28. NICO
28
NICO
W e’ve left a trail of damp footprints all over Paris, but the evening is warm and my sopping clothes have barely distracted me from Kate at all. She doesn’t seem too fussed either. She’s been chatting non-stop about the gallery, the paintings, the Eiffel Tower and the fact that Paris has never looked as beautiful as it does tonight.
I barely noticed the city because Kate held all my attention. The sweet curve of her upper lip, the slight lopsidedness of her smile, the way being near her makes me feel… like my nerves are being constantly jangled in the best way.
We trip inside the apartment, both of us dripping wet. As soon as the door clicks shut, I pin her against it.
She laughs. “Aren’t you going to give me the tour?” She peers into the apartment over my shoulder.
“After.” I kiss her neck, biting the skin. The faintest hint of her floral perfume hits my nostrils and I can’t get enough.
“After what?”
“After you take your dress off. This is a naked zone.”
“Is it indeed?”
“Mmm. Yup.” My hand drifts up her thigh, but she shoves me off and pulls her dress right over her head, dropping the wet fabric to the floor. It lands on the polished parquet with a squelch.
“Where are we doing this?” she asks, the eager look in her eye killing me.
“Everywhere.” I pull her back against me and kiss her neck, my hands roaming her body. “I want to fuck you in every room.”
Her gaze roves over the high ceilings and paneled walls. “Looks big. Huge. How many rooms are there?”
“Not enough.”
Under my fingertips, her ribs vibrate as her laughter rings out through the empty flat.
She eases out of my embrace, sashaying her way down the corridor in wet underwear and heels. The lace of her panties rides halfway up the perfect curves of her arse. So supple. So ready to be kissed. Bitten. Spanked. My dick gives a hard throb that settles to a constant ache.
Kate trails a finger along the wall as she walks. It’s a slow, seductive movement that draws me along like I’m on a leash.
I’m right behind her when she spins around, eyes widening when she sees the look on my face. I must look… ravenous . Like I want to swallow every morsel of her soft, pink flesh.
She arches a brow. “Thought you said this was a naked zone?” She tugs at the buttons on my wet shirt, then pulls at the damp waistband of my trousers. “Get these off.”
I peel my clothes off until I’m only in my boxers.
I’m already hard. Pretty sure I’ve been hard all evening. Kate only has to look in my direction and I’ve got a semi. She casts my crotch an appreciative glance.
Unable to resist, I pull her against me, pressing our bodies flush. Fuck, she’s soft . Our mouths meet and I grab the apple of her arse, forcing her closer still. My dick presses right between her legs. Hot. Warm. And so fucking close.
If I slid her underwear to one side, I could slip right in. A groan ekes from my throat; the sound loaded with need. But I don’t want to do this here. I break away, trying to ignore Kate’s just-kissed lips and wild eyes, as I lead her towards the bedroom.
I’m halfway down the corridor when Kate tugs on my hand. “Fuck, Nico, how big is this flat? Are we there yet? I feel like we’re walking to Scotland.” She peers through one of the open doors. “I’m pretty sure I can see some suitable rooms right here.”
I chuckle. “Easy, tiger.” I shove the bedroom door open. The lights are off, but the shutters are open and outside Paris is lit up like a fairyland.
“Wow,” Kate murmurs as she takes in the view. “It’s beautiful.”
“We’re not stopping,” I say, hauling her up in my arms. Kate squeals as I push through to the ensuite beyond, with its enormous glass shower.
Kate wriggles out of my embrace, heels clacking on the tile floor as I set her down. I turn on the shower and in moments steam fills the room. She steps towards me and places a hand against my chest. I let her push me backward until I hit the sink behind.
She pulls at my boxers, tugging them down. My cock springs free, so fucking hard I could drill for diamonds with it. Pre-cum drips from my slit.
“Naked zone,” I remind her, sliding my fingertips into her panties and tugging them down. We kick our underwear to the side as she grips my cock in one hand and runs up the length of it. Heat pulses from tip to base and I hiss, bending to kiss her breasts, the soft flesh exposed above the cup of her bra.
A delightful shiver ripples down her body, and she lets out a small, helpless moan. I could listen to her noises forever; messages sent right to my cock.
I graze her right nipple with my thumb, and it hardens beneath her bra, responding to my touch. I suck it through the fabric and Kate’s back bows, like she wants me to take more of her breast in my mouth. This fucking woman . I want her more than I can bear. It’s frightening and wonderful all at once.
I slide her breast out of the bra cup and bite down on her exposed pink nipple. She yelps a little, grinding her hips against me.
I reach behind her and undo the bra with one hand. Her breasts fall free and I kiss one, then the other, sucking each nipple in turn, relishing her reactions.
I sink my teeth down on her breast and suck hard.
She lets out a guttural, lustful noise. “I’ll be bruised.”
“I’m making up for lost time. I don’t want them to feel neglected.”
She emits a delightful laugh, which cuts off with a gasp as I run a finger through her folds and slide it deep into her pussy. She clenches deliciously around my fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, hands fisting against my shoulders. Her back bows again, thrusting her sex against my hand, greedy for more. “I need to come. Make me come, Nico.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” I tease, sliding my fingers out and walking us both under the steaming shower.
Hot water pelts us, the steamy air warm in my nostrils. We soap one another, hands everywhere, foam sliding slick and free down our bodies. When I can resist no longer, I press Kate against the tiles. Kissing my way down her body, I lick the droplets from between her breasts, trailing my mouth down her stomach. Desperate to feel her pleasure against my tongue, I sink to my knees.
I grab her hips, pulling her closer as I feast on her, my tongue swiping inside and over her, tasting her sweet wetness. Her fingers wind into my hair as she arches her back, offering herself to me. A gift I can’t resist.
I slide one finger deep inside her, then another, continuing to suck at her clit until her moans grow louder and her legs tremble.
“Please,” she begs. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Condom,” I mutter, not wanting to have to move away from her for a second. “Fuck.”
“I’m on the pill.”
I look up at her, but her eyes are half-closed, delirious with pleasure.
“Are you sure?” I continue to fuck her with my fingers. “I’m clean,” I add, even though she didn’t ask.
She flutters her lids open and nods. “I trust you. Please .”
Fuck . If she’s going to beg me in that desperate tone, then I definitely can’t resist. I want to give this woman everything.
I stand, one hand on the tile beside her head as I guide my tip to her entrance. Kate’s captivated gaze fixes on my cock, which throbs angrily in response.
A rush of pleasure engulfs me as I thrust into her, watching the way my dick disappears between her lips, filling her up. With nothing between us, I can feel every wet inch of her and I have to restrain the impulse to pummel her rough and hard until I come. So fucking good.
I set up a rhythm, and with each movement of my hips, I hit her clit and in response she moans, over and over again. The sound is intoxicating and I pump faster, making heat burn at the base of my spine. If I don’t slow down, I won’t last, but Kate’s fingers dig into the back of my neck, and the pinch of pain only urges me on. She presses her head against my shoulder, then her lips, then she fucking bites me, teeth sinking right into my skin.
Lust roars in my veins, and the noise that escapes my mouth is rabid. I plunge deep into her, lifting her body so it slides against the wall.
“The bed,” she cries. “The bed will be easier.”
She wants me to stop? I can’t fucking stop now.
“Please,” she says. “My back…”
Christ, I can’t deny her anything .
My cock still nestled inside her, I flick off the water and carry her out to the bedroom, and land us both on the bed, our bodies wet, slick, soaking the sheets. I grab her wrists, pinning them over her head against the pillow.
Bracing my body over hers, I fuck her hard, regaining lost ground from our move. The headboard slams against the wall, and she meets my thrusts with her own, jerking her hips off the mattress, her wrists straining against my hold.
“I’m close,” she cries. “Oh, Nico. Fuck, yes, yes.”
It only takes a few more deep, quick thrusts before she’s screaming my name as she comes on my dick, her pussy contracting around me.
It brings me right to the edge.
When the wave of her pleasure subsides, I flip us, so she’s on top. She settles onto me, the wetness between her legs sliding against my stomach before her wet cunt slides right onto my dick again. Fuuuck .
She rides me, her breasts heaving with each movement, hair falling free around her shoulders. Her eyes are dark, lids hooded, lost in the pleasure of her rhythm. Fire rises through me to see her so turned on. It’s like my own private porno with the only woman in the world I want to see.
Pleasure builds in my cock, rising through me like a tsunami. I pinch her swollen clit and she yelps, fucking me faster. I continue to rub the sensitive point. She’s so ripe, so ready, that a few seconds later her body tenses, and the series of moans she releases as the wave of her climax hits again is more than I can handle.
My muscles clench as my climax burns through me with unparalleled fury, seeming to last far longer than ever before. My hips are taut as I empty into her, filling her sweet cunt with so much cum that I can feel it leaking from her before I’ve even finished. Fuck me . I’ve had a lot of sex, but it has never felt like this… Like completion, as though spilling into her is soothing my soul.
As my orgasm fades, I continue to rub her clit, more gently now. Caressing it. Kate rests on me, loose strands of her damp hair falling across my chest. She breathes heavily against my neck.
Her eyelids flutter as she moans and climaxes one more time. When the ecstasy passes, she collapses on top of me, our sweat-slicked skin pressed together, chests heaving.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her. “Seeing you come is better than I ever imagined.”
She murmurs, satisfied, almost sleepy, her breaths hot against my pecs. “You imagined?”
My lips tip up as I edge my hand between us to stroke her swollen pussy. “Yes…”
Her smile widens and she sits up a little to grant me easier access. Her clit is so engorged it’s almost solid beneath the delicate skin. She grinds her hips against my hand until she quivers and comes. It’s a quieter climax this time, but it affects her whole body. Every muscle trembles with it.
When it passes, she falls back against me and takes a few deep breaths and I stroke my hand over the smooth skin of her back. This moment feels so right, so perfect. I never want it to end.
I tighten my arms around her, winding her long hair in my fingers, my cock softening inside her warmth. I’m not sure life gets better than this. Out of nowhere, a loosening sensation occurs in my chest, like a brick wall being shaken free of its mortar, and it’s fucking terrifying.
How can something that feels this good last? I don’t deserve this .
I shut the thoughts out and focus on the beautiful woman in my bed. I kiss her temple, then gently shift her so I can lean across to get the tissues from the bedside table. I give her a few, take some myself, and slide out of her, catching the mess.
I grab more tissues and wipe her down, an immense sense of satisfaction rolling through me to see my cum leaking from between her swollen lips. Carefully, I tend to her pussy and inner thighs, and then I lean down to kiss the skin.
She squirms. “Stop. It’s too sensitive.”
“You’ll have to make me.”
I dive head first between her legs and she squeals, giggling, pulling at my hair. She drags me off her and we tussle for a moment, until my mouth finds hers and we kiss, slowly, deeply.
While she’s distracted, I slide my hand through her neat pubic hair and press a finger to her clit. She bucks against me. “Stop. Nico, stop. Really, I need time to recover.”
I sit back, staring at her where she lies on the bed, her breasts beautiful, nipples hardened into peaks. I resist the urge to force her down and take one in my mouth. She gives me a full, stunning smile, eliciting a stirring below my ribs.
I’m falling for Kate Lansen.
My best friend’s little sister.
Jack is going to fucking kill me when he finds out.
Kate snaps her fingers in my face. “Where did you go?”
I scramble to gather my thoughts. “Huh?”
“Just then. You zoned out.”
I blink. Focus. “I was thinking about how much I like you.”
Kate gives a half-smile, not wholly convinced by my answer, but willing to humour me. “How much? Enough to hit a man who was trying to kiss me?”
I raise an eyebrow and she sits up, a cheeky expression on her face, like she thinks she’s toeing a dangerous line.
“I didn’t know you were that kind of guy,” she says.
“I’m not, usually. Only when you’re involved.”
“So it was because you were jealous?” She squeals as if she’s been desperate to prove this point for a while. “I didn’t dare believe it, but my flatmate was convinced of it.”
Her delight at the idea that she incited me to violence produces a dizzying wave of happiness. “Jealous? No. Protective, yes.”
“Of course,” she says, a smug smile tweaking her lips as she straddles me, her soft hands pushing me down by my shoulders until I’m flat on my back. Even though I’m spent, a pulse of desire throbs in my groin.
She strokes a hand over my chest. I close my eyes, relishing her fingers tickling my skin, drifting lower… lower…
Blood surges to my dick as her hand draws closer.
“Right. Shower,” she says.
My eyes pop open. “What? Now?”
She rocks her hips. Her wet slit rubs against my dick, making me groan.
“Yup,” she replies, making a move to leave, but I lurch forward and grab her wrist.
“Don’t tease.” I release her arm. “I won’t be nice next time.”
“Ooh, sounds tempting.” She shifts backwards so she’s on all fours over me, breasts heavy. It’s a fucking glorious sight. It takes all my willpower not to grab her and strap her to the bed.
She levels a thoughtful gaze at me. “You have a lot of money, Nico.”
I raise an eyebrow. Where the fuck did that come from? “Are we just stating facts here? Because you have great breasts.”
A slow smile parts her lips as she runs her finger along my dick, which jerks to attention. Arousal surges through me and Kate’s eyes flash with delight as my eager dick exposes the effect she has on me. “I want to know what I’m worth. How much would you pay me not to shower right now? To stay here and suck your dick instead?”
Hearing those words come from her perfect mouth has heat steaming through my veins. “I thought I couldn’t buy you?”
“You can’t.” She cups my balls, squeezing them gently. A shudder runs through me and she grins at the involuntary movement. “But let’s just say you could…”
I stroke her cheek as I contemplate her question. “They do say everyone has a price.”
“How much?”
I chuckle. “I’m not telling you that.”
She feigns disgruntlement. Then she darts her head down and licks the tip of my dick, which leaps in response. She looks up at me from between my legs, her eyebrow raised suggestively. “What am I worth to you, Nico?”
I grab her, roll her onto her back, and pin her down. “Are we talking the worth of a blow job here? Or the worth of you, Kate Lansen, sexiest woman I’ve ever been with?”
She taps her finger against her chin, making a show of contemplating the question. “The latter.”
I look her over, pretending to assess her value. As I do, a hint of vulnerability appears in her gaze, and this no longer feels like a game.
“What am I worth to you, Nico?” she whispers. The arched eyebrow is gone, the taunting tone absent. The words might be the same, but the question feels different.
My heart gives an uncomfortable thud.
And then I tell her the truth. “You’re worth every penny I have. Every. Single. One.” I kiss her between each of the last words, but it’s only when she moves her hand to the back of my neck and deepens the kiss that I realise I haven’t told the full truth.
Kate Lansen is priceless.