Tight Spaces #2
Our kisses were just as frantic, a clash of teeth and tongues.
If I had been complaining about the cold minutes before, I couldn’t remember why.
The air in the elevator was hot and thick.
My skin burned everywhere he was able to touch and my cheeks were so flushed there was no hiding how I felt about him. Or what I wanted.
At some point, both of our coats joined my purse on the floor as being closer became more important. I had never before loved and hated an article of clothing more than the black shirt Nico wore that stretched across his chest and shoulders. It clung to him the way I wanted to.
Just when I thought I might lose my mind if I didn’t get more, Nico shoved my skirt up to my hips, giving himself better access.
Only for his hand between my thighs to be thwarted by my tights.
Nico let out a frustrated growl against my lips.
Pulling away only as far as necessary to speak, he asked, “How much do you care about-”
“Get rid of them,” I demanded breathlessly, arching just enough to press my hips into him and away from the wall.
I had expected him to pull them down, but apparently, Nico had even less patience right now than I did, and the thin material tore as he yanked them toward my knees.
There was the briefest pause as the sound of ripping fabric mingled with our heavy breathing.
It was over just as quickly and his lips were back on my neck, the graze of his teeth making me shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the weather. His fingers pushed my panties aside and he groaned when they found me already wet and wanting underneath.
“You’re not cruel enough to make me beg, are you?
” I asked with a whimper when he didn’t immediately give me what we both knew I wanted.
Squirming, I tried to move against his fingers.
Whether it was to get them inside me or friction against my clit, I didn’t know.
I didn’t care. I just needed something. Despite what I said, I would have begged without a thought and I was afraid he knew it.
As if by some small mercy Nico didn’t push me that far.
Instead, his teeth bit down on my neck at the same time he plunged two fingers into me.
I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders beneath his shirt.
I wasn’t even aware of my eyes closing as the waves of pleasure became the only thing that mattered.
“Fuck,” Nico murmured, trailing kisses everywhere he could reach skin.
“You feel even better than I remember.” He worked his fingers in and out of me as I whimpered again, feeling the way I clenched around him.
It had hardly been minutes but if he kept going just like this, I wasn’t going to last much longer.
There was no denying what he did to me when the wet sounds of skin connecting filled the elevator between my moans.
The fear that had been closing in so rapidly felt like a fading memory, less suffocating, as I rocked against his hand, my climax building.
Now I felt like screaming for entirely different reasons.
“Nico, please,” I whined, rolling my hips. Stretching up, I tried to kiss him again, but he nipped my bottom lip before I had a chance.
He shook his head, moving just out of reach as he slowed the movement of his fingers making me cry out in protest, my eyes going wide. “Still so needy and impatient, aren’t you?” Nico asked, clicking his tongue while looking down at me.
I tried to argue. I wanted to argue. But then he shifted his hand until his palm pressed against my clit and what came out instead was, “I need you.”
Nico’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk and I wasn’t sure if I was terrified or so turned on that I was ready to shred his jeans the same way he had my tights in order to get what I wanted.
“You need me, do you?” The way he cocked an eyebrow had another wave of heat surging through me and all I could do was nod.
“Then prove it.” He pulled his fingers from my pussy and I immediately missed the feel of him, but he used his hold on me to ease me to my knees. Nico may have kept me from hitting the ground with much force, but there was no question or room for argument in the way he maneuvered me.
As soon as I was on my knees, I reached for the button of his jeans. My fingers shook with anticipation, my mouth practically watering at the thought of having his cock again. Nico chuckled when it took me two tries to unfasten the button. “Having some problems?” he taunted.
“Bite me,” I shot back but there was no heat to my words. Not when I could still remember the way it felt to have him truly bite me like he meant it, when he had access to more than small slivers of my skin. When part of me was hoping he would bite me again.
He seemed to know exactly where my thoughts had gone. His fingers slid into my hair before grasping firmly at the base of my skull and tilting my head back to look at him. “Only if you’re a very, very good girl. Now, isn’t there something you should be doing? Something you should be proving?”
Nodding, I was able to make quick work of freeing his cock this time.
There was something to be said about proper motivation.
My eyes widened slightly now that I had him here in front of my face once more.
When I glanced up at Nico, he was watching me intently.
I couldn’t quite place the look on his face…
A mix of anticipation and possessiveness, perhaps?
Our eyes met and I squirmed, pressing my thighs together, longing to have him there once more.
Taking out some of my own frustration at the abrupt lack of stimulation, I took my time sliding Nico’s hard cock into my mouth, relishing the feel of him against my tongue.
Nico let out a low groan and leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm against the wall over my head.
His other hand dropped, brushing my cheek.
I was effectively trapped between Nico’s body and the wall at my back.
I slowly moved back off his cock, waiting for the claustrophobia to creep back in, for the sense of panic to choke me.
But it didn’t come.
The only thing that threatened to choke me was Nico’s cock when he shifted his hips, urging me on.
With the panic still at bay, there was only one other thing that I needed.
It was effortless to lose myself in the moment, in working to pull those small moans and groans from him.
I reveled in the way the muscles in his thighs quivered under my fingers when I drug my tongue along the underside of his cock.
Using his reactions to guide me, it was all too easy to tease him.
Alternating suction, taking him all the way into my throat, and spending extra time teasing his head with my tongue.
Nico’s hand had long since twisted in my hair.
I wasn’t sure which I liked more: when his grip tightened almost unconsciously or when his fingers moved through my hair almost affectionately.
I glanced up, making eye contact for the first time in several minutes.
Nico’s gaze was hazy with lust and something about that made me brave.
Raising my eyebrows, I relaxed my jaw, shifting back on my knees just slightly.
I could see in his eyes the moment my intention clicked.
Pulling my hair sharply to angle my head just how he wanted, Nico thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock down my throat in its entirety.
My moans were as involuntary as the way my nails dug half moons into his thighs. There was something unspeakably hot about the way he proceeded to fuck my mouth after all of my teasing. I kept my eyes trained up on his face as I struggled not to gag even as he seemed determined to choke me.
It wasn’t until there were tears in my eyes that Nico finally swore and pulled out of my mouth completely.
I was still gasping as he pulled me to my feet.
When I stumbled, he held me steady until I regained my balance.
Being this close to his mouth again made a silly thing like catching my breath seem utterly unnecessary.
Especially when we could turn kisses into a battle of wills.
Even with the loss of power and the snowstorm raging outside, Nico’s skin was hot when I slid my hands under his shirt. I cried out, the sound swallowed by his kisses, when he bit down on my bottom lip in retaliation for the deep scratches I left running down his back.
“You’re such a fucking brat.” Nico yanked at my neckline and for the first time all day, I was grateful for the low-cut blouse I had worn to work as opposed to a more weather-appropriate sweater. Nico made an almost pained noise when he saw the dark blue lace bra I wore under it.
“Like what you see?” I asked, my back bowing to press my tits closer.
Nico growled. “Fuck this.”
The next thing I knew, Nico was pulling my shirt up and over my head. I shivered as the cool air hit my overheated skin, but I didn’t have the time to protest before he was pulling the lace down and out of his way and his teeth were scraping against the swell of my left breast.
“Nico,” I begged, my eyes closing as he worked his way down to my nipple.
I could feel his lips curl into a smile as he sucked it into his mouth.
My whimpers melted into moans, my head tipping back to meet the wall behind me.
For the first time since he touched me today, I wasn’t ready to demand he hurry up and fuck me already.
In fact, I was fairly certain I’d die right then and there if he stopped now.
“Payback is fair game,” Nico mumbled as he trailed kisses and nibbles, working his way to the right.
Forcing my eyes open, I gave a breathless chuckle. “Keep making me feel like this, and you can have all the so-called payback that your heart desires.”
“Oh? Is this all you want, then?” he asked, biting down sharply. My cry filled the small space and this time I didn’t feel bad when my nails dug into him.