Tight Spaces #3
It took more concentration to force my words out then I ever would have admitted. Especially with how cocky he looked when I squirmed, grinding my hips against his hard cock. “If that’s all you’re going to give me, I suppose it will have to do.”
Nico didn’t seem to appreciate my comment and took it out on my tits, biting one as he rolled my other nipple between his thumb and middle finger. “Impatient fucking brat,” he amended.
“What are you going to do about it?” I pushed, sliding a hand in between us to give his cock a rough stroke. We made eye contact and I smirked, daring him to do something about it.
My challenge paid off. Nico spun me so quickly I almost tripped over my tights around my knees.
As my face was shoved up against the elevator wall I had been leaning on, I realized something for the first time: it was mirrored.
Nico smirked over my shoulder before pushing my tights down further and kicking my feet as far apart as I was able without removing the tights completely.
“Something like this?” he asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled them back toward him. I gasped, bracing myself against the mirror.
“Yes!” I cried as he rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness, teasing my entrance. I squirmed, trying to push back against him, to get him inside. “Please!”
His grip on my hips turned almost punishing, keeping me from what I wanted. I would be wearing bruises in the shape of his fingers for days. Something about knowing that made all of this that much hotter.
“I don’t know.” He watched me in the mirror as he shook his head. “I don’t know if you want it badly enough,” Nico taunted.
I let out a squeak of protest, writhing between him and the wall. “Nico, please!”
“That’s it. You beg so pretty.” I tried to look over my shoulder to glare at him.
He wouldn’t even give me that, though, using my hair to snap me back around to face the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered, the volume of his voice dropping as he leaned in.
“Watch yourself as you beg me for it. Do a good enough job and maybe you’ll earn my cock after all.
” Nico punctuated the command by teasing his cock against my entrance once more.
My moan was a pitiful, needy thing. I craved the feel of his hard, throbbing cock inside me.
I needed it. I opened my mouth and the words came pouring out.
“Please, Nico. I want it. I need you. I need to feel you inside me again and I need it now.” I wiggled my ass against him, trying to prove my point.
“You can fuck me however you want as long as you just do it already.” I blinked, looking at myself in the mirror.
My hair was frizzy and far from the sleek waves it had been when I stepped into the elevator.
My eyes were glassy with desire, my cheeks flushed a deep pink.
The beginnings of bruises dotted across my chest. I was a mess.
Nico hummed thoughtfully, slowly running his large hand up my spine. “However I want?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me in the mirror.
I nodded frantically. “Yes. Anything.”
“What if I want to fill up that needy pussy of yours again?” His lips brushed my shoulder blade.
The hand on my back drifted lazily around to my tits, his fingers taking their time dancing along my ribs, making it almost impossible to think.
“What if I want you filled and dripping? If I want you sitting at that dinner table upstairs, your skimpy little panties soaked with my cum as you smile at my brother and make small talk with our oblivious parents?”
I gasped. “Yes.” There was no hesitation, no doubt. Only need. My fingers curled against the mirror, leaving smudges as my desperation grew. “Do it. Please.”
“Since you’re willing to beg for it…” Without any other warning, Nico thrust forward, filling me completely in one fluid movement.
This time I did scream. Even with all of his teasing, I still wasn’t entirely prepared for the stretch to accommodate him. Nico didn’t give me even a moment to adjust before he was moving again.
He fucked me like he had been craving this for as long as I had. Like now that he had me, he was afraid something would take me away from him before he was finished with me. I would carry the memory of his touch, the purple patches his fingers left behind and remember this exact moment.
From the way he continued to play with my nipples, to his mouth against my skin, Nico played my body like his favorite instrument. “Nico, I-” My words were cut off by my sharp gasp and a moan. “I need-”
Words were impossible when Nico dropped his hand from where he was currently teasing my nipple to find my clit. “Need that? Do you need to come, my pretty little slut?”
“Yes!” I cried, my moan filling the small space. My forehead dropped to the mirror in front of me as I arched, trying to get even more of him, even deeper.
Nico chuckled, driving into me even harder. “Then do it. Come for me, pretty girl.”
It was as if his words were the last thing my body required, and I lost all control.
Nico never stopped. He fucked me through my orgasm, dragging it out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
I was just beginning to come back to myself, the aftershocks of my climax still making me tremble and clench around Nico when he pressed his forehead against my shoulder blade. “Last chance to-”
I cut him off. “Do it.” My words were breathless but I forced myself to look up and meet his eyes in the mirror. “I want your cum,” I panted. “Please.”
Just as his words had been my undoing, mine seemed to have a similar effect. Nico groaned, his eyes closing, as he thrust into me one final time before giving into his own pleasure and spilling himself inside me.
We stayed like that for several long moments. Nico held me close, his forehead to my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath. When he finally started to move away, pulling out of me, I whimpered at both the loss and the deep ache he left behind.