by Kristen Echo
“The more you talk the more I want to fuck you.” He took a bite full of her ass cheek and she squealed; not from pain. She was surprised how much she liked it. “Will you turn over for me, so I can get a good look at you, Caroline?”
Her need to ramble and vocalize her thoughts was at war with her need to slow things down. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to slow down since everything was so amazing. He moved off her. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
He pulled her legs up, but didn’t twist her over. She gripped the cover at her sides, not ready to reveal herself to him fully but she was just as exposed. Her legs were spread wide over his shoulders and his hands held her in position. At some point, he must have dropped to his knees because she was still lying on the bed, only her ass was in the air and his beard tickled her inner thighs. He pressed his face against her sex and inhaled.
She was mortified that her ass was in his face like that and she tried to wiggle away, but he wouldn’t let go. “What are you do—”
Then his tongue swiped along her entrance. The moan that followed couldn’t be prevented. Caroline shifted, rubbing her dampness all over him. “You even taste like an angel.” He licked again, only deeper, driving his tongue inside.
There were no more words to be said. Not when his tongue was busy making her insane with lust. She shouldn’t have looked. One glance over her shoulder sent another wave of arousal to the very spot he lavished his attention. His golden waves swayed as he devoured her, crafting the most erotic sight. She’d never been in this position, but it ranked near the top.
Nico held her firmly against his face; his hands preventing any chance of escape. Not that she wanted to. Not when she was shamelessly grinding herself against his soft lips. While she couldn’t break away from his grasp, she felt in control. His thumb or finger rubbed through her juices, then moved to her rosebud-hole and the gentle tease made her entire body quiver. It was too much. When he latched onto her clit, she was done. The harder he sucked the harder she came, yelling his name like a banshee at Halloween. She wasn’t sure if she had ever come so fast in her life.
The pressure lessened. She caught her breath as he slowed his pace. But he didn’t stop. Not until she was near the brink again. “Nico, please… You’re going to make me come again.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing,” he spoke into her folds. The muffled vibration adding to her state of excitement. She was so close already; it was almost embarrassing. He collected more of her moisture and rubbed it against her back entrance. “Angel, I’m only getting started.” Nico inserted the tip of his finger inside her ass as he circled her clit with his tongue.
The combination caused her to grip the sheets until her knuckles whitened. She wasn’t in control; he was the leader. No one had touched her there before and she wasn’t going to tell him to stop. She liked it; a lot. The fast flutter against her center and the exquisite pressure as he moved his finger deeper and deeper pushed her over again. “Oh… Wow!” The orgasm caught her off guard. Caroline buried her face in the covers to stifle her screams. She’d never forget that moment as long as she lived. Nico would forever be ingrained in her psyche as the man who blew her mind.
“The noises you make are the fucking sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. I want to see your face when you come next. At some point, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass. But first, I need to be balls deep in this.” He ran his fingers through her sopping wet folds before removing her legs from his shoulders. “Are you on birth control?”
It took her a moment to recover and process his question. “As much as I liked your finger in there, the only way you’re getting in my bum is if you put a ring on my finger. And yes, I get the shot for birth control. Why?” She found her footing on the carpet but didn’t move.
Running water poured from a tap in the distance as he cleaned up. Her body was too lax to stand. Then she heard the sound of a belt snapping open, followed by a zipper lowering and she froze. They were going to have sex. Her core clenched in anticipation as her mind raced for an excuse or reason to slow down. She came up blank.
“I always use condoms, but I like to know we’re doubly protected.” A soft thud of trousers hitting carpet sounded before the unmistakable rip of a condom packet.
She stood up on unsteady legs. Her back was to him, but she could feel his heat. He was right behind her. “That’s good to know.” She stepped back and collided with over six feet of naked man. Out of her heels, he had several inches on her. His erection pressed against her back. There was nothing small about Nicolas Ivarsson.
He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts. Her nipples puckered against his palms. “Your body is beautiful.”
She turned in his arms, but kept their bodies flush. His face was wet from washing and his eyes looked more light gray than blue, like the calm before the storm. “Hi.”
“Hi.” His lips kicked up in his erotic half smile. With their eyes locked, he kissed her.
Normally, she shut her eyes during a kiss, but it felt more meaningful to keep them open. It was deeper on every level; as if their souls connected. Which couldn’t be the case; she was reading far too much into a kiss. Their lips pressed together, their tongues mingled and their eyes spoke. It was the strangest and most intimate experience of her life. Caroline didn’t know what to make of it and wondered if Nico felt it too.
He moved his hand down her side and squeezed her ass, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her the few steps to the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress together, but never stopped kissing. Her fingers ran through his mane and down his taught back as she rubbed herself over his erection. She’d never wanted someone inside her that strongly. He growled into her mouth as she bathed him in her wetness. “I’m not even inside you yet, and you feel so damn good.”
“I want you.” Making love had never been this hot. It was like the mattress was the sun, scorching her flesh and only his touch could soothe her. She reached between them and gripped his massive cock. Running her hand over his length a few times before she positioned him at her gate.
“Fuck!” He bit her shoulder as he thrust inside.
Her hips lifted to greet him, forcing every thick inch deep inside. “Oh… Oh!” Once he bottomed out, she’d never been so stretched and so full. She ached to move, but his weight pressed her into the mattress. He licked across her chest as he pulled out. When he slammed back in, he sucked the flesh from her shoulder into his mouth. He was leaving his mark, and she didn’t care one bit. She intended to leave one as well. With each of his thrusts she clenched, earning a moan of approval. She dug her heels into his ass and raked her nails down his back.
She had the sudden desire to be the best he’d ever had. To make him come harder than any girl before her. It was stupid, but she didn’t want him to forget her. One night that would stay with them forever.
“You feel fucking amazing.” He pumped faster, chasing his orgasm. The headboard slammed against the wall as if their combined moans wasn’t enough to the wake the entire hotel. The rougher he got the louder she screamed for more.
“I’m going to come.” His fingers moved between them, rubbing against her clit. “Let me see you come,” he said as he applied more pressure.
That was all she needed to leap off the cliff, plunging headfirst into the waves of ecstasy. “I’m there… ohh… Nico!”
He captured her mouth as his brows furrowed and his body stilled. He emptied himself as the ripples of her orgasm milked every drop from him. Their eyes were open as they came and Caroline had the urge to scream, to cry, and laugh all at the same time. She was overwhelmed and all she could do was close her eyes to break the connection. But Nico wouldn’t let her forget. His lips were everywhere; her breasts, her neck, her ear and then her lips. “That was—”
“The best.” She held her breath, hoping he’d agree. It was for her. She’d never come that intensely before.
He rolled off her, lying on h
is side. “Damn right!” He pulled off the condom, tied and tossed it to the side before tucking her into his arms. “I need a few minutes to catch my breath. Then we'll do that again.”
She wasn’t sure what she needed, but a moment to catch her breath was a good option. With her ear against his chest, she listened to the sound of his heartbeat as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 7
More than once Caroline was roused by Nico’s talented fingers and tongue, playing her body like a fine instrument. He made her come with his hands, and then again with his mouth. Each time, she fell asleep within minutes, wrapping herself around him and preventing his escape. It had been one heck of a night, filled with many firsts. She tried to stay awake, but the exertion wore her out.
Waking up on the brink of an orgasm, only to have him fill her to the point of gasping wasn’t unpleasant. She welcomed his touch. Her body responded to his advances as if she was in a state of permanent arousal. He did that to her.
“Your body was made for fucking.” He gripped her hip with one hand as he pushed all the way in. “So wet; so fucking tight and perfect.” Nico’s body molded against her back as he took her from behind.
She opened her eyes wide when he lifted her leg and pushed in a few more inches. “Oh, God!”
The room was brighter as daylight filtered in through the curtains. The double bed seemed smaller as she clutched the edge of the mattress.
His chuckle was every bit as sexy as the night before. “I’m not God, but I might answer your prayers, angel. Tell me what you want.” He didn’t stop moving as he spoke. He pumped in and out as he waited for her to respond. Only words failed her and all she could do was moan.
“Talk to me. Let me hear your sexy voice.” He stilled, when she desperately needed more friction.
She wiggled her hips, which earned her a smack on the side of her ass. The slight sting ignited her need to be taken by this man. She exhaled loudly. “Nico, please,” she begged.
“You like it when I manhandle you; when I take you hard, don’t you?”
She did. She more than liked it, but she wouldn’t admit it.
He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, twisting her face towards him. Their eyes found one another. But he didn’t move, with his cock stuffed inside her, he did nothing more than stare and wait.
“I need you to keep moving.” She found her voice, guessing if she wanted him to make her come she’d have to play by his rules. He started to pull out, and she feared he might end things. “Take me hard, slow, or sideways; anyway, you want. I like it all, Nico. Everything you do is great.”
He licked his hand and brought it back down on her ass as he thrust deep. Caroline shuddered. “That wasn’t so tough, was it? Admit that you like rough and dirty sex.” He pulled out and slammed in again. “I fucking love your voice. Tell me what feels good; describe what I’m doing to you.”
She’d never been much of a talker during sex. Most of the time it was lights off and try to keep quiet. Everything was different with Nico. He demanded she looked at him. There was no place to hide. “I like it rough. The harder the better, please.” He rammed deep. “You’re stretching my… um. It feels so full.”
He brought his hand down again, only this time it was against her sex and she whimpered. He did what he wanted to her body as if he knew what she needed before she did. “Yes, there. Again. The way you smack my clit and do me so hard, I’m seeing stars.”
He slapped her swollen bud over and over as she described how much she liked it. How the pressure, the sting and the stretch were making her come. Only when she screamed his name, he silenced her with his lips. His mouth covered hers as he pounded into her at jackrabbit speed until he found his release. There was something so visceral and pure about what they’d done. It was more than sex, but it wasn’t love. Caroline couldn’t figure out what it was, but she wasn’t ready to walk away from him. If she could walk at all.
He stayed inside her for a long while, softening as he held her. She turned her face and they kissed. If every morning started like that she would never leave her bed. This was something she could get used to, and that thought was sobering. This kiss was the beginning of the end. Their night was over and he’d fulfilled his promise. He hadn’t kicked her out, or left while she slumbered. But she didn’t know where they stood. She pulled away and buried her face in the pillow to hide her emotions.
It was senseless to think about having a lasting and real relationship with a man she barely knew. Guys didn’t date girls they slept with on the first night. Any chance of something meaningful was left in the limo when she agreed to go back to his hotel room. It didn’t matter. She would never regret her decision even if it only lasted one naughty night.
Nico rolled out of bed to dispose of the condom. He bent and picked up the others from the floor and Caroline watched him. She noticed a few large bruises against his tanned skin. They weren’t her marks since she didn’t recall pounding him with her fists. They were days old and angry looking, like he’d been used as a punching bag. “Were you in an accident recently? Your bruises look painful. I hope I didn’t hurt you; I hadn’t noticed them.”
His steps slowed, but he didn’t stop. “You didn’t hurt me, Caroline. Occupational hazard, I guess.” He disappeared around the corner. “I’m grabbing a shower. Feel free to join me.”
This was the first mention of his career and she wondered what he did for a living. She wanted to learn everything about him, but she also didn’t want to pry. They had discussed little of substance yet. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to share personal information, but what they’d done felt personal. A shower would be even more intimate. She’d never showered with her previous boyfriends. That didn’t seem like the thing you did with a one-night stand.
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling as the water ran in the bathroom. Letting him rub soap all over her wouldn’t help them get to know each other. It would only lead to more sex. Not that that was a bad thing. It was great; spectacular even, but it was all so physical. Caroline wanted a deeper connection with him, and that scared her. At any moment he might tell her to get dressed and leave, then she’d never see him again. That prospect didn’t sit right.
The water stopped, and she yanked the covers over her. He’d seen her naked, he’d touched and kissed every inch of her. But lying there in the light of day, she felt too exposed; too on display. Then Nico walked out naked, looking like a wet man-popsicle she couldn’t wait to lick. His cock was semi-hard and waved as he walked closer.
“You didn’t join me.” There was a hint of disappointment in his smooth tone.
“Figured we’d end up getting more dirty than clean.”
He waggled his brows. “That’s fair, but I could have kept my hands to myself.” She raised her brow in challenge and he slicked his hair back away from his face. “Oh, I get it. You can’t control yourself around me. It happens.”
“You’re cocky. Maybe I’m done with you already. Ever think of that.”
He laughed as if her statement was absurd. “Spread your legs for me, angel. I bet one tickle and you’d be wet for me again. I can tell you want me, because I can see your nipples straining through that sheet, begging for my touch.”
Her cheeks heated, and she pulled the sheet away from her skin. He wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t have to be so smug. “Fine. I’m attracted to your muscles and your giant penis, but I’m not sleeping with you again.”
“And why not?” He placed his hands on his hips and she had to look away.
“Because we know nothing about each other. I’m not touching you again until I learn more about you.” She hadn’t planned to put the brakes on but it made sense.
“I’m an open book baby. Let me take you for breakfast and you can ask all the questions you want. Sound good?”
He asked her out. She half expected him to tell her to take a hike even though that was the last thing she wanted. Nico was willing to open up to
her, and her heart swelled. She didn’t want to read too much into his invitation, but her smile missed the message.
“I’d like that, but I can’t go out with you.”
“Why the hell not, are you married… or gay?”
She had to laugh when he threw her previous questions back at her. “No to both. I can’t go to breakfast dressed like this. Everyone will know.”
He laughed at her response. “Know what exactly?” The answer was obvious.
“They’ll guess we hooked up,” she whispered the last part, as if it were a secret, even to him.
“I’m not embarrassed. We’re two consenting adults. We did nothing wrong.”
She straightened her posture. “I regret nothing, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I don’t need to do the walk of shame in front of an entire restaurant.” Plus, there was a good chance several of her father’s players and business associates would be there. “My dress isn’t brunch attire.” Caroline pointed to the sequined mini dress in the corner.
“I love that shiny scrap of fabric. You look fucking hot in it and I’d be happy to show you off.” Nico winked, and her heart skipped a beat. “But if you want to wear something else, I might have a shirt for you.” He stood up, and she watched his perfect ass flex as he moved.
There were scrapes and claw marks all over his back and some on his butt too. Those were all from her. It made her wonder what her body looked like. Glancing down, she spotted the hickeys on her breasts and a few dark purple marks on her shoulder. There was no way she’d be wearing her strapless dress anywhere. It might be days before she’d consider something so low cut, and that didn’t bother her at all. Not even a little.
“Here.” He tossed a t-shirt on the bed.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Anything would be better than prancing around in last night’s dress and heels. “Thank you.” It was a navy-blue Battle’s shirt with the double hockey sticks logo prominently displayed on the front. She had a million such shirts in her drawers at home. “Are you a fan?”
