He turns and smiles, kissing me quick on the lips before he gets back to unloading the bag.
“Ya know, when you said dessert, I thought you meant me. Are you tryna put me in a sugar coma?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest.
“Is it possible for you not to be a sassy little shit for five minutes? I am gonna have you for dessert, but I also want cookies. Sit your ass down and open your mouth.”
“Now we're talkin’,” I smirk.
Nico shakes his head and opens the box of cookies, putting it to my lips.
“Open your mouth, Blondie. Embrace the gooey, chocolatey goodness.”
I laugh and open my mouth, eating the cookie as Nico watches.
“I want to fatten you up. I feel like I'm gonna break you every time we fuck,” he admits.
I choke on my cookie, pounding my chest and he goes to my refrigerator taking out a water bottle and handing it to me.
“Why in the hell do you think that?” I choke out.
“Look at me and look at you. You're a toddler,” he laughs.
“Shut the fuck up, I am not,” I say annoyed.
I get to my feet and walk over to him reaching to the front of him to cup his crotch.
“I doubt a toddler can deep throat this big cock, asshole,” I whisper.
He laughs but then it gets caught in his throat as I squeeze him.
“Gotta prove a point, huh? You have me by the balls, Blondie, no need to flaunt it.”
“Good. Now shush and let's eat so I can have the dessert I actually want.”
We eat dessert in silence for ten minutes, stealing glances across the kitchen table, undressing each other as we prolong the inevitable. Three days. It's been three days since he's been inside me and my body is buzzing with a need for my drug.
Him.
I’m dying a slow death, waiting for him to finish his bowl of ice cream that apparently takes ten fucking minutes to eat. Nico smirks, licking his spoon clean and I clamp my thighs together.
“Oh, fuck this,” I mumble.
I quickly get up from my chair walking over to his and straddle his waist, sitting on his lap as I grab the back of his head and devour his mouth.
The mix of mint ice cream and chocolate invades my mouth and his hands run down my back to cup my ass, lifting us up and walking towards my bedroom.
He trips over something on my floor and we both tumble to the bed, laughing.
“You're lucky I still had my shoes on you pig. Clean up your shit,” he growls pulling my shirt over my head.
“Shut up,” I say pushing my lips against his again.
He pulls my pants off in one swift motion and reaches inside his pocket. He takes a condom out and then drops his jeans to the floor along with his boxers and climbs back on the bed. He pumps his length a few times as I watch, finding it so damn sexy when he touches himself. He rips the condom open with his teeth. sheathing himself as he hovers over me again.
His hand goes in between us, and he moves my thong to the side and pushes inside me without warning.
“Dammit Nico,” I moan. “You couldn't even take my thong off?”
“No,” he growls pushing hard into me.
I grab his biceps and dig my fingers in, holding on while he gives me everything he has. He's right, he could totally break me if he wanted to. Right in fucking half.
“Shit I...Nico, slow down I…”
My orgasm barrels into me, stealing my breath as I try and catch it. My legs are tight, my chest heaving, as I shake, beneath him, my grip on his biceps weakening. I'm falling so fast, his jerky movements pull all my strength from my body.
He stops moving, pulling out of me and flipping me over to my belly and I gasp, waking my body from its bliss.
My phone rings from my nightstand as he slides back into me.
“Fuck, it's Bells. Hold on,” I say gripping his wrist on my hip. “Behave.”
I feel him twitch inside me as I swipe to answer.
“Hey,” I answer out of breath.
“Hey, I landed. Wanna text the whole gang for me? It’s so beautiful here we should make a-” I whimper as Nico pinches my nipple.
“Oh my God, Lacey, are you havin’ sex right now!” Bella whisper yells.
“I...I...hold on,” I whisper back. I smack Nico's hand off my nipple and grab the phone tighter. “You’re gone for the next couple of weeks, free reign of the apartment, what do you expect?”
“I hope it’s Nico,” Bella snaps.
“It is! I’m not done with him yet,” I smile looking over my shoulder and winking.
Nico smirks and delivers a hard smack to my ass and I almost drop the damn phone.
“Okay, I gotta go, glad you landed, kick ass, love you, bye,” I say quickly hanging up the phone.
“You're the worst, you know that?” I say pushing my body back into him, taking him deeper.
“I'm the best. Pretty sure I almost had you passing out a minute ago,” he whispers in my ear, his hard chest against my back.
“So damn arrogant, you have-”
He shuts me up with a hard thrust and I grip the sheets, feeling my walls start to constrict again.
“Almost there, Blondie, give me one more baby,” he demands.
His hand comes up to fist my hair and he pulls my head back, his other hand massaging the front of my neck as his hips piston into me, giving me no choice but to succumb. His hard breathing slows down as does his movements and I collapse onto the bed, too exhausted to kick him out as he lays next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. This bastard is ruining me, one delectable inch at a time and the crazy part? I'm willingly letting him.
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“So, it seems to me that your physical connection can be directly linked to your emotional one, yes?” Rose asks writing something down in her notebook.
“I mean, kind of. We do have a great physical relationship, but we also have a good relationship outside the bedroom,” I say defensively.
“What happens when the two of you have an argument? Give me an example. How do you fix it?”
Nico looks over to me and he smiles.
“We uh...tend to argue about pranks.”
I close my eyes and curse the bastard for bringing that up.
“Can you elaborate on that, Nicholas?” Rose asks.
“Well, we lived together for a good seven months before the cheating scandal and we would argue a lot about different things in the house. It got to a point where we would prank each other, and one maybe went a little too far.”
“And how did you solve that issue?” Rose asks curiously.
Here we go....
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“Nicholas fuckin’ Johnson! Have you lost your ever lovin’ mind?” I yell from the bathroom.
Pink! My hair is fucking pink!
“What happened?” he asks innocently.
“You shit! This went too far, Nico!” I yell throwing my brush at his head.
He laughs as he catches it.
“And rubbing soap all over my toothbrush wasn’t too far? My mouth tasted like Irish Springs for three fuckin’ days. You can always dye it back. The pink actually looks good on you,” he laughs.
“It’s not the point! I cannot believe you changed my shampoo! This is gonna ruin my hair now dyin’ it back to back like this!”
“Come on, it was funny! Let me at least take a picture before you get it fixed.”
“This is not a joke! I have work tomorrow and now I need to find someone to dye this back!”
“I’m sorry, Lace. It was just supposed to be a joke, I didn’t know it was going to be this whole thing. Forgive me, please?”
I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I swear to God, Nico, you pull shit like that on me again and I'll steal your GTR and run your big ass over with it.”
He smiles kissing me softly on my lips.
“You ain't forgiven, not by a long shot, but this is me considerin’ it. You're still alive,” I growl at him.
> “God, Blondie, how did I get so lucky with you?” he asks cupping my cheeks.
“Shut up. Go wait in our bedroom for me and be on your knees. You're grovelin’ starts right now,” I say crossing my arms over my chest.
“Mmm good, because Hulk is hungry.”
He dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth and pulls back, making the sound echo throughout our bathroom as I try and pretend I'm unaffected.
“Good, because you're gonna be eatin’ all night, Johnson.”
He drops down in front of me, lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He turns his head and licks my ass cheek making me squeal.
“This is not a punishment for me, Lace, this is a reward.”
He runs with me over his shoulder and drops me to my feet in our bedroom. I put a hand on his shoulder pushing him to his knees and he groans, his knees meeting the floor with a loud thump.
“I should piss you off more often, Blondie.”
“Look up at me,” I demand. “I wanna watch you beg for forgiveness.”
His smile is crooked and sheepish as he dips his head to my center, licking slowly, coaxing my body to let go, to explode against his tongue.
“I want it, Lace. You're juices all over my face. I'm begging you to give it to me, or I'll fucking take it.”
His breath against my clit makes me buck up into his face.
He goes at me like a brute, feasting on my lips, luring my body to the dark side. So close to falling over the edge, I grip his head, finally submitting.
I ride out my release, grabbing his face pulling him up to me, crushing our lips together.
“Fuck. Now,” I pant.
I need to be filled. The throbbing is too much, and I feel myself painfully aching for more.
He lifts me in his arms and drops to the bed, rolling me to my back. He straightens my legs and straddles them as he pushes inside me, my thighs tight together, his length gliding blissfully against that spot inside me as he braces his hands above my shoulders on the bed.
“This okay?” he croaks out.
“God, yes,” I moan.
This is fucking fantastic. The tension from my body is already untangling, as I look down and watch him slide in and out of my small frame, the friction against my clit riling me up.
No matter how many times our bodies connect it's always amazing, new, every single time better than the last.
My breathing picks up, frantic breaths in and out quickly, as he drops lower towards me on his elbows.
I grip the top of his shoulders pushing my body up, meeting him thrust for thrust, the movements playing against my clit. My body tenses up, my head is dizzy as I ride out the wave he crashed me into.
“Oh…my….”
“Breathe, Lace. You okay?” he asks moving the hair out of my face.
“I...yeah. Wow, that was...wow. Did you come?” I ask breathlessly.
“No, I'm close. You got me nervous. I thought you were gonna pass out.”
“I thought I was too,” I laugh. “Let me finish you,” I say pushing against his chest.
He rolls onto his back putting his hands behind his head as I dip down and take him into my mouth, the taste of myself on him rousing me again.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I turn to him, straddling his face as I dip my head down, taking him all the way into my mouth, inch by inch until he's touching the back of my throat.
His tongue and hot breath against my swollen lips serenade my body, bring me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Coming, Blondie,” Nico groans against me.
He releases into my mouth and I grip his legs, hunting down my own orgasm again.
His fingers dig into my ass as his tongue thirstily searches for my release.
“Mmm,” he growls against me as I drop my head to his thick thigh, biting it as another orgasm takes me. They're colliding into each other, my easy body such a slave to him.
“Drink it all up, baby,” I moan.
Nico licks through my lips one more time and I exhale, trying to catch my breath. He lifts my limp body, laying me next to him as he spoons me.
“I'm sorry about your hair. Truce, okay?” he whispers.
I turn towards him and squeeze his cheek, making him squirm.
“You're still not forgiven. One good fuck does not eliminate the pain of this,” I say holding up a strand of my pink hair.
“How about this,” he says leaning up on his elbow. “I'll dye mine pink for next game.”
I laugh and shake my head. “You wouldn't.”
“I would. I didn't realize it would ruin your hair like that, now I feel like an asshole.”
“Okay, fine. Do it,” I challenge.
“Done.”
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“And you dyed your hair pink, huh?” Rose smirks.
“I did. All about compromise,” Nico smiles.
“Has there been an argument that's been solved without usin’ sex first?” Rose asks.
“I...I mean of course, probably, right?” I say looking at Nico.
“I don't think so.”
“Is that bad?” I ask.
“No, but I just want to make sure y'all aren't just dependin’ on that. Intimacy is important in a relationship, but it's not the whole relationship.”
“We know that,“ I say defensively. “We enjoy sex, I don't think there is anything wrong with that.”
“There's not, don't worry,” Rose says smiling. “As long as it's not bein’ used in place of communication. It's better used side by side.”
Nico and I both nod, looking at each other.
“I just want to say that I'm very proud of y'all. This little girl is going to have some great parents that work together. Keep it up, we'll talk next week.”
Chapter 18
Lacey
“Text me later if you want me to pick you up, okay? I got nothing much going on,” Nico says as he pulls the truck into my parents drive.
“That's okay, my mama will probably drop me home after. Dinner and crib tonight?” I ask leaning towards him cupping his cheek. “Possibly a good fuckin’?” I smirk.
“Such a proper southern belle, Blondie. Of course,” he smiles kissing me quick on the lips.
I pull back, not wanting to end up in Nico's lap in front of my parents’ house and walk towards the front door.
Things have been feeling like back to normal and I don't want to go backwards. The uncertainty still haunts me though, I don't know if that will ever go away.
“Hi baby, look at you! My little grandbaby cookin’ up nice in there!” my mama says hugging me.
“Yeah, unfortunately, I think she takes after her daddy. They were talkin’ about a c-section and I...I don't know, I'm nervous,” I say leaning my head on her chest continuing the hug.
“You'll be okay, baby. Grandma Franny had a c-section with me and your Uncle Gabe and that was back in the day. Now, it'll be fine, they do them all the time. You got all the help you need, okay?”
“I know. Where's Daddy and the boys?”
“Where else? Went to the field. They should be back soon, they've been gone all mornin’.”
“God knew you needed a grandbaby girl,” I laugh.
“God knew I needed you,” she says cupping my cheek. “A grandbaby girl is an added bonus.”
“Love you, Mama.”
“Love you too.”
We hug again and then walk into the kitchen.
“So, what's on the agenda today? I could go for a good nap to be honest,” I say yawning.
“That have anything to do with Nicholas answerin’ the door shirtless this mornin’?” my mama smirks.
“Mama!” I hiss. “He's the father of my baby.”
“That all he is?” she asks eyeing me.
“I...I don't know,” I exhale.
“I remember when I first met him. I knew right then he was gonna be the one to knock you on your ass, you remember?” she says laughing.
“Ye
s, I do! Y'all ganged up on me right from the start.”
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