26. KATE
26
KATE
T he words are barely out of my mouth before Nico is leaning over me, unbuckling me from the huge leather chair, guiding me to standing. His eyes burn with lust and he’s not even trying to hide it as he rakes them over me, making my knees weaken.
“Ready?” he asks. “No going back.”
I swallow and give the barest hint of a nod, but it’s enough for Nico.
He grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom, slamming the door behind us. He wraps one arm around my waist, his other hand cupping my face. The fire of his touch burns me into submission, and when he tugs me flush against him, I fold into him until every tiny gap between our bodies ceases to exist.
We devour each other’s mouths like we’re starving. It’s messy and hard and soft and warm and wet, with nipping of teeth and swiping of tongues. A fusion of body and breath.
I pull at his shirt, tease at his collar, fingers flitting over his neck. He slides his hands up my spine and into my hair, fisting it with a dominant tug. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Fuck, I want you,” he growls. “I’m crazy about you.”
My head spins. I can’t believe this is happening. His words, his hands, his touch, boiling me up from the inside. It’s a dizzying dream come true. I can hardly breathe with the shock of sensations racing through my body.
But there are nagging doubts in my mind. Can I really give myself to this man? Do I trust him?
I push back, staring up at him. “This is mad, Nico. Paris… the private jet…”
His mouth swallows my words; his tongue, hot and wet, swipes between my lips. I push back harder and he pulls away.
His lips are wet and shining, and each breath is tortured. His eyes narrow like he can’t believe I’m saying this now. “It’s not mad. This is my life. What did you expect?”
“It’s too much. You can’t buy me, Nico.”
He considers this for a moment. “I know. You’ve made that very clear.” He draws close, the tip of his nose skating down the side of my neck. My body erupts in goosebumps. “But I don’t need to buy you. This fucking chemistry…” He shakes his head against my neck and blows out a hot breath. “Do you feel it?”
Yes, I feel it.
“It’s you I want. All of you, all the fucking time.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip. “If you let me, I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”
He pulls me close and his erection presses against me. I gasp and instinctively try to pull away, but he keeps me pinned to him, and beneath the strength of his embrace, I soften. “See what you do to me?” he whispers. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
My legs weaken and suddenly he’s holding more of my weight than they are. One of those lusty little moans creeps out between my teeth and at the sound, Nico chuckles.
“You don’t walk away from an attraction like this,” he says. “So quit questioning it. This is one in a million. I can’t let you go. Not this time.”
Not this time ? “I’m not going anywhere.”
I feel his lips part in a smile against my neck. “Not at thirty thousand feet, you aren’t. For the duration of the flight, you’re mine.”
I want to tell him I’ll be his for longer than that… that I’ve already been his for years. But before I can form the words, his lips find mine again. Each sweep of his tongue sends a lightning bolt of desire right between my legs. One of his hands rides up my thigh, sliding beneath my dress to my bum. He kneads the flesh, his fingertips pressing so hard I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
The pain is barely enough to penetrate the haze of my arousal. I’d take more of it, much more , if it only meant he would touch me, harder, deeper, and more completely.
I want him to destroy me. If he doesn’t, it won’t be enough to satisfy the wave of desire that’s rising through me. He hooks my thigh up around his hip, pressing his erection against the throbbing ache between my legs.
Like an unwanted guest, Marie’s warning bounces into my head. Don’t let him fuck you over .
Is this all a mistake? Will I ever feel at ease with Nico Hawkston? Or will my feelings always be resting on a knife edge; one slip and the blade will tear through my heart?
Nico kisses me harder, as if he knows I’m having doubts. He tastes so good I don’t care if it’s a mistake or not. I want him more than I fear what having him might do to me, and now, when my body is so close to getting everything it ever wanted, I’m not about to back away.
With his hands on my body, his lips on my mouth, and arousal flooding my veins, I choose uncertainty over giving in. I choose Nico, and consequences be damned .
The fingertips of his other hand press against my panties. They’re already damp. He nudges the fabric aside, sliding his finger deep into my pussy. The slick sound of my arousal is deafening in my ears. He lets out a low chuckle that vibrates against my chest. “Mmm,” he hums. “Are you mine, Kate?”
He slides a second finger in and I moan, letting my head fall back.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Hmmm.” He circles my clit with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure through my core. “I don’t like the word maybe.” He thrusts his fingers deeper inside me. “Try again. Are you mine?”
I moan as he introduces a third finger, and the stretch is almost painful. He curls them against my G-spot and my body trembles with rising pleasure.
I give in. “Yes. God, yes. I’m yours.”
“Good.” His voice is smooth as he continues to fuck me with his fingers.
I tilt my hips, riding his hand, and fisting my hands in his hair. “Please, Nico. I want you inside me.”
A noise rumbles in his chest, a look of unrestrained desire crossing his face. “Fuck, hearing you say that…” He breaks off, as if even thinking about my words will send him over the edge. He slides his fingers out and lifts me in his arms, supporting both my thighs with his hands. I tighten my legs around his hips as he walks me towards the bed, lowering me onto it.
I shuffle out of my panties and throw them across the cabin, along with the last of my willpower to resist this man.
He eases my thighs open, biting the flesh as he moves towards my wet pussy, so slick now I wonder if it’s actually dripping.
Suddenly, his mouth is there, his tongue running from my arse to my clit. It feels delicious and wild all at once, and I let out a low moan. His tongue slides into my entrance before rising again to my clit. He sucks it quick and hard.
His fingers enter me again whilst he tends to my clit with his mouth.
I’m embarrassingly turned on, my hips rolling against his chin, his tongue, seeking more of him. I want him to demolish me, destroy me, devour every part of my body. I’ve never needed anything as much as I need this. It feels as though all the years of longing for him, waiting for him, craving him, are demanding satisfaction at once. It’s driving me to distraction.
He presses his palm against my stomach and pins me to the bed as the fingers of his other hand exert pressure against that sweet, sensitive spot inside me with absolute precision. The flat of his tongue swipes up my swollen clit, and he sucks it between his teeth.
I’ve never been handled with such skill. I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, angling my hips towards his mouth, forcing that desperate ache building within me against his tongue. I grab the back of his head with both hands, pushing his face harder between my legs.
“Oh, God,” I groan, thrusting my head back against the pillow. Sparks ignite at the apex of my thighs, shooting through my hips.
“That’s not my name—”
“Oh, shit, shit. I’m close, don’t stop. I’m going to come—”
“Not yet.”
He stops and I stare down at him, his lips and chin gleaming with my wetness.
“What?” I squeal. “No, please—”
He kisses me, and I can taste myself on him. His mouth shifts to my ear and he sucks on the lobe before he says, “I’m claiming you. Every inch of your body, every one of your orgasms.” His lips brush my cheek as he dips his mouth to suck my neck like he wants to brand me, making electricity fizz beneath my skin. “You’re. All. Mine.” His voice is low and full of a lust so possessive that the sound trickles down my spine, pooling between my legs like warm molasses.
I’m only just recovering as he pulls back, flashing me the sexiest smirk that has me wanting to shed the last of my clothes. He tugs his trousers and boxers down, kicking them off before kneeling over me with his fist around the base of the biggest erection I’ve ever seen. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip.
He must see the alarm on my face, because he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “We can take it slow.” He frowns and glances at his watch. “Not that slow.”
I laugh.
“Should’ve taken you to Rome,” he says. “Longer flight time.”
“Stop talking.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He moves his fist up and down his dick, and I’m mesmerized by the motion. He’s so beautiful, every perfect inch of him.
“Shit. Condom.” He stretches across me, opens the top drawer of the bedside table and pulls one out, ripping the packet open with his teeth. He rolls it on so fast I’d have missed it if I’d blinked.
He straddles me, lowering himself to his elbows, so he’s right above me, lining himself up at my entrance.
I want to savor the moment our bodies meet. I’ve dreamed of it so many times, and now that it’s happening I don’t want a second of this ecstasy to elude me.
He slides in, just an inch. “So tight,” he murmurs appreciatively, as the burn of the stretch forces me to bite my lip.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod, and he thrusts again, filling me entirely, fusing our hips. Finally. Finally . A wave of joy rushes over me. It’s so overwhelming, I could weep. I grab his glutes, forcing him deeper, hooking my legs up and over, my heels against his arse.
With each thrust, he simultaneously hits my clit and some deep spot inside that hasn’t ever been reached before.
The filthy sound of our bodies slamming together fills the cabin. Pleasure radiates from that deep, hidden place, building and building, fogging my mind, flooding my body.
I’m moving against him, onto him, into him, seeking the release until it bursts, rolling through me in stormy waves.
I scream with each shocking jolt of pleasure, and with each of his thrusts the headboard bangs against the wall. If it wasn’t nailed in place, we’d bring the flight down.
“Oh, God.” I tear at him with my nails, scratching welts across the taut muscles of his arse. I could be drawing blood, I don’t know.
He growls, whether in pain or pleasure I have no clue, but the noise is such a turn on I’m beside myself with ecstacy.
“My name—”
“Nico. Nico! Nico fucking Hawkston!” My head falls back, thrashing back and forth, hair flailing across the pillow. “Fuck, Nico!”
“Look at me,” he commands, but my body is lost to sensation. I can’t do anything but writhe beneath him.
“Look. At. Me,” he repeats, and this time his tone guides me through the fog of lust until our eyes lock. His gaze grounds me in a way I’ve never experienced, hauling me through the pleasure and into something real. Something deep and frightening and perfect. He thrusts powerfully into me, slower now, our bodies melding together in a perfect embrace. He never looks away; it’s so intense, so unrelenting, as if his gaze is physically holding me.
Thrums of pleasure dart from my clit, colliding with that deep, inner pressure until they merge in the most forceful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I rock and shudder against him, my thighs quivering around his hips.
“Fuck.” He groans and his cock twitches as he finishes, his glutes clenching beneath my hands. He’s coming with me, the experience mind-blowingly intense as the orgasm explodes between us like we’re one being.
Even as it’s pulsing through me, my body dissolving, I know it’s different from any other orgasm. It changes everything; blasting through my barriers and defences like a bomb. It’s more than physical; it’s an energy force that ties us together, binding me to him and leaving me forever changed.
We collapse on the bed, mingled in sweat and post-orgasmic bliss, our breaths heaving.
“I knew it would be fucking brilliant,” he pants. “You’ve destroyed me.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
I’m still wearing my dress, although it’s sweaty and rumpled up around my hips, and Nico’s linen shirt looks more like a rag than an item of clothing.
He props himself up on his elbows so he’s looking down at me. He starts to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re an animal,” he tells me, simultaneously smiling and shaking his head at me like he can’t believe what he’s just experienced.
I slap his naked bum. “Oi.”
He winces, and I wonder if I hurt him earlier. Then he smiles widely—like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen—and something inside melts and pools with warmth. “A beautiful, wild, wonderful animal. I wouldn’t change it for the world.” He kisses me gently and the cabin rocks with gentle turbulence, reminding me we’re in the air. “Welcome to the mile high club, Little K.”
I kiss him back, my heart softening as I realise I don’t mind the nickname one tiny bit.