8. Nico #3
Her needy moan fills the tiny room as I crush my mouth to hers and lash my tongue inside. She matches my rhythm effortlessly, dropping her weight into my arms to hike one leg around my waist.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say when we break apart to breathe. I peel her tank top strap down and kiss the naked skin there. Her fingers claw into my upper back like she’s holding on for dear life.
“Nico,” she gasps. All the blood rushes to my dick.
I tear her shirt down. She’s not wearing a bra, and her two perfect nipples jut out eagerly for my touch.
“Do you want it rough like last time?” I curl to suck as much of her breast as I can into my mouth. She thrusts her hips against mine, so needy for me.
“Yes, Nico, yes.”
“I didn’t bring a condom,” I say.
“I’m clean,” she gasps out as I graze her nipple with my teeth. “Nico, please, now.”
“I’m clean too.” I spin her around so we’re both facing the bathroom mirror. Her perfect lipstick is smudged all over her mouth—over my mouth too. Her hair sticks out in a wild fray around her face.
Raw hunger bolts through me, almost paralyzing me with its intensity. This is what she wants to hide from me—from herself too.
We lock eyes in the mirror. Her eyelashes flutter shut as I wrap a hand around her hips to rub between her legs before I work off her pants and underwear—the image of a black lace thong across her smooth ass burns into my memory.
I shove two fingers inside her, and she moans and braces herself against the bathroom counter, drenching my palm in a flood of arousal.
She might be fighting this, but her body knows what we both need.
Once I get my pants pulled down and my dick in hand, I fist her hair, rubbing her arousal into the strands. I don’t give a fuck if everyone downstairs knows we had sex. I want them to know.
“Look at us.”
I jerk her head back, and her eyes spring open, her gaze hazy and unfocused. One breast is exposed, and her knuckles are white points as she claws at the bathroom counter for purchase.
“Nico, you’re hurting me,” she whimpers.
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” I ask. It’s taking every ounce of control not to plunge into her, but the satisfaction of her needy, shifting hips is plenty reward on its own. “You wanted to be my little slut.”
She catches my eye in the mirror. Still dressed in a dark suit, I radiate power, while she writhes and moans underneath me, her hair in my fist, her clothes a mess, and her lipstick smudged.
I yank on her hair. “I asked you a question.”
Her eyebrows twitch like she might cry, before she admits, “Yes. I want to be your slut, Nico.” She’s had less to drink than me, but she sounds drunk—she is, really, on this electric connection between us that she so desperately wants to deny.
“That’s a good slut.” I feed myself into her, into the perfection that is her tight, wet warmth. “I’ll give you what you need.”
She gasps as I drive into her, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. “Nico.”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes fly open.
I snap my hips against hers.
“Yes, Nico, right there.”
The counter lets me drive into her without remorse—and with her blissful smile and half-lidded eyes, I know she likes it as much as I do.
“Are you my pretty little slut?”
She bites her lip and moans out a “yes”.
“Do you know what sluts are good for?”
“For getting fucked.”
I almost burst. I grit my teeth and freeze, forcing myself to regain control, not to lose out on this too quickly. When I look back up at her, she’s smiling a little. I fuck into her with a loud thud and a strangled moan bursts from her mouth.
I cup my hand over her mouth, draping my body over hers. “Shh, pretty girl. We don’t want the rest of the party to know what a dirty little slut you are, do we?”
She shakes her head into my hand.
“Only I need to know. Because I’m the only one who’s going to give you what you want, isn’t that right?”
She nods her head. Her ass shakes with each snap of my hips.
I remember her look of longing downstairs, and I take a gamble.
“You want a baby, Val?”
Her eyes open wide in the mirror, and I can see I guessed correctly. She moans against my hand and gushes around me.
“I’ll give you a baby, pretty girl,” I whisper against her ear. “I’ll give my little slut every last drop. Can you beg for it? Beg for me, pretty girl.”
I drop my hand and pleading spills out of her mouth. “Nico, come in me, please.”
“You need it?”
“I need it, Nico. Please. Give me a baby. Breed me.”
And I don’t give a fuck if it’s just dirty talk or a kink she’s indulging for the moment. When I give one final thrust into her, circling her swollen clit with my fingers until she seizes underneath me, the barrier between fantasy and reality disappears as I imagine how it would take root.
Lightning surges down my spine as I empty load after load into her, convincing myself that I really am giving her a baby, that I’m going to bind her to me so completely that she will never, ever be able to leave.
After we catch our breaths, I face her vulnerable and trusting expression in the mirror.
Something flickers in her eyes, and she drops her gaze. I let go of her hair.
“Fuck, Nico,” she murmurs with me still inside her. “This was a mistake.”
“No. This was perfect.”