39. Nico
thirty-nine
Nico
A light sheen of sweat covers the back of my neck, and my heart pounds in my ears as the elevator ascends to the penthouse.
At any other time, I’d be thrilled at being home after a week away.
Today is not like any other day. I’m nervous as fuck about what I might find when I arrive on my floor. Or what I might not find.
Savannah.
I miss Savannah like a phantom limb. It killed me to give her space the entire week I was gone.
I listened to the guys, and only sent her takeout meals and the reminder not to start any fires in my absence.
I asked Roberto to deliver the meals every night, and he seems to think Savannah has softened towards me.
But I’ve yet to get that confirmation for myself.
The elevator dings its arrival, and the ache in my chest grows. Rubbing it with a fist to ease the tightness, I step out into the hallway. Empty. Not even a sliver of light beneath Savannah’s door.
I don’t know what I was expecting; it’s after midnight. She’s probably asleep, resting for an early morning shift at the hospital tomorrow.
Disappointment washes over me as I press my thumb to the lock and enter my apartment. I flick on the entry light as I cross the threshold, dragging my suitcase inside. I close the door and lean my head against the cold metal.
In four, out four. I breathe through the ache in my head and chest.
Four soft knocks rap against my door, and I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind when her angelic voice calls from the other side. “Nico? Are you there?”
I yank open the door so hard it flies into the wall with a bang.
Savannah’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey,” she murmurs.
She’s here.
Face bare and in that cute butterfly robe she wore the night she came over to use my shower. Her silky brown hair is twisted into a haphazard knot on the top of her head as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. My entire body twitches with the urge to close the distance between us.
“Hey.” It’s all I can manage as my heart pummels at my ribs. Her fingers nervously tug at the belt wrapped around her waist. “You okay?”
“Yep, totally fine.” She nods.
Is she as nervous as I am?
“Good,” I grunt.
The silence stretches.
What the hell do I do? I want to wrap my arms around her body, pull her close, and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. But I can’t.
“Are you going to ask me inside or not, baseball boy?” Savannah asks, taking the lead. The amber in her eyes sparkles, and her lips turn up at the corners.
Hope fills me, and I fight a smile as I step aside and wave her in. “Please come in.”
The sweet floral scent of her shampoo fills my nose as she waltzes past me.
Savannah stops at the mouth of my foyer, which leads to my bedroom. She lifts her chin and pulls her shoulders back. “I’m sorry.”
I step forward, bringing us chest to chest. “What are you sorry for?”
“For walking out. For placing the blame on you. I should have come clean to Charlotte a long time ago. I was mad at myself. Not you. Never you.”
Her words are balm to my damaged soul. Savannah might have walked out, but she came back.
Raising a hand, I pinch a loose lock of her soft hair between my fingers and push it behind her ear. “I forgive you.”
“You forgive me?” she asks.
I cup her face in my palm, running my thumb across the apple of her cheek. “Of course. I understand why you didn’t tell your sister.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, baby, I do. My brother-in-law had fun pointing out why he had hidden his relationship with my sister from me. We don’t enjoy hurting the people we love.”
“No, we don’t.” Her eyes glaze over as she places her hands on my chest. “But we also shouldn’t put those people ahead of our own needs.”
“What do you need, Savannah?”
Her hands circle the back of my neck. “You, Nico. I need you. You see me. Just as I am, and you like me all the same.”
Something in me clicks as I slide my hand around her hip and tip her head back with the other. Her lips part as I gaze into her eyes, silently imploring her to see the truth of my feelings. “I need you too, gattina. More than you’ll ever know.”
I don’t know who moves first, but when her lips touch mine, electricity snaps between us. Furious and comforting at the same time.
And I know I’m home.
I deepen the kiss, pouring everything I feel into it as I wrap my tongue around hers. She moans into my mouth as her fingernails scrape the back of my neck, sending all my blood rushing south.
Savannah breaks away, looking dizzy and swollen-lipped. “Wait. I have something for you.”
“Forget it. I already have what I need.” I lean in to kiss her again, but she steps back.
“I think you’ll really like this.” She unties the sash and pushes the plush butterfly robe over her shoulders. It falls to the ground in a pool at her feet. My dick jumps behind my slacks, pushing into my zipper.
Savannah’s wearing a white Evaders’ jersey with the number 82 beneath. My jersey, and only my jersey. She’s all smooth legs as the soft mesh material grazes the tops of her thighs, barely concealing her pussy.
My mouth goes drier than the Sahara as my eyes repeatedly sweep over the length of her body, memorizing every detail. Tattooing the memory of her being mine. She’s by far the sexiest woman I have ever seen wearing my number.
“Turn around.” My voice is low, pure gravel, as I get hold of myself.
She does as I ask. My name is stamped across her back. The bottom of her perfectly plump ass peaks out from under my jersey as she glances over her shoulder and gives me a sultry smile. “Like what you see, baseball boy?”
A primal, possessive part of me roars to life. The beast claws to be free and claim the woman before us. A deep, rumbly growl vibrates my chest.
“Are you telling me you’re mine, Savannah?”
“Do you want me to be yours?” Her voice is all tease, with only a shred of uncertainty in her eyes. She turns back to face me, her slim fingers undoing the button at the top of my jersey. She walks backwards towards the bedroom.
“You are mine, gattina.”
She undoes another button. “If I’m yours, are you mine?”
Matching her movements, I unbutton my dress shirt. But I’m impatient. I slip it off my shoulders and drop it to the floor.
“I already told you. Ti appartengo, gattina. Sempre.” I repeat the words I spoke last time my cock was buried deep inside her pussy.
Savannah takes another step backwards. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means…” I take three long strides and grip her around the waist, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her arms and legs around my torso, and her hot wet pussy presses into my lower abs. My dick hardens, eager to slide home.
“It means?” she asks, nipping my jaw the way I like.
“It means you better learn Italian.” I slap her ass and squeeze.
Savannah moans as her chin tilts to the sky. Her pussy pulses against my abs, and a gush of hot arousal drips out of her, making my mouth water. It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth on her cunt, drenching me in her cum.
I drag my fingers through the crack of her ass to her pussy. She’s so fucking wet and ready. I slip a finger inside her tight heat, feeling her cunt clench my digit like a vise.
“Nico,” she pants as I slide my finger in and out of her.
“Yes, gattina?” I whisper in her ear.
“I need—”
I kiss her neck and push a second finger inside her pussy, halting whatever thought she may have had. “I know what you need.”
My cock weeps in my boxers as I carry her into the bedroom and head straight for the bed. I lay her down in the middle of the king mattress. My jersey still holds on by a button, covering her nipples but giving me the perfect view of her perky tits.
She’s so gorgeous my chest aches. I’m not worthy of such beauty, but you can be damn sure I’m going to try to earn it every single day she lets me.
My fingers continue to fuck her sweet cunt as I strip out of my slacks and boxers.
The sound of her wet pussy fills the air like music to my ears. I revel in the sound of her sex before covering her body with mine, my hands never halting their sensual assault.
I lean down and kiss her, sliding my tongue in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that my hand works her pussy.
Her back arches off the bed as her legs tighten around my torso.
I press my thumb against her clit and rub the bundle of nerves, working her to the edge. “First, you come on my fingers.”
Her hands slide to my shoulders, where she buries her nails into my skin. Savannah’s body locks tight as she cries out in ecstasy. Her orgasm washes over her in pulsing waves.
As quickly as I can, I push her knees wide and slide down her body and settle between her legs. Her cunt glistens; the heady scent of her honey makes saliva pool in my mouth.
“Eyes on me, gattina.” Her eyelids snap open and find mine. “Say you’re mine.”
Her amber irises glow with desire as she says, “I’m yours.”
“Fucking right you are.” Our gazes stay locked as I lean down and let a stream of spit fall from my lips. It lands with a hot splash on her clit and drips down her pussy to her asshole. Her lips curve into the perfect O. “Hands in my hair while I fuck your tasty little pussy with my tongue.”
Savannah grips my hair as I bury my face in her cunt. She tastes like my heaven. Sweet and tangy, like the finest nectar. Even the gods above would fall to their knees for a taste. Too bad she’s mine.
Mine.
My cock turns to steel at the thought.
I remove my slick fingers from her pussy and move them to her asshole, massaging the tight ring as I spear my tongue into her sweet cunt. Her hips buck, making me smirk. “Like that, did you?”
“Yes. More. Please,” Savannah keens.
With my other hand, I spread her lips apart, exposing her glistening pussy to me.
I dive in, licking and sucking. I pull her swollen clit between my teeth and lash at the sensitive flesh with my tongue.
My thumb slips into her cunt as I rub her back entrance with my middle finger, adding pressure with each pass.
When her legs shake, I back off her clit and shove her legs wide and back, curving her pelvis up as I twirl my tongue around her sweet little rosebud.
My cock leaks at the memory of her licking my ass as she jerked me off and sucked the cum out the tip like a fucking goddess.
“Yes,” she hisses. Her body locks and I remove my mouth, my fingers still teasing. “Don’t stop. More.”
“No.”
“Please,” she begs, lifting her hips, searching for release.
I slap her clit, and she cries out. “Do not fucking come, Savannah. The next time you come, you do it on my cock while I’m buried balls deep in your pussy and my finger is buried in your ass.”
Savannah tugs my hair, and her eyes blaze with a fire so hot I should be burned to a crisp. “Then get to fucking, baseball boy, because I’m close. And I need to come. Now.”
“Is that a challenge, gattina?”
She watches me as I swipe my tongue through her slit.
She unsnaps the last button on my jersey, and her delicious tits fall free. She fondles them in her delicate hands and then pinches her nipples. “Stop talking and get inside me already. I need you.”
Her plea almost undoes me as I fight back coming on the spot. I press her knee into the mattress and sink my teeth into the spot where her pussy and leg meet, sucking on her flesh until I leave a mark and she whines my name.
“Mine.” I release her legs and sit back on my heels. “On your hands and knees.”
Savannah does as I ask and quickly gets into position. She swings her ass from side to side, watching me from over her shoulder. Seeing my name and number on her back makes me so fucking hard.
Forever altered, the various organs inside my chest rearrange themselves as I trace the stitching on her back with my fingers.
“Nico,” Savannah whimpers.
“Yes?” I look up into her shimmery amber eyes.
“Please fuck me.”
As soon as I saw my name on her back, this became about a lot more than just fucking. It became about making her mine.
“Shh.” I lift my jersey over her delectable ass, admiring its perfect peach shape. “I’m going to do more than fuck your pretty pussy. I’m going to own her.”
Savannah watches me from over her shoulder as I slide my fingers through her soaking-wet slit, gathering her cream on the tips.
“I’m going to ruin her. Make her addicted to my cock. She’ll only weep for me, gattina.” I inch closer and notch my tip at her entrance. Savannah moans at the feel of my piercing and sinks back onto my cock. “Such a greedy pussy.”
Her dripping cunt spreads around me as I slowly breach her entrance and sink into her to the hilt. I freeze. I’m so close to blowing. My balls tighten, and my spine tingles as her pussy clenches around my cock.
“Fuck. You’re too tight, gattina,” I grit out.
“So full. I need you to move.” She swivels her hips, and I slam my eyes shut. Concentrating on not coming.
Fuck.
I’m not going to last. The feel of her pussy wrapped around me like a glove. The overwhelming feelings I have for Savannah. It’s all too much. If I’m going down, she’s going down with me.
I reach around and grip her throat as my cock slides out of her snug heat. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl.”
“Then fuck me like a bad boy,” she pants and pushes her hips back into me, fucking me harder.
My good little doctor is a filthy vixen, and I fucking love it.
“I’ll fuck you like you’re mine.” I gently squeeze her throat as I pound into her, making her cry out. The melodic sound of our sex fills the air. Her pants, the keening moans. Her raspy voice begging for more. It’s a symphony of sex.
“Yes, don’t stop. So close.”
“I got you, gattina.” I move my other hand to her clit and furiously rub the bundle of nerves until her legs shake.
Three quick slaps to the sensitive flesh, punctuated with three hard thrusts, have her body locking up ready to fall over the edge.
As quickly as I can, I release her throat and slide my forearm under her hips.
I lift her ass up into the perfect angle for my piercing to hit her G-spot, and as promised, I coat my pinky in her cum and shove it deep into her ass.
Savannah cries out, her hips bucking wildly as she breaks apart beneath me, taking me with her. My glutes clench, and the fire in my groin ignites. I come with a roar as Savannah’s pussy sucks me in deeper, clamping around me as we ride out our orgasms together.
We collapse onto the bed in a sweaty heap. I roll us onto our sides and tug her body to mine.
I’ll never get enough of this woman. She’s turned me on my head, and I fucking love it.
I fucking love her. Completely.
With every fiber of my being.