He kissed me, a soft caress of his lips on mine, and then a small scrape of fangs to make me whimper. He pulled away. “On your knees, Sweetness.”
I dropped to the floor, the gentle scrape of the tiles on my knees barely registering as I stared up at him. Standing above me like this, his tattoos almost glowed in the bright lights, and he looked like a pagan god.
He bit his lip, his eyes hooded. “Good girl.”
Fuck. Me.
I eyed the front of his flamingo printed shorts. I wanted them gone, and not just because they made my eyes bleed with their awfulness. I wanted to unwrap my present. I wanted to touch, taste, devour every inch of him.
He peeled off his shirt, showing me his trim, muscled body. His swirling tattoos spread down his body, the blue-green ink vibrant over his chest, down over his abs. I knew the patterns must mean something, and one day I would ask. One day, I would know everything there was to know about Nico. But for now, I’d settle with tracing the swirls that ran down over his hips and below the waistband of his shirt with my tongue.
“Take off my shorts,” he said, his voice with the edge of command that made my skin prickle with heat. I grabbed the waistband of the awful shorts. He stilled my hands. “When I ask you to do something, I want you to reply with ‘yes, Sir’. Can you do that for me?”
You know what, I was going to apologize to all theFifty Shadesfangirls too. This shit was hotter than Hades. “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded, leaning forward to reward me with a kiss. It was hot, filled with tongue that plundered my mouth with desperation. He wasn’t as cool and unaffected as he was pretending. This was seriously turning him on, like the hard outline of his cock didn’t give it away.
When he pulled away, I was gasping, but my hands went back to the edges of his shorts and I dragged them down, underwear and all. I slid them right to his ankles and he stepped out of them, kicking them away with his toes.
He stood in front of me in his naked glory and I swear, I was glad I didn’t need to breathe. He was glorious and wild. His body was lean marble, the swirls looking like veins beneath his pale skin. My eyes traveled down his lean abs, over the deep grooves of his adonis belt, to the cock in front of my face.
“Do you want to taste me, Sweetness?” he asked me softly, but I was already leaning toward him eagerly. I wanted to taste and touch. To make him as weak as he made me.
Again, he stilled my head, an inch away from his cock, wrapping his fingers in my hair. Seriously, Nico had cast iron restraint. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I breathed, loving the way his muscles rippled as my hot breath blew across the precum on his dick.
“Yes what?” he groaned.
“Yes, Sir.”
He loosened his grip, but left his fingers tangled in my hair. I leaned forward and licked from the base of his cock to the tip in one languorous stroke and he moaned. I smiled smugly, then swirled my tongue around the head before sucking him between my lips. I slid him deep, and I might be a vampire but I hadn’t turned pornstar yet, so when he hit my gag reflex, I pulled back. I reached up and wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and went deep again.
He growled something low in a language I didn’t know, and tightened his hand in my hair, but he didn’t control my movements. He let me set the pace, the depth. Maybe it was because he knew I wanted to please him so bad because some twisted part of me wanted him to forgive me. But he thrust gently with my movements, and I moaned around his dick because it was perfect. When I reached up and rolled his balls in my hand, whatever he was saying turned guttural. “Fuck, Raine,” he growled. He pulled away, panting. “I am going to come like a, what do humans call them, a two-pump-chump?” He looked down at me and he shook his head again like he couldn’t believe his eyes. “On your feet, Sweetness.”
I obediently got to my feet, and he bit his lip. “I did not think I could get harder, but looking at you right now, I feel like I will explode.” He traced a finger down my throat and between my breasts. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see all of you.”
I gave him a cocky grin. “Yes, Sir.” I reached behind me, my breasts jutting out as I unclasped my bra. I let it fall to the floor and stood there. Vampire perk #206, literal perk. My boobs were going to stay this wonderfully gravity resistant forever. Nico would look at them with those hungry eyes forever.
The thought made my heart race as I hooked my thumbs under the lace of my panties, and slipped them over my ass and down to my knees. When they pooled around my feet, I stepped toward him. He was fucking me with his eyes, and I loved it.
His fingers curled like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab me, and I wanted to scream, ‘Do it!’ Instead, I stood there with a restraint I didn’t know I possessed.
“Hands on the table,” he murmured in my ear, and let out a breathy sigh. I slammed my hands on the table like the stainless steel top was magnetized. “Now don’t let go. No matter what, Sweetness.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulled my hips back until I was stretched out trying to hold on. Then he spread my feet wide. I could feel my wetness cooling on my thighs. Holy shit.
Then Nico dropped to his knees behind me, his breath cooling the heat between my thighs, and my legs shook. He wrapped his large hands around my thighs, angling me forward more, running his tongue from my clit to my entrance, swirling his tongue there.
“Sweet pagan god of tongue fucking!” I panted, and I heard him huff out a laugh.
“What? No Jesus fucking a frog?” he chuckled.
“Jesus has no place here,” I moaned. “Please, Nico.”
He made good on his new name and tongue fucked the hell out of me. I writhed against his face as he sucked, swirled and stroked until my thighs were shaking and I was screaming out my climax. I wanted to fall to the floor as the pleasure rode my body like I was possessed, my body quaking, but Nico’s hands squeezed my thighs. “Stay still. Do not let go of that table,” he commanded, and I swear I had a mini-orgasm.