36. Savannah
thirty-six
Savannah
Nico grabs my messy bun and watches as I bob on his dick. I swirl my tongue around his piercing and suck it the way he likes.
“Savannah.” Nico groans my name, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he grips the sheets in his fist so tightly his knuckles turn white.
I hum, digging my nails into the tops of his thighs as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.
It’s been days of this. Us. Going at each other with a feral hunger. We can’t seem to keep our hands or our mouths off each other.
It might be because Nico leaves for the airport in a few hours, and we both know we won’t see each other for a week.
Or maybe it’s because of the intense attraction we have for one another.
Either way, when we’re together like this, it feels right.
It feels exciting and liberating. And unbelievable.
We don’t have to use words when our bodies do the talking.
And boy, do we talk.
Nico and I haven’t spent a night apart since we took our relationship to the next level.
When I’m not working or he’s not playing, we spend as much time together as possible.
We talk, laugh, kiss, and of course have a ridiculous amount of sex.
I can’t even tell you how many orgasms I’ve had in the last few days.
“I’m going to come, gattina.”
I pop off his cock, stroking his wet shaft with one fist, and my other cups his balls, rolling them between my fingers. “I want you to come.”
“No. I get to eat first.”
“Not today. Today, I get to go first.” Using my spit as lube like my dirty man, I slide a finger over the smooth, sensitive skin between his balls and asshole.
The muscles in his thighs, pelvis, and glutes spasm at my touch, bringing me a wave of satisfaction.
I have the urge to lick him everywhere to find out what he does next. “Bend your knees.”
“So bossy,” Nico teases as he does what I ask and places his feet on the bed next to my chest. The perfect angle for what I have planned next.
Nico lies on his back, propped up on two pillows and the headboard, watching my hand glide up and down his length with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“You come when I tell you to come,” I say, then return my mouth to his cock and bob in tandem with my fist as my free hand continues to massage his perineum, dipping lower with every pass.
“Damn it, Savannah. What are you doing to me?” he grunts. He drops my bun and grabs hold of the sheets with both hands as his hips jump off the bed.
“Fucking your cock with my mouth.” I lick and suck the bulging veins running up the side of his thick shaft before sliding him back into my mouth.
I’ve never been into giving blow jobs, but with Nico, I am.
His cock is perfect. Thick and long. The jewelry and the perfectly manicured hair, all of him, make my mouth water.
“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, gattina.” The growly tone in his voice encourages me to suck harder and move faster. “So much fucking trouble.”
He has no idea.
I keep hold of his cock in one hand and use the other to slip under his knee and push it back, opening him to me. Returning the favor, I slip his cock from my mouth and kiss down the length of his shaft, his balls, and his perineum to a place I have no doubt no woman has ever touched before.
My tongue darts out, swiping around the perfect ring of his asshole.
“Savannah,” he warns.
I glance up to find his gray eyes watching me, the icy flecks in his irises glowing bright.
Warning me, he growls, “I swear if you lick my ass again, I’ll be fucking yours.”
My core throbs, and my asshole puckers at the thought of him taking me there.
“Promises, promises.” I continue massaging the sensitive ring with my tongue. His muscles contract as I lick and lash at it all while my hand works his shaft with fast hard pumps.
Seconds later, Nico roars, “Fuck.”
His body locks and convulses at the same time as he comes, cum shooting out the tip of his cock.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I return it to his tip, swallowing down the last dregs of his orgasm.
His salty, masculine flavor coats my tongue, and arousal floods my pussy aching for Nico to be buried deep inside me.
Nico grips me under the armpits, drags me from between his legs, and throws me onto my back. He covers me with his body and kisses me. His mouth trails a path down my jaw and neck to my breasts, which Nico sucks into his mouth.
Rough and demanding.
Sparks flow from my nipples to my pussy. The two erogenous zones connected with invisible golden threads.
Nico’s alarm goes off.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He turns off the chimes, rolls onto his back, and drapes his arm over his eyes.
“Are you feeling okay, baseball boy?”
“No,” he grunts.
“No?” I bite back a laugh.
He turns his head and glares at me. “No. I’m not. You just rocked my fucking world with that mouth of yours, and now it’s impossible for me to get hard and fuck you before I leave. You broke my fucking dick, woman.”
I bark a laugh. “I think you mean ‘thank you for the best blowjob and orgasm you’ve ever had’.”
“Smartass. Come here.” Nico slides his arm under my neck and yanks me to his side, kissing my forehead.
“So, you liked that then?” I ask, tracing the lines of the Roman numerals, which represent important dates in his life, on his ribs below the Roman warrior.
Nico tilts my chin up for me to look into his eyes. “Hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Only you, Savannah. Only you.”
My happy little heart warms at his confirmation. He’s going to enjoy knowing my ass is also untouched.
The alarm goes off again. “Guess that means our time is up?”
“For now, gattina.”
“For now.” He gives me another kiss before climbing out of bed, his perfect, ink-free buns on display.
“Nico?”
He looks over his shoulder, giving me his attention.
“Why don’t you have tattoos from the waist down?”
“I squat too much.” He flashes me a pearly-white smile.
I giggle as he shakes his firm ass and swaggers the rest of the way to the bathroom to shower before his flight, shouting over his shoulder for me to join him.
I slide off the bed to follow Nico when my phone rings in the distance. The sound of two devoted sisters singing has me stumbling. Guilt claws at my insides as I freeze halfway to the shower.
Charlotte. I haven’t spoken to her since she sicced Denver on me. The song ends, only to start over.
“Shoot.” I look around the room for my clothes but come up empty, remembering how Nico stripped me out of my clothes in the hallway as soon as I walked through the door after my shift. I scoop Nico’s shirt up off the floor and pull it over my head.
I rush out of the bedroom into the hallway, where my bag lies on the floor. Digging through my things, I grab my phone as the song ends and starts ringing again. I swipe it open and bring it to my ear. “Charlotte?”
“Savannah. What the hell? You weren’t answering. I need you,” Charlotte cries. “It’s Thomas.”
I slip into pediatrician mode instantly, pushing my worry for my nephew aside. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“He won’t stop vomiting, and his poop is slimy and green.”
“Okay, that can be a few things. Does he have a fever?”
“No, but he has hives, and his poor little butt looks all raw and red and bumpy.” Charlotte sounds out of breath and panicky as I listen to her describe Thomas’s symptoms.
“Where’s Jonathan?” I ask about her husband.
“He’s in surgery.”
“Okay, I need you to take a deep breath and then flip to video so I can see Thomas.”
“Like this?” She turns the camera onto Thomas, who is lying on the changing table, buckled in and quietly gnawing on his little fist.
“Perfect.” We check the rash and irritation together, and I see nothing alarming. “It looks and sounds like he’s having an allergic reaction to something. Are you still breastfeeding?”
“Yes.”
I ask Charlotte a few more questions. She looks exhausted and stressed to the max, like any first-time mom would be.
“Okay. Listen. You can take the baby to the emergency room for fluids if you feel like he’s lethargic or losing color.
To me, he looks fine and happy. Just an upset stomach from whatever doesn’t agree with him.
Make a list of everything you’ve eaten in the last 24 to 48 hours and call your pediatrician when the office opens to make an appointment.
” I give her a few more pieces of advice, calming her down.
“So, he’s going to be fine?”
“Totally fine. I promise.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I was freaking out. It was so much puke.”
“Babies do that.” I chuckle as some of Charlotte’s color returns and her body relaxes. It’s nice to know my genius sister is human and still needs me.
“I’m so glad I have a sister who’s an amazing pediatrician and can talk me down from thinking the worst.”
“Tell that to Mom,” I grumble.
Charlotte frowns. “Still haven’t spoken to her?”
“Nope.” I’m still ignoring her texts. I’d much prefer to stay in my happy bubble for the time being.
“It will be fine. You know Mom loves you. She’s just stubborn.” I watch Charlotte lift Thomas from the changing table and snuggle him, peppering his head with kisses.
“You sound like Dad.” I sigh.
I don’t know whether my mother will ever understand me.
“That’s ’cause we are both geniuses.” She smiles at me as my chest fills with love and longing as I watch them.
I need to plan a trip north to see them soon. I shift on Nico’s couch, pulling my knees up to rest the phone on them, as my sister and nephew sway side to side.
Charlotte stares at me through the camera and freezes. “Savvy, where are you?”
I spot the art on the wall behind me and move the camera. “Umm…”
“Are you at a guy’s house?” she shrieks, making Thomas flinch and pout.
“Yes.” My stomach dips. Now is the perfect time to tell her. “I’m seeing someone.”
“When did this happen? Tell me everything.” She squeals, grinning into the camera.
“A while ago, I guess. He’s my neighbor.”