Page 39 of Stuck with Me

Yet the way he peers up at me through damp eyes like he’s not even seeing me but looking through me, tugs at my cold and broken heart. It’s not clear if my next move is because we already shared one of the most intimate things any two people can do, eating cinnamon rolls together, or if the whiskey is getting to my head. I set both glasses on the nightstand and lower myself onto my knees in front of him. Taking his face in my hands, I pull him to look at me, to make eye contact with me.

“Nico, look at me,” I say in a quiet but firm voice.

But he continues to peer through me. His chest rises and falls rapidly, like he’s only taking in half a breath each time.

“Nico,” I say his name louder.

Tiny, rumbling gasps come out of him. His eyes flit over mine for a few long moments until they finally focus.

“There ya go,” I coax, brushing my thumbs across his stubbled cheeks. “Now, breathe.”

Except heisbreathing. But it’s too fast. Too irregular.

“C’mon, cowboy, I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath for me and then hold it for a few seconds.”

I rise on my knees and press my forehead against his, trying to ground him somehow and I try to match my breathing with his. He sucks in a breath and holds it for a few seconds then releases it. His scent is intoxicating.

“Good. Now another.”

He takes another breath, this time he holds it longer. I do the same, mimicking him. We do this another two to three times before he reaches a hand around to my back. It’s gentle, but firm. Just enough where I can feel it’s there.

There’s this urge to comfort him further. But at the same time, distract him from what I assume is a panic attack. I don’t know where my head is at. Maybe I’ll blame the whiskey later. But for now, my hand inside the homemade splint stays on his face while the other slides down the front of his chest. I take a moment to appreciate the firm muscle beneath my fingertips. Though I’m feeling a little anxious myself. Call it selfish, call it a need to comfort, call it whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

I skim my hand across his abs until I reach the waistband of his pants. I waste zero time and shove my hand inside until it makes contact with his dick. No surprise, this little physical contact has already got him so hard and I’m buzzing with desire once again.What the hell has gotten into me? Getting a good hold of his cock, I give it a firm stroke and he exhales against my lips. My eyes fly open. Almost as if I’ve forgotten whose dick I’m even fondling.

We stare into one another’s eyes. His are a deep brown and still glossy. But it’s eerie how they match the pain I feel. They hold the same grief. We may not have anything else in common, but that is the one thing we do.

Nico swallows and then licks his lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I whisper.

Again, I don’t know what has gotten into me. We swore we were only going to fuck once. But this is different. This feels like something I can do for him. Something Ineedto do for him.

Without overthinking it, I tug his cock all the way free from his pants and lower my mouth to it. I give the tip of it a gentle kiss. As if by doing this, I’ll somehow calm Nico in the process. Somehow bring him down from the panic attack.

The pressure of his hand increases, telling me he’s regained some of his control. He moves his palm up to my neck and squeezes slightly. My heart rate accelerates and I drop another kiss to the tip of his cock before I drag my tongue up the length of him.

He groans and scrapes his fingertips against the back of my head. “You trying to comfort me?” his voice growls out, the heat of it brushing against my skin.

I sit back on my knees and gaze up at him, but don’t release his cock from my grip. I stroke my thumb across the base of it and revel in the way he reacts to my touch.

His eyes roll back, and he shivers when my thumb teases his balls.

“I’m just trying to alleviate those anxious thoughts of yours so we can get back to arguing,” I taunt him.

“Oh, you want to wrangle with me, Kit-Kat? Because I can give you some sass while you suck me off?”

This man’s filthy mouth.

Heat burns in my chest. And now I feel like the anxious one. Like I can’t wait to take him into my mouth. To make him writhe and come at my will.

“Please,” I purr, stroking his hard dick in my hand.

His eyes darken. “Okay, but jus’ remember, you asked for it.”

Anticipation hums between my thighs.

Nico’s hand tightens on my neck. “We’re gonna give that cheeky mouth of yours a break from all that shit-talking. Now wrap those darlin’ lips around my cock.”

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