“Is that a robe?” he asks, and I laugh. “Because it looks like a robe, and it looks like you shouldn’t wear that out.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Well, then I take it you approve.” I step out and stand in front of him. “You look good yourself,” I say, and to be honest, I haven’t even looked at what he’s wearing. “But I have to say.” I finally look at him and see he’s wearing tight black jeans with a charcoal button-down shirt. It’s open at the first two buttons, and I reach up, playing with his collar as my nail softly rubs his neck. “I’d prefer if you were naked.” I wink at him, and he puts his head back and groans.
“You, Becca,” he says, turning and grabbing my hand in his. “You,” he says, pushing the elevator call button. “You are going to be the death of me tonight.”
“But am I?” I ask as the elevator doors open, and we step in. “Do I need a coat?”
“No,” he says, pressing the button, and my heart is beating so fast I don’t even care where he takes me. He pulls me to his side, and I look up for a second, and it’s just enough time for him to kiss me again. My eyes close as I open my mouth, and he slides his tongue into my mouth. The ping of the elevator makes him leave my lips, and I hear him hissing. “Is that lipstick painted on you permanently?”
I laugh as we walk into the dimly lit room. “You know it’s smudge-proof, right?” I whisper in his ear. “I can do a lot of things with this lipstick on like.” I turn to look at him when he stops walking. “Drink wine or suck cock,” I say as if it’s natural to talk about cock in an elegant room like this. I see his eyes glare at me, and his jaw tightens. “You started this.”
“You know what that means, right?” he says to me. “I get to finish it.” The way he says that makes a shiver run right through my body
“Good evening,” the woman says when she comes back to the hostess table.
“Nico,” he says his name. “Suite 1114.”
“Right this way, Mr. Harrison,” she says, turning and leading us into the restaurant. It’s not busy tonight as half the tables are empty. I look up at the crystal chandeliers that are hanging and look so exquisite when they sparkle right over a huge ball of red roses. “Is this table to your liking?” She points at a round table in the back of the restaurant right beside the window.
“It’s fine,” I say for him when he looks back to see what I think. He pulls out one of the plush velvet gray chairs for me. “Thank you,” I say, sitting down in the chair. He sits next to me instead of across from me.
“Good evening,” the waiter says when he comes over and pours us glasses of water. “Can I get you a drink to start?”
“I’m going to have a scotch,” Nico says, and I look over at him.
“I’m going to have a bottle of wine.” He just looks at me. “I don’t work tomorrow.” He smirks as he looks up at the waiter.
“A bottle of your finest,” he says, and the waiter nods at us. “What happened to your two glass max?”
“I figured that this is already a bad idea,” I say, putting my hands in front of me. “This whole thing. It’s not the best idea.” He just looks at me, and I’m dying to know what that face means. I want to ask all the questions, but the waiter comes back with our drinks.
He pours me just a little wine, and the cold white wine slides right down. It’s crisp, smooth, and perfect. I nod at the waiter, and he fills my glass. I pick up my glass of wine. “To bad decisions.”
He lifts his scotch. “To helping you make those bad decisions.” He clicks his glass with mine, and I take another drink.
“Do you want to play a game?” I ask, and he just looks at me. “It’s called never have I ever.” He rolls his eyes. “So I’m going to say something like never have I ever gotten a lap dance.” He looks at me and smirks. “Now, you obviously have so you have to drink.”
“How do you know I’ve gotten a lap dance before?” he asks, and it’s my turn to roll my eyes.
“Drink,” I say, and he takes a sip of his scotch. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Never have I ever given a lap dance,” he says. I grab my glass of wine, and his eyes glitter. “Are you not going to tell me the story?”
“I mean, I don’t know the actual rules to this game,” I say. “But I took four years of pole dancing.” I clap my hands. “My turn. Never have I ever had sex in public.”
I look at him. “Define public.”
“I don’t know … public. I guess a bathroom in a bar.” He doesn’t touch his drink. “What do you define as public?”
“No idea, but I’ve never fucking done it,” he says. “Never have I ever left my house without underwear.” I wink at him and take a sip. “Shut up,” he says, smiling.
I don’t know if it’s the easy way this is going or the fact that I’ve never felt so free before on a date, but I lean in. “Right now,” I whisper to him, and his jaw gets tight. “Never have I ever lied about having sex with someone.”
He takes his drink, and I throw my head back and laugh. “Please, I’m a guy. Chances are half the stories I told in college that involved a girl were a lie. Never have I ever dated two people at the same time.”
I laugh. “Smooth,” I say to him. “No, not then. I’m all about one man at a time. And just so we are clear, I also don’t stick around if I find out I’m not the only woman.” I take my glass of wine and finish it. I look at the ice bucket beside me, and I’m about to grab the bottle and pour myself another glass when the waiter comes rushing over and pours it for me. I take a sip of wine. “Never have I ever said the wrong name during sex.” He reaches and drinks his scotch, and I laugh at him. “Oh my God, Nico.”
“In my defense, it was Natalia, and I called her Natalie,” he says, and I shake my head.
“So if you're inside me, and I call you Nikon, it’s the same?” I tilt my head to the side, and he glares at me. “Didn’t think so.”
“My turn,” he says. “Never have I ever had phone sex.”
“What?” I say in shock and drink the wine. “I mean, define phone sex.”
“You took a drink.” He laughs and points out.
I put up my hand. “I mean, I’ve filtered on the phone sexually before.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm on the phone with someone?” he asks, and I look him in the eye.
“Then no,” I answer honestly.
“I see lots of firsts in our relationship,” he says, and the wine is just flowing through me at this time. I drink the rest of the wine and then look at him. The waiter rushes over, filling my glass, and I just smile at him.
“Never have I ever been shy in the bedroom.” My finger taps the stem of the glass, and we both drink at the same time.
“What does that mean, Becca?” he says, and I look at him.
“That means I like sex.” I take a drink of wine. “I like having sex. If I want something, I’m not shy about asking for it. Not in the bedroom, not in the kitchen, not in the doorway,” I say, and I see that he is fisting his hand. “I like to give.” I take a sip of wine and look at the side. “But I like to receive even more.” I look at him. “Your turn.”
“Never have I ever fell asleep during sex,” he says, and I laugh, taking the glass of wine and drinking it.
“It was late and …” I start to laugh. “I didn’t really want to, but …”
“Well, one thing is for sure. That isn’t going to happen here,” he says, and his eyes just look into mine. “Trust me, when we are in bed, no one is going to be falling asleep.” I bring the glass to my mouth. “I might fuck you awake, but you’ll never fall asleep.” He shakes his head.
“My turn. Never have I ever had sex with someone I work with.” I don’t move my hand, and neither does he. “So we are both in uncharted territory then.” I grab my wine for liquid courage and finish the glass. The waiter is there right away to refill it. “We’ve known each other a long time, Nico,” I say. “Why now?”
He takes his drink of scotch, and I have to say he l
ooks just as nervous as I am with asking the questions. “I’m never going to bullshit you,” he says, and I lean back in the chair. “I have no fucking idea why now.” I lean forward, knowing I need some wine. “I don’t know what did it. I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but it was like a switch.” I know exactly what he means. “I look at you, and it was like what the fuck just happened.”
“Like everything was clear now,” I say, and he points at me.
“Yes.” I look around. “Stay with me,” he says. “Tonight.”
“Where’s Lizzie?” I ask, knowing she is also here for work.
“She is staying with a friend,” he says. “Besides, she has her own room.” I look at him, and I don’t know what it is, but with him, I want to jump off the fucking cliff. With the water crashing against the rock, the sounds of thunder coming, I want to jump with him. “So what’s it going to be, Becca?” I take the last sip of wine I will for the night. It’s more than my two glasses. “Come back to my room with me.”
I don’t know what the right thing to do is. I have no idea what tomorrow is going to hold. I don’t know if I’m going to wake up and regret it. What I do know is that if I don’t do it, I’ll regret that. I push away from the table. He just looks at me, not sure what is going on. I hold out my hand to him. “Are we going?”
Chapter 14
Nico
She holds out her hand for me. “Are we going?” I want to grab her hand and yank her out of there. My cock has been as hard as a rock ever since she told me she isn’t wearing anything under that fucking dress.
When she opened the door to her suite, I took one look at her, and the only thing I could focus on was her eyes and the way they lit up. Then I saw her thigh-high boots, and I knew that if she spent the night with me, I’d be fucking her wearing only those fucking boots.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a long fucking time,” I say, and her hand never moves. “But I’m not going to be going in the category of a bad decision.”
“What category do you want to be in?” she asks, and I can see the wheels turning in her head.
“Fuck if I know,” I say honestly. “But I do know that I don’t want to be in the category of a bad decision.” I lean back in the chair. “I don’t think I’m cool enough to hang with the boss hat.” Her head goes back, and she laughs.
“You are definitely not as cool as the hat,” she says, and her hand falls. I want to jump up from my seat and pick it back up. “How about being in a one-of-a-kind category?” she says, and I just look at her.
“I am one of a kind,” I say, standing. “I can totally do that category. But,” I say, stepping to her, “I’d rather be in the category of he fucked my brains out all night long.” I lean my head in, tilting it to the side. “Do you have that category?”
“I do not,” she says, “but I’m excited to start it.” I’m the one who laughs as I grab her fingers in mine and walk toward the elevator. “We didn’t eat.”
I don’t answer her until we get into the elevator, and it closes behind me. I turn on her, pushing her into the corner. “I’m going to eat right now,” I say to her and squat down in front of her. Her eyes open as I lick her exposed thigh all the way to her uncovered center.
“Nico,” she says my name in a breathless whisper right before my tongue slips into her pussy, just as soon as the elevator stops. I’m standing up a second later. “What just happened?” she asks as I pull her to my room.
“I just got into a brand-new category.” I wink at her as the door opens. I close it behind her and push her against it.. I don’t know why I think she’s going to be surprised, but she isn’t. Instead, she drops her purse on the floor beside our feet, and her hands are on me. Our mouths crush onto each other. It’s all tongue and teeth, both of us fighting to be in charge. My hands are buried in her hair while her hands fight to get my shirt off me. I let go of her mouth and attack her neck. Her leg comes up, hitching over my hip.
“Nico,” she says my name, and I look up at her. “Wait.” I step away from her. Her hands fall from my chest to the sash tied around her waist. “This would work so much better,” she says, pulling on it. The dress opens down the middle, and I see she isn’t even wearing a fucking bra. “If I were naked.” She shrugs the dress off her shoulders, and it falls by her feet. I take a second to take her in as she stands there in nothing but the fucking heels. Her body is fucking perfect—her hips round, her stomach flat, her tits a perfect fucking handful, and her pussy has a perfect landing strip. My cock goes so hard I think the button of my pants are going to pop off. She walks to me, her hand palming my cock through my pants. “Now this is better,” she says as she licks my bottom lip, sliding her tongue inside my mouth for a second and then walking away from me. I turn to watch her; her fucking ass is the best ass I’ve ever fucking seen. She looks over her shoulder. “I believe someone said they were hungry?”
I follow her as she walks into the big room with a long glossy table with eight chairs. She looks at the table and then the living room area in front of it. “Where do you want to eat?” she asks. I don’t answer her because my tongue can’t move. I’ve never been this fucking into someone. In. My. Whole. Life.
She walks over and moves the chair away from the head of the table just a bit. I watch her as she sits on the table right in front of the chair. Her hair falling to the side hides her perfectly shaped dark pink nipples. She slowly opens her legs, letting me see everything she has to offer. She leans back on one hand while one hand slowly moves down to her pussy. She slips a finger inside, and we both moan. I walk to her as she begins to finger fuck herself in front of me. She looks up at me, her hand moving faster and faster. I bend my head and bite her nipple hard. She moans, her finger slipping out of her. I grab her hand, bringing her finger to my mouth, and lick it clean. “Um,” she says, looking down at her nipple. My teeth marks appear in red. “What you do for one, you have to do for the other.” She puts her other arm back, and I lean down, taking the other nipple between my teeth. Her hips almost buck up. “Now get to licking.” She winks at me.
My hand goes into her hair, and I fist it in my hand, pulling her head back. “What do you want?” I lean over her, and she licks her lips.
“To come,” she says. I drop my ass into the seat, and my mouth devours her whole pussy. She goes down on her elbows as she watches me lick up two times before I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moans as I suck it into my mouth, then nibble on it. Her hips move up, so I throw her legs over my shoulders, wrapping my arms around both her legs so she can’t move. I suck on her clit again and then circle it with my tongue. Her breathing comes out faster and faster. I open my mouth big and lick from her clit all the way down her slit. I lick up and down slowly and then suck in her clit. Over and over again as slow as I can, knowing she’s going to snap.
Her hand goes into my hair, and she tries to get my mouth where she wants it in order to come, but I don’t let her. “How do you want to come?” I suck in and then lick up. “I bet you if I put two fingers into you right now, you’d squeeze them.”
“Yes,” she huffs out, trying to get her hand to her clit so she can play with herself.
“Don’t you dare touch it,” I say, sitting back in the chair, her pussy dripping wet in front of me. “You touch it, and I’m going to fuck you all night long and not let you come once.”
“Why?” she moans. She tries to close her legs, but I stop her. My hand comes out. “Yes.” She looks down to see my middle finger slip inside her. “More.”
“One more,” I say and slip my other finger inside her. “I’m trying to decide,” I say as I slowly finger fuck her, stopping when her pussy starts to get tight around my fingers. I slip them out and then lick up once. “How I’m going to fuck you?”
“Any way,” she says, wiggling her ass on the table, hoping to get my fingers back. “Fingers.”
“I think I’ll fuck you on this table first,” I say, slipping my fingers into her again as my other hand unsnaps the button to my pants. My cock finally being let loose. “Leg behind your head while I plow into you over and over again.”
“Oh my God, yes.” She moves her legs up higher, and she holds her ankles beside her head. “Do it.”
“Or,” I say, taking my fingers out, “bent over.” I bite her clit hard, and I bite her tits, and she starts to shake. “You like that,” I say, and she can’t talk. Her eyes are half-closed, and she moves her hips side to side. “Bent over the table.” I put my two fingers back into her, moving faster. “Holding your tits while I fuck you.” My hand goes to my cock, and I moan, and she looks at me.
“Stand up,” she says, and I just smirk at her. “I want to see your cock.”
“Do you?” I ask as I finger her again, this time curling my fingers up, and her eyes close. “Trust me, by the time the night is over.” I flick her clit. “I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours.”
“Now,” she says, her hands going to her nipples as she pulls them. “Nico, please.” I see that her body is shaking with need, so I stand and she sees my cock in my hand. I move my hand up and down, and she licks her lips. “Come in my mouth,” she says to me, and I swear to God I would have come right there.
I finger her, and I don’t stop when I know she’s going to come. Instead, I fuck her faster, and if I didn’t care, I would have fucked her with my bare cock. I have to stop thinking about it before all the rules about fucking with a condom go out the window. “I’m coming,” she says, and I lean forward, sucking her clit while I finger her. She comes on my hand so much it leaks down to my wrist. When she’s done, she sits up, and in two blinks of an eye, she’s on her knees, and my cock is hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck,” I hiss as she tries to take me all the way down. Her hands move as fast as mine were, and I wish I had time to enjoy it. But I see that she’s stroking my cock with one hand and playing with herself with the other one, and I close my eyes. “I’m going to come,” I say.
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