Chapter 23: Too Sweet: Chapter 23

THE BITTER SMELL OF COFFEE pulls me out of sleep when the mattress dips behind me. Warm fingers brush the hair off my nape while I lay motionless on my stomach, one knee bent, one arm under the pillow.

Nico kisses the spot where my spine starts, then moves lower, pressing his lips to every vertebra. He stops between my shoulder blades, nosing a line back up to kiss my temple, his warm breath fanning my skin.

“Morning.”

My back arches, and I stretch my arms, then flip onto my back, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What time is it?”

He gets up, grabbing his coffee from the nightstand. Another one is there, waiting for me. Gray tracksuit bottoms hang loosely over his hips, his tattooed chest in my face, reminding me of the desire burning in his eyes last night. Black hair falling carelessly to his forehead, and muscles on his arms shifting beautifully with every move he made.

That’s a visual that’ll always get me all worked up.

“Ten past six. I’ve been talking myself out of waking you up for an hour.”

I roll over to reach for my coffee, and a low growl fills the room, making me realize that the black fabric of Nico’s t-shirt has rolled up while I slept in it, and my bottom is on display.

“You like what you see?”

He’s back by the bed, and the mattress dips again under his elbows resting on both sides of my knees, his hands on my hips. I squirm when his warm lips touch the back of my thighs, drawing a vertical line until he nips my butt.

“You’ve no idea how sexy you are.”

I take a few small sips of the steaming vanilla coffee, setting the cup back on the nightstand as Nico climbs further up the bed. The moment I release the handle, he flips me onto my back, pushing the hem of his t-shirt over my breasts before palming them gently and kissing between them.

I wrap my arms and legs around him to gain leverage, and three moves later, he’s on his back while I straddle him, feeling his erection press against my pussy.

He’s big and heavy. I know he helped me a little, rolling onto his back, but I still grin down at him, grinding into him.

“Someone’s excited this morning.”

“He’s always excited when you’re around,” he admits, tugging my hands until I lay flat on his chest.

I jerk back when he tries to kiss me and wince as I get to my feet. “I need to wash up. No kissing till I brush my teeth.”

“You’re sore,” he clips, rising on his elbows. “How bad?”

“I’m fine. You made sure it didn’t hurt last night, but you couldn’t expect me not to feel anything down there this morning. It’ll pass. It’s not that bad.” I stand by the sink, furiously brushing my teeth, my feet cold on the tiles.

Nico grabs me as soon as I’m done and within his reach. “I want to see.”

“You’re going to examine me?” I ask when he pushes my tee up, then spreads my legs.

“I want back in, baby, so yeah, I’ll examine my sore pussy.”

All air ejects from my lungs when he kisses the tender flesh. I relax, focusing on how amazing the delicate licks of his tongue feel. “Your minty breath helps.”

He looks up, a focused expression on his rested face. “Don’t leave the room.” He kisses my stomach before getting out of bed. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

“Where are you going?”

“Twenty minutes, Mia. Don’t move.”

I sit up as he rushes out of the room, his heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs. The door at the bottom closes with a bang, and I fall back onto the pillow, squeezing my thighs together, aching for his touch.

Never did I expect sex to feel this good.

Orgasms are great, but I’ve never given myself one as intense as those from Nico’s hands and lips. I want more. I want him to watch me the way he did last night. Like nothing matters more than us moving together.

The door downstairs opens again not even fifteen minutes later. Nico’s rushed footsteps echo up the stairs before he comes in with a small, brown paper bag.

“Where were you?”

“Pharmacy,” he says, moving to the foot of the bed. He pulls a blue tube out of the bag, then squeezes a pea-sized amount of clear gel onto his index finger.

“What’s that?”

He rubs the gel over my pussy, eyes not veering from mine. “Cooling lubricant. How’s that? Better?”

“Yes,” I mutter, enjoying the tingling sensation. “So… oh,” I moan when Nico pushes two fingers inside me.

“I’ve got you, Mia,” he says, voice thick with emotions. “I’ll always make you feel good.” He dips his head, licking me slowly.

“Is it edible?”

“Shush, baby, focus.”

I do. My eyes close, and I drown out everything other than the feelings he evokes, the pleasure coursing through me, and the orgasm that’s oh so close when he skillfully strokes my G spot.

I fist thick tangles of his hair, letting my body do what it wants before my brain can intervene. My hips meet his strokes, almost riding his face.

My moans fill the room until the desire peaks, exploding like a firework. Everything tightens and releases, spasming every muscle inside me as I tremble, submitting to the bone-melting pleasure.

Nico’s on his knees when my thighs release his head. He squeezes more lubricant onto his hand and then palms his cock, spreading the gel in long strokes.

“My turn,” I say, hauling myself up. “I want to be on top.”

His eyes skim over me, darkening when he rests his back against the headboard, pulling me closer until my knees dig into the bed on both sides of his hips.

He holds the base of his shaft, guiding himself, helping me sink down, taking him in with a quiet hiss.

“Does it hurt?” he asks when I still.

“No, I’m just so full… I’m okay.”

“You make me crazy.” He grips my hips, caressing my skin with his thumbs. “Fucking crazy. You frown, and I’m tense.” He slides me back, aiding my moves, then drags me forward, burying himself to the hilt. “You might be on top, but I’m in control, Mia. My girl does as she’s told. Can you handle that?”

I nod, a genuine thrill sweeping me from head to toe. Giving up control is easy when that’s all I ever craved.

“Good girl. Hands behind your back.”

I don’t hesitate, lacing my fingers behind me as Nico lifts my hips, impaling me over again. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do as his eyes flare, roving my body. Our hastened breathing mixes with my moans, our moves gain pace, the promise of another release humming up the backs of my thighs.

“Easy, baby,” he says, pressing me down hard, and sliding me back and forth instead of up and down. “Don’t rush. You need to get used to me first.”

He curves one hand around my back, forcing me closer, then wraps my braid around his wrist, tugging hard enough to tilt my head back. I brace against his shoulders, feeling the heat of his open-mouth kisses on my neck, and a low growl builds in his chest, throwing me back into that hastened rhythm.

“Hands. Behind. Your. Back,” he emphasizes each word.

I press myself against him, wanting to crawl under his skin, only half aware he’s talking. I’m delirious, so close to the edge, grinding against him, taking care of my needs first.

Nico stops me in place. “That’s not how sex will work for us. You do as I say, understood?” He sucks my bottom lip before lifting me off him. “On your hands and knees.”

He huffs when I hesitate and spins me around, maneuvering me until I’m where he wants: on all fours, hips in the air.

The room’s suddenly perfectly silent.

He’s not touching me.

I can’t see him, and an awkward feeling fills my chest.

I’m exposed. Naked in a compromising position. My heart rams harder as irrational thoughts take over my mind.

Why isn’t he touching me? Why isn’t he moving? Why is he so silent? It’s only been three seconds, but something is wrong.

“Grab the edge of the bed,” Nico instructs, putting pressure between my shoulder blades like he wants to push me down.

I outstretch my hands until I grip the edge, my boobs flat on the sheets, hips in the air. I swallow hard, taking a deep, calming breath. We’re okay. He was just looking at me…

The touch of his hands and the warmth radiating from him as he leans over help me relax further.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Um, yes. Red.”

“Use it if I’m pushing your limits too fast.” He jerks his hips forward, filling me in one urgent stroke. All my unease disappears instantly. “Because I will push, Mia…” he says, and a powerful slap lands on my ass.

The sound of his hand connecting with my flesh makes the muscles in my abdomen contract. I’m wet, my body reacting to the slap with a pleasant shiver.

“I’ll push until nothing we do in bed makes you blush.” He slaps me again. “Until you learn to demand what you want and give me what I want.” He grips my wrists in one hand, the pace of his thrusts gaining speed.

A loaded moan leaves my lips when he hits the perfect spot deep inside. I drown in the moment, hungry for everything he can give me.

“Straighten your legs and cross your ankles,” he orders, desire coating his voice.

I do as I’m told, enjoying the weight of his body over mine.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Chase it, Mia.”

I can’t think when my body shudders with every thrust. I lift my head, resting it against his shoulder, eyes closed, and I squeeze his fingers till mine turn numb.

The tempo of his hips rocking into me turns unforgiving, scooting me further up the bed. Every gasp filling the air seems to double his efforts. My orgasm builds, the sensation so close I feel I can reach out and grab it.

“That’s it,” he says, pressing his forehead to the back of my head. “You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking good. Come for me. Don’t hold it. Let it happen.”

And I do. I let go. The pleasure stacks up, up, up, and then… it topples over, the orgasm so sharply intense it’s almost a pain. A delirious, delicious pain.

Nico grunts, the sound low, loaded, and so hot it’s enough to prolong the orgasm lashing through me like a hot silk whip. He slams into me again and again before he stills, gently biting my neck as his cock swells inside me.

We’re panting, our bodies slick from sweat. Even though I woke up less than an hour ago, I’m spent; sleepy.

“I think I know why Aisha’s addicted to sex,” I say when Nico lies beside me, fingers brushing the line of my spine.

“Tell me why you were uncomfortable on your hands and knees.” There’s no annoyance in his voice, but my cheeks heat on their own accord.

“Um… I don’t know.”

“I want you to feel good about your body, Mia. You said you’re comfortable with me, but you tensed.”

I press my lips together, fighting the urge to hide under the pillow so he can’t see me blush. “You were quiet, you weren’t touching me, and I couldn’t see you…”

“I was taking in the view. You’re beautiful from every angle.” He flips me onto my back, spreading his fingers on my stomach. “Does it bother you that I tell you what to do?”

“No, of course not. That’s a turn-on. I like that you’re in control. I just…” I swallow hard, aware of how silly this sounds. “I need to see you or feel your hands on me, so I know we’re okay, so I know you enjoy me, us, and sex.”

“I enjoy us, Mia. I enjoy you and…” He kisses my nose, “…sex is off the charts. Talk to me, okay? We won’t learn what we like if we don’t talk. Always tell me if I’m doing something wrong or you don’t enjoy any part of sex. And if you want to stroke my ego, tell me when I’m doing things right, too.”

He gets up only to come back half a minute later in a pair of boxer shorts, washcloth in hand. He spreads my legs, pressing the warm, damp cloth to my pussy.

“It works both ways, Nico. Whatever you want, you have to tell me. I’m new to this.”

“I know. You’re doing great, baby.” He wipes between my legs, raising on his elbow to look me over. Two tendons on his tattooed neck pulse in the rhythm of his jaw working in tight circles. “My girl is adventurous,” he says, dipping his head to kiss my collarbone. “Confident…” His hot breath warms my skin before he takes my nipple between his teeth, and my breathing hitches all over again. “Demanding… courageous…” He kisses a vertical line up the column of my throat. “Willing…” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine.

I’m not breathing. My blood boils with lust, but every word pierces me like a bullet. I’m nothing like his girl. Not a single quality he listed resides in my character. My throat constricts so hard I’m afraid I’ll choke on disappointment, but I push it aside, pulling him down for a kiss.

I can be all those things… I think.

I hope.

He’s only been mine for a day, but I never want to lose him.

“I want back in, baby,” he says with a small smile, pulling away. “Told you I won’t want to leave once I was in.”

“I don’t want you to leave, but I should get ready for college. I’m sure you need to be in the office soon.”

“Two things, one: don’t mention college unless you absolutely have to, baby. I hate that you’re so young. And two: fuck work. We’ll stay here and have sex all day.”

Another low blow to my stomach. I knew the age difference was an issue, but I didn’t expect I’d have to hide a whole part of my life.

“I can’t do anything about my age,” I say, toying with my bracelets. “As tempting as a day in bed sounds, the—” I bite my tongue before I tell him the finals are approaching. “I need to get ready.”

“Fine. Stop by your house later. Pack more clothes and grab that book we’ve been reading.”

When he stayed over on Saturday, I was so excited about having him in my bed I couldn’t fall asleep, so he tucked me in and quietly read Alice in Wonderland.

“You enjoyed it? I thought you were just helping me fall asleep.”

“It’s not a book I’d choose, but it wasn’t boring.” He gets up, throwing a pair of sweatpants on. “Come on. Get moving. Let’s get this day over and done with, so I can have you naked again.”