But when my lips touched hers, I realized it wasn’t just the technique that made the kiss amazing. It was the spark, the connection between us that brought the kiss to life. Being with Grace, I had no problem sounding like a conceited ass, exclaiming we had the best kiss in the world.
“Am I the only one getting undressed here?” She hesitated after she unzipped her jeans.
“For the moment. Is that a problem?”
A warm flush fanned over her chest and up to her cheeks. The rosy color accentuated her pale skin and dark hair, and it made me wonder if her nipples were that hue or darker. Maybe they weren’t even pink. Perhaps they were a dusty color.
My mouth watered at the thought.
Grace didn’t answer. She shifted on the couch, lifting her hips to slide down her jeans. Once they were kicked to the floor, she sat there in matching lace panties and bra.
My cock was hard and twitched at the sight of her.
Grace lowered her head. Suddenly shy, she said, “Do you want to see all of me?”
“Yes.”
She bit her bottom lip, the one I sucked on just moments ago. Could she taste me? Is that why her eyes flickered up to mine for a moment before she reached back to unclasp her bra?
The lace wrinkled and she tugged before it fell free.
They were a light pink. I stared at those adorable nipples like I had never seen a woman’s breasts before.
I couldn’t wait any longer. My hand reached out as I uttered, “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”
My fingers curled around her breast until my hand was full. For such a small thing, Grace was quite well-endowed. I hadn’t realized due to all the loose clothing she wore.
My thumb swiped across her hardened nipple and she gasped.
“Is that too much?” I asked, unsure of what she liked.
She shook her head. Grace arched her back, pushing her chest toward me. I took the hint and leaned down until that delectable nipple was between my lips.
Grace leaned back, taking me with her, and my hand lifted to her other breast. I fondled and pinched until Grace was squirming under me. I felt hot, as if I would burn alive and realized I needed to remove my clothing.
I sat up and took off my tuxedo jacket, tie, vest, and shirt, but kept my eyes on Grace the entire time. She made use of the moment by slipping off her panties.
A small patch of black hair lay between her legs and I slid my fingers through it, causing her to spread before me. As I lowered myself, I caught a whiff of her scent. It was spicy with a hint of sweetness, and I thought I might drool.
I couldn’t wait to kiss her there. But I needed to get back to her tits. Which I did, but kept my hand between her thighs to make sure she was dripping for me when I finally would start to lick her up.
I didn’t even need to bother . . . she was already soaked. I groaned that Grace was just as turned on as I was.
Her legs widened like they were begging me to fuck her. Wanting to take my time with her, I decided to help her out. I slid my fingers into her core while my thumb circled her clit.
She moaned, and I felt her writhe under me.
“Nico,” she said with a cry.
Hearing her call out my name broke something in me. I was by no means a virgin, but I wasn’t a playboy, either. When I slept with a woman, I made sure she was well satisfied before I took her. But hearing my name on Grace’s lips made me want to push down my pants and slam my cock inside Grace before grinding into her like a wild animal.
I managed to control myself by thinking about her pussy and what it would taste like. Kissing down her stomach, I kept my fingers on her nipple so I could hear her cry out every time I gave it a little pinch.
Nuzzling my nose into her curly patch, I inhaled. As I released the breath, my body shuddered at her sweet scent.
I pushed out my tongue and when it hit her soft, wet lips, I wondered if this taste was Heaven.
I couldn’t get enough.
My hand and mouth fought for dominance of Grace’s pussy. Her hips moved wildly, and I had to let go of her tits to pin her in place. Within moments, Grace’s fingers curled into my hair, pushing me farther toward her soaked lips.
I groaned as I drowned in Grace.
“Ahh. Yeah, Nico. That’s it. I want to cum all over your face,” she moaned.
I was rock-hard. Grace had a dirty little mouth and my cock twitched wanting to hear more.
My fingers worked her core and I twisted my hand so my thumb circled her asshole.
“Yeah, yeah. Oh, Nico. Fill me.”
I did as she requested. My thumb pushed inside until I filled both holes. She tightened so quickly I barely had time to move my lips from her clit to her core. But I made it in time for Grace to cream my tongue.
She tasted so good. But despite wanting to stay buried deep in her pussy and continue to lick her until she cried out my name again and again, I lifted my head.
Grace’s eyes were hooded, and she had a look of pure bliss on her face. As happy as that made me, I wanted to give her more.
I stood and removed the rest of my clothing, realizing I had kept my shoes on as I pleasured Grace.
Everything was removed and discarded into a pile by the coffee table. When I turned toward Grace, she had moved and I was surprised at what I saw.
Grace was on her knees, with her ass in the air, wiggling it toward me. That was how she wanted to be fucked. The woman with the love of 80s movies had a dirty mouth and wanted to be taken from behind.
For some reason, I pictured Grace as the missionary-position type of woman who barely uttered a word during sex. This woman was all surprises.
“Please,” Grace begged and slid her hand between her legs, showing me how much she wanted it.
My nose flared as I said, “Anything you want.”
I got onto the couch and slid my cock down her seam. It was swollen and her excitement dripped down her leg. Positioning myself, I didn’t waste time before I pushed deep inside her.
My head fell back as I grabbed her hips and pumped into her. “Christ, Grace, you feel so good.”
I could hear her squeaks of pleasure as I rocked into her. The woman liked it dirty and rough, and I planned to give her everything she enjoyed. I slid my thumb around and around her puckered hole until I heard her beg, “Yes, Nico. Please.”
She reached back trying to push my thumb into place, but she had to wait.
I chuckled and said, “Is my dirty girl impatient?”
“Fill me, please, Nico.”
Grace had a power over me. Anytime my name fell from her lips—especially when I was fucking her—I couldn’t help but give in.
My thumb pushed through Grace, causing her to groan. I shuddered as her knuckles brushed my ball sack when she began to play with her clit.
I already felt her tighten around me. Which was good because I couldn’t last much longer.
“That’s it. Come for me, dirty girl.”
She did, which sent me over the edge. I fell forward, letting go of her ass and reaching for the coffee table to hold myself up. I heard her call my name, but I was so lost in my own climax that I had no idea if it was real or a fantasy.
I was coherent enough to understand I said her name with a few curse words. My chest rose and fell with a rapid pace as I tried to catch my breath. Reality began to filter in as the euphoria of my orgasm eased. I was still inside Grace and there was one problem that in the heat of encounter, hadn’t entered my mind.
A condom.
I eased out of her and guided her spent body onto the couch so she could rest. On wobbly legs, I got up and left the room. Moving down the hall, I opened a few doors until I found the washroom.
As I cleaned my hands in the porcelain sink and gathered a cloth from the marble counter for Grace, I couldn’t look at myself. As much as my heart rate slowed from the climax, it began to pick up once more at the complications I created with my need to have sex with Grace.
; “How foolish could you be, Nico?” I said to myself through gritted teeth.
I was currently on the run from doing my duty as future Prince of Cambria, the last thing I needed was to become a father, too.
With a deep breath, I stood tall and accepted my fate. I had made a mistake but the last thing I would do was run from this. If Grace became pregnant, then I would support her, no matter what. Even if my parents turned their noses up at me.
Making my way out of the bathroom and back toward Grace, I found her with a red furry blanket pulled over her body as she lay across the couch.
“You look comfortable.”
Her deep mocha eyes moved up and down my body. “And you look sexy. Would it be weird if I got my phone and took a picture of you like this? For, uh . . .” she bit her lip, “to remember every detail.”
I chuckled and moved to the end the couch. She lifted her feet so I could sit. I lifted the blanket and applied the cloth I brought from the bathroom.
After she was cleaned up, I asked, “Can I lay next to you?”
“After what you did to my body, you can lay anywhere you want.”
FIFTEEN
Grace
Stand By Me
“I need a warm stud muffin to heat my biscuit,” I said as I scooted over on the couch.
Nico laughed as I suspected he would. There was no point using such a cheesy line on someone who wasn’t worth it. I had strong feelings about pickup lines. They should only be used to make someone laugh, not to get someone to date or have sex with you.
Nico and I already had sex, so that’s why I was breaking out the line I heard Aria say to a guy once. That was before she knew my brother.
Nico deserved every cheesy come-on I could muster. His body was better looking than I had imagined. And, if I was going to be honest, I imagined how his body looked quite a lot. Hence why I was out buying batteries for my vibrator. It had seen a lot of usage over the past several weeks.
But now I didn’t need those batteries. I had a human vibrator and he was the best sex toy I had ever used. He was the best sex and the best kiss I ever had, too.
He curled behind me and fixed the blanket. Despite just having orgasmic sweaty sex, I was beginning to cool down. And being in Chicago, at night on the last day of October, meant it was too chilly, even indoors, to lay naked on a couch.
“I’ll make sure you see enough of me naked that you won’t need pictures.”
“Is that a promise?”
Because I really liked what he did with that tongue of his.
Nico nuzzled my hair and I heard him inhale. It sent shivers down my spine. I had never experienced a more perfect moment. I feared what would happen when the sun came up and our time was broken.
Or perhaps he’d break it. Nico might be waiting until I fell asleep to sneak out. A guy did that once, but I wasn’t upset. He kept farting during sex, so I was glad he left.
“Of course. You know I’m just using you for a green card, right?”
I gasped and awkwardly rolled over. He was laughing.
“You liar.”
He sighed as he brushed aside some of my hair that had fallen over my cheek. His smile slowly faded.
“There is something we need to talk about.”
I winced. I knew what he was going to say. It was my fault for not bringing it up.
“I’m on the pill.”
I could see him visibly ease. His shoulders relaxed and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
“And my brother makes sure I see his doctor anytime I date a guy. I’m free and clear of any sexually related diseases that might cause limbs to fall off or blisters to appear.”
Nico frowned. “You know you could have just said you’ve been tested for STDs. There wasn’t any need for that much detail.”
I shrugged. “I know, but I feel it makes men more grateful when they hear what could happen if they’re not careful. Gives them that extra bit of motivation.”
“I’m clear as well. My family must be tested quarterly due to the law.” Nico’s eyes widened as the words left his lips.
“Is that a law in your country? That all families must be tested for STDs?”
It’s not a bad law, but a little extreme to expect it four times a year if you asked me.
“Right. Yes. The government’s very strict.”
“Wow, no wonder you want out. Talk about controlling.”
“It’s not as bad as it seems. The people are nice and always helpful to others.”
He missed Cambria. By the way he defended it, I bet he wished he could go back, if only to visit. I felt bad he had to hide from his home, his family. Even his sister tried to lure him back on occasion. It must be difficult to keep telling her no.
I didn’t think I could do what he did.
“You’re brave.”
He pushed his head back until it hit the back of the couch. “What?”
“For taking a risk and fleeing your country. It must be hard to leave everything and everyone you know and love. I want you to know that you’ll always have me. I may not be family, but I am a friend. You can confide in me if you want.”
He traced a finger across my brow and down the side of my cheek. “I’m not brave. If anything, I’m a coward, like my father. He’s running, too.”
“Is he here? Maybe we can find him and you two can be together.”
He glanced off into the distance as if looking for something that wasn’t there.
“He’s not here. The last thing I want is to see my father. My family, Grace . . . they’re complicated. We aren’t like most families. People may look at my parents and my sister and I and see perfection. But that’s just a facade. Underneath, we have the weight of a country on our shoulders. Yet we are expected to be a normal, loving family and keep smiling.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe his father used to work for the Cambrian government. Was he hiding government secrets?
If so, that was complicated.
“My brother can hide you so no one will ever find you. Not even your government. And my friend, Jagger, could help, too. He used to be a spy.”
“I don’t know whether to be grateful or fearful of what you just said.”
I looked up into his magnificent green eyes and placed my hand on his cheek. “No need for either. In fact, just stay here. My brother made sure this place had the latest security technology installed. If you don’t want to go back to Cambria, you don’t have to.”
He lowered his forehead to mine and sighed. “This isn’t real. You can’t be real.”
“I’m very real.” I lifted his chin and pressed my mouth to his.
That kiss we had earlier was passionate and filled with want, but this one was sweet, like eating a ripe peach on a lazy summer day. He tasted right. I blissfully dreamed the moment would never end.
“But what we have can’t last. And it’s not because of you, Grace. You’re wonderful and kind and the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. But my situation . . . It puts you at risk. And as much as I want us to never leave this couch, I’m afraid someone will eventually come to drag me away.”
I knew he was right. Our perfect oasis on my velvet couch with our warm red blanket was a fantasy. But I was tired of fighting reality and all the hardships it threw at me.
I pulled my lips away and said, “I once had a family that I thought loved me. A foster family. I lived with them for a few years when I was in high school. But once I turned eighteen and grew out of the foster system, they moved. It was the mother’s love of eighties music and movies that started my passion. I would watch them with her, and it was the few times in my young life that were happy. When they moved, I had hoped they would take me with them, but they said I couldn’t go. They couldn’t afford to take me . . . I don’t want to do that to you. Whether it’s your government or your family or even my brother, I will stay with you. Until then, we stay here, together.”
“God, Grace,” Nico pulled me tight in his arm,
“I don’t ever want that kind of unhappiness for you again. I want to be with you so much. It sounds like a luxury I could only dream about.”
“Then let’s do it. Let’s live the dream.”
Nico buried his head into the nape of my neck, peppering kisses along my collarbone. My body nestled next to his like it was made to be there. The moment may have been warm and fuzzy but my mind was clear as ever.
“Yes. Let’s do it.” Nico lifted his head with a grin that caused my heart to thump in my chest.
SIXTEEN
Nico
Trading Places
“Why aren’t you in the suit I laid out for you?” Tiber asked with unease in his voice.
“You got that pirate suit on,” my sister said as she folded her arms and glared at me.
It had been three glorious days with Grace. We made love when we woke in the mornings and then I helped her with breakfast, learning how to scramble eggs. She’d race off to work and I’d meet her later for my shift. At night, we’d order takeout and watch movies and then have more sex.
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect life. It was because of that as to why I was here at the residence to speak with Tiber and my sister the day we were all set to leave for Dallas.
“I am the Dread Pirate Roberts.” I smirked and tried to mimic the actor in the movie.
They didn’t seem amused. Must not have seen the movie.
“No, you are not. We are to be at the airport in two hours. Please remove those things,” my sister frowned and pointed at my clothes, “and put on the suit.”
“Uh, about that . . .”
“No! Absolutely not.” She raised her voice and sounded exactly like our mother.
“You don’t even know what I’m about to say, Cali.”
“Let me guess . . .” She strolled over to the pale green silk upholstered couch and sat gracefully, spreading out the skirt of her dark blue woolen dress. “You are staying. You love being a scullery maid more than a duke and have decided to abdicate.”
Was it that obvious?
I pursed my lips. “I’ve been promoted to waiter. And I was a janitor, not a scullery maid.”
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