27. Nico
twenty-seven
Nico
Savannah’s soft lips part, and I dive into her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers, deepening the kiss like a glutton unable to get his fill.
I want to fucking crawl inside her and eat her from the inside out so that I’m the only one who can have her.
For a second, I was afraid she was going to deny her feelings again and split. To say I’m pleased she stayed with me is putting it mildly. I’m fucking ecstatic. Savannah wants me, and I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want her.
My hands greedily slip down the sides of her body, memorizing her every curve. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh. As much as I want to strip her naked, now isn’t the time. I stay on my back and let her lead.
This is a first because I can’t recall a single time I let a woman have an ounce of control over me. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I let a woman touch me or get on top of me like Savannah is right now. I’d say I was missing out, but that’s not true.
I was just missing her.
Through Savanna’s flannel pants, I can feel the heat of her pussy as she straddles me and grinds into my stomach, her delicious ass brushing the tip of my raging-hard cock. She has me so fucked up and twisted I think I might come just by kissing her.
That theory is going to be tested real soon if she doesn’t stop rubbing her pussy all over me. It was hard enough to keep from blowing my load when she was just staring at my dick.
Savannah digs her nails into my pecs, and moans as she sucks on my tongue and then nips my bottom lip with her teeth. My pretty kitten really is a vicious little thing, and I am so fucking here for it.
Pain and pleasure go hand in hand for me. But this is different. It feels more primal. Instinctual.
I release her hips and bury my hands in her hair, tilting her head to the side. My turn to take charge and show her two can play that game.
She whimpers as I tug her brown locks and bite her lip back, before fucking her mouth like I plan on fucking her pussy—deeply and so fucking thoroughly she’ll forget her own name. The thought of burying my cock deep inside her tight wet pussy rips a growl from my chest.
To slow things down, I release Savannah’s hair and rip my mouth away from hers.
She places her hands on my chest for balance. Her lips are shiny and swollen, and her amber eyes glow with a wildfire so hot I want to reach out and touch it. Instead, I reach up and push back the strands of her hair that have fallen around us like a curtain.
“Holy shit, what was that?” she pants.
“Us. That’s us, gattina. Hot and wild, like an uncontrollable fire that can’t be put out.”
“It’s never been like that for me before.”
“Same.” I soothingly run my hands up and down the soft skin of her arms, waiting for her to lead again.
“Really?” Her voice cracks, and her insecurity peeks through her armor.
“Really. I would never and will never lie to you. Now kiss me again. Give me your sweet mouth and sharp tongue.”
She does what I ask and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s over too quickly for my liking, but knowing she can also take direction keeps my dick hard.
“I don’t have a sharp tongue,” she sasses and swipes said tongue across my lips.
I can’t help chuckling at her denial. “Baby, the first time we met, you told me I wasn’t special, called me annoying, and purposefully addressed me by the wrong name. You basically told me to fuck off.”
“I’ve never actually told you to fuck off.”
“True. You’re too polite to tell me to fuck off.” I press my thumb to her lips, and she nips the tip. “Vicious.”
“And don’t you forget it.” Savannah smiles, and it’s like a straight shot of heaven to my ribs. I love being on the receiving end of that smile. “Now. Back to business.”
“And what business is that?” I ask.
“The business of me getting a better look at your jewelry,” she states firmly.
I throw my head back and laugh. I was hoping she’d forget all about wanting to stare at my dick. Not that I am the least bit shy. The gods have blessed me. I know this to be a fact. I’ve spent a lot of time in the locker room with other dudes.
“What’s so funny?” She crosses her arms, lifting her perky tits up. My mouth waters at the sight of her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Savannah doesn’t miss a thing. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
She grips the bottom of her shirt, and I snap, “Stop.”
“Okay.” She looks down at me with her worried amber eyes. The only thing she should be worried about is me mauling her like a fucking animal.
“You really want to do this?”
The little minx slides back and nudges my cockhead with her ass. She bites her bottom lip seductively and nods.
“Fine. But your shirt stays on.”
Savannah pouts. “Why?”
I close my eyes and exhale. “Because I don’t trust myself.”
“You want me that badly?”
My eyes snap open to find her grinning at me like she just won first place in the science fair. She should. In all the years I’ve suffered from migraines, not once have I woken up feeling refreshed and ready for the day, let alone ready to fuck.
These feelings have everything to do with the goddess in my bed.
“You know I fucking do. My cock has been hard for you since the moment I woke up with you in my arms.”
“You’re awfully cute, you know.” She scrapes her nails across my stomach, making the muscles below clench.
“Cute?” I arch a brow at her. “Puppies are cute.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs. The tinkling sound flows over me like a blanket of Pop Rocks, sparkling and sweet. “Dangerously sexy, then?”
“Better.”
“Such a procrastinator.” Savannah slides down my body, rests her ass on my thighs, and grips the sides of my boxer briefs. Her fingers graze my skin, sending shockwaves of electricity and blood to my cock. “Now be a good boy and lift.”
Fuck.
My cock weeps as I do as I’m told. I squeeze my eyes tight and lift, giving up control to the gorgeous woman straddling me. She tugs my boxers down to my thighs, and my cock springs free with a slap before standing at attention. I don’t dare open my eyes, too afraid of coming like a horny teenager.
“Can I touch it?”
“Porca miseria, gattina. Sarai la fine di me e del mio cazzo,” I grind out in Italian. Fucking hell, kitten. You are going to be the death of me and my cock.
“What was that?”
“I said you can touch me anywhere.”
I hiss as one of her warm hands wraps around the base of my cock to steady it, while the other slides up my shaft. Her fingers stroke the sensitive skin around the two steel ball bearings protruding vertically through the broad head of my dick.
“When did you get this?” Her voice cuts through the ironclad concentration I need to not come in her soft hands.
Like a masochist, I open my eyes to watch as Savannah explores my body. “When I signed my first professional contract with the Saints.”
“So then Charlotte—”
“Stop. She has no place in our bed, Savannah. You’re the one with my cock in your hands.
It’s just you and me. No one else. I know you have a hundred questions.
I would too if it were me, but just know all of this”—I wave my hand over my body, alluding to my tats and piercing—“didn’t happen until after college. I am not the same man.”
“Okay.” The orange flecks in her irises sparkle as we lock gazes.
She enjoyed hearing that. Knowing there is a piece of me that’s only hers.
I’d give her all of me if she’d let me. Someday.
“May I ask why the piercing?”
Even though I would rather keep this to myself, I promised Savannah full transparency. “You’re going to run away screaming when I tell you. And I just got you to sleep in my bed.”
Savannah smiles. “Please, I promise I won’t run away.”
“Are we done with the show portion of this conversation?”
“Sure.”
In a quick move, I grab her around the waist and flip her onto her back. With my dick still out and my boxers wrapped around my thighs, I roll on top of her and grip her hands in one of mine, raising them over her head in a firm hold.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks.
“Preventing you from running away when I tell you.”
“I said I wouldn’t run away.”
“Gattina.” I glare at her. No way in hell do I believe her. I feel like she’s still trying to come up with reasons to walk. Don’t think I can let her do that. Not now.
“Okay, fine. I might,” she admits. “But I’ll try not to. Now tell me why you got your cock pierced.”
My dick jerks in response to her talking about the big fella. “Don’t say cock.”
She lifts her head and whispers “cock” before kissing me and lying back down on the bed.
“Such a brat.”
Savannah grins. “You like it. Now keep going.”
I really do fucking like it. Like her. Which is why I tell her, “I’ve never told anyone this before, but I got my dick pierced because I wanted to concentrate solely on baseball my rookie year in the league.
I knew I would over-indulge in the women who threw themselves at me at hotels and clubs.
That shit leads to getting in unpleasant situations with women who are more interested in being a WAG than anything else. ”
I search her eyes as she quietly mulls over the information I just relayed. She shocks me by asking, “How long did it take to heal?”
“The entire season.”
“Wow.”
“Don’t sound too surprised. I actually know how to keep it in my pants,” I joke, using her earlier insult of my sexual history.
“Har-har. But I’ve seen photos, Nicolas. I’m not an idiot. I know you’ve slept with your fair share of women since then.”
“Jealous?” I tease.
She rolls her eyes at me as if I’m an idiot. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands.”
I grunt. “It’s not the same.”
“And why is that?”
“I don’t kiss the women I fuck, Savannah.”
She cocks her head to the side, curiosity clouding her eyes. “Why not?”
“Because that shit leads to feelings. And I don’t do feelings.”
She gnaws her lip in thought. “But you kissed me?”