish, sucking me into his mouth as his hands tug and press against the perfect spots.
My balls constrict, pulling up close to my body, and I gently squeeze his shoulder, but the only response he gives is a deep hum in the back of his throat before sucking even harder, thrusting his fingers deeper and curling them perfectly on the way out.
The thought of coming in his mouth, him swallowing around me, watching it happen—my body seizes and shakes while I come with a roar.
After an exquisite eternity of a muscle-clenching orgasm, I sprawl boneless in the chair, eyes shut, my body drenched in sweat as I try to inhale as much air as I can. It’s several minutes before my breathing returns to normal and I have the energy to open my eyes.
He’s still kneeling between my legs, smiling, but with an odd expression on his face. “You are so beautiful when you come. So incredibly beautiful.” I don’t yet have control over words, so I settle for squeezing his hand and smiling. “Do not move, Bello.”
The soles of his boots slap against the balcony tiles as he takes a few steps away.
This time, I don’t worry about what he’s doing.
I’m too busy following his last instructions.
In fact, I’m not sure I’d be able to move if I needed to, and that should cause me at least a bit of panic. Instead, I’m oddly calm.
Through my post-orgasmic haze, I catch the sounds of more sloshing and a gentle thump on the table next to me.
I manage to pry my eyes open enough to see Nico dipping the cloth he’d used earlier into the basin of water.
I try to reach for it, but he pushes my hand away.
“I am taking care of you tonight.” He wipes the damp fabric across my body, cooling my sweaty skin.
His touch is gentle, and I have to admit I’m enjoying the tender care.
By the time he’s done and sets the bowl and cloth aside, my brain and body are functional again.
He offers me a hand, pulling me out of the chair.
“Come inside, Bello. It is getting cool out here.”