Page 58 of Stuck with Me

Nico lowers his head so his lips are hovering above mine. He breathes hard. His eyes take me in, and I squirm beneath him. I’m desperate for him to kiss me. I’m desperate for him to touch me. But he makes me wait. He makes me shudder with expectation.

Taking the compass in between his fingers, he sets it on my lips. Without thinking, I kiss it. I’m so aroused I can’t help it. I’m aching with any kind of contact, I don’t even care what it is. He reacts by smiling and exhaling a low, rumbly breath. Then he drags it down my neck and between my breasts.

The compass takes a detour and traces each breast, taking it’s time to drag across each nipple. In combination with the cool metal, Nico leans in closer and blows my nipple and it pebbles in response. My head goes dizzy. I moan, my eyes fluttering shut, but only momentarily. I don’t want to miss a single thing this man is doing.

The glow from the flickering candles dances across the ceiling. Between the chill in the air, is Nico’s hot breath raining down on my body. And I can’t seem to get enough. My body writhes in reaction to everything.

When he guides the compass across my stomach, I tense. He teases me by rolling it further, toward my center, then guiding it back up again.What a little shit.If we weren’t in this agreement to not touch each other, I’d smack him.

He chuckles.

“You’re an ass,” I mutter.

“Yeah, but you know you’re lovin’ it,” the twang in his voice huffs out.

I can’t lie. I am.

Finally, he glides the compass across my clit, and I shiver. As he rolls it up and down so agonizingly slow, my body aches and I thrust my hips against it. Like it’s the best thing to ever touch me. And maybe it is. I’ve never felt this much intensity before. And I don’t want him to stop.

“That’s it, squirm for me, Kit-Kat.”

His breath is hot on my neck, on my breasts.

When he pushes himself up to his knees, worriment wracks my body.Is he stopping?Fuck. He can’t. I need him to finish me off.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, breathless.

He exhales a light laugh. “I need to see what I’m doing to you.”

“I think you already know what you’re doing to me,” I quip.

The satisfied smile that stretches across his face irritates me but also somehow makes me more aroused. He returns the compass to my clit, rolling and circling and I arch my back, releasing a little whimper. This is crazy. But it’s so hot.

“You’re shimmering for me,” he husks. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

When he dips the compass into my pussy, I gasp. He tugs it back out slowly and I exhale a shaky breath. He does it again, this time with more force and it clicks something feral inside of me. A ripple of pleasure vibrates at my center and spirals around me. I buck against each plunge of the compass, giving into the intensity of the wildness and ecstasy.

“That’s it, fuck it like you wish it was me. Pretend it’s my cock fucking this pretty cunt of yours,” he coaxes with a soothing tone, and it nearly sends me over the edge.

Shivers trickle down my spine as the intensity builds. He rolls the metal over my center and circles it around my clit before sinking it inside me once again. Pleasure wraps around my core and lassos my hips until their thrusting at their own accord. I can’t seem to stop from giving into the satisfaction. My walls tense and pulse around the compass until the ache releases and I fall apart, spinning and breathing erratically and whispering curses into the glowing room.

As my hips relax but my breathing remains erratic, Nico and I lock eyes, and he looks as spent as I feel.

A laugh bubbles out of me. “What that hell was that?”

“That was everything, Kit-Kat.”

CHAPTER14

Nico

The power is still out, and Rosie and I are both trying to conserve the battery on our phones. Between the two of us, we have about one and a half charges on our portable chargers. Rosie suggested we play a game. She said they usually play strip UNO but because of our agreement it would be safer if we stick to the regular version. As much fun as that sounds, she’s probably right.

All I can say is thank God for the wood stove. Despite us not having power, the cabin is cozy inside. Rosie gets the game from a bookshelf in the living room. We sit on the blanket that’s still spread out on the floor in front of the stove and Rosie starts shuffling the cards.

She’s got on a pair of shorts and fuzzy socks, and I can’t help but get distracted by her bare legs. Shit, she catches me looking.

“Can I help you?”

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