She takes her mouth off me, and I think she is going to make me come on her, but instead, she looks up at me. “Give it to me,” she says right before she swallows my cock and works me even faster. My balls tighten, and my hands go to her head as I fuck her face with abandonment. The sound of her gagging doesn’t even make me stop. When I come, I throw my head back and call out her name, and she swallows everything that I have.
Chapter 15
Becca
“What the fuck is that noise?” I hear Nico say from beside me. I know it’s my phone, but my body can’t fucking move. I open one eye and see I’m on my stomach in the middle of the bed or maybe on the floor. “Where is that sound coming from?” When I feel him get up from beside me, I try to raise my arm to point at the front door and my purse, but I can’t, so I just close my eyes. The sound of my phone stops two seconds later. “It was your alarm,” he says.
“I know. I get up to run,” I say, my eyes still closed, and I feel a cool breeze on me. He has taken the cover or sheet off me. “Not today.”
“Nah,” he says, and I feel his fingers move over my legs softly, and I moan or groan. “Today, I have a whole new exercise for you.” My legs open like the big fucking hussy I am. I’ve never been this into sex in my life. The minute he pulls out of me, I want him back inside me again. He was not lying when he said he was going to fuck me all night long. I think we’ve slept maybe thirty minutes. “I see someone is happy to see me,” he says, and he slips two fingers into me. I’m wet already, knowing what’s to come. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” I say, trying to look over my shoulder, but I can’t. My eyes close when I feel him lifting my hips and then burying his face between my legs.
“We are going to try something,” he says, and I want to laugh.
“We’ve tried just about fucking everything you’ve wanted,” I say, moaning as he slips a finger into my ass. “Not that.” I close my eyes as he works his finger and tongue into me. The man can do some serious shit with that tongue of his. Things that should be illegal. He was fucking me so hard I thought he was going to break me. But instead, he pulled out and ate me until I came on his tongue and then fucked me again. It was the best sex of my life.
“Not that,” he says, stopping. “But.” He leans over me and grabs another condom, and I feel the tip of his cock slip into me, and I swear I don’t think I’ve had anyone this large before. His hand grabs my hips as he slams into me again. “You are going to fuck me.”
“Turn over,” I say and look over my shoulder.
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head. “You want my cock, you have to fuck it like you are now.” He puts his hands up. “Fuck me back,” he says as he pushes me forward, and I push back on him. “That’s it, Becca.” He doesn’t move the next time, so I do all the work. I grab the sheets in my hands as I push back on his cock. I rock forward and back as his hand goes to the side of me. “Fuck me, Becca,” he says over and over again. My tits rub the sheets and pucker as they drag across the sheets.
“Nico,” I say to him, so close to coming I can feel it. I fuck him back, rocking faster and harder. He gets up on his knees, and he slips a finger into my ass, making me feel full.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me back,” he says, and I do. I fuck him back with everything that I have, and when I come on his cock, he comes also. I collapse on my stomach with him on top of me.
“I need to sleep,” I say, and he laughs, pulling out of me and getting off the bed. “Come back,” I say, and he laughs, going to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and off, and then I hear the curtains shutting. The room is now pitch black, and he slides in beside me. I feel the covers over me, and he takes me into his arms.
He kisses the back of my neck. “Sleep, baby,” he says, and I’m about to answer him, but I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
I turn over and feel for him, but the bed is empty. I get up on my elbow and look at the dark room, seeing that I’m alone. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, turning on the light enough to see the marks all over my body. His teeth marks are on both tits and on my hip. I wash my hands and then look for a robe but find one of his white T-shirts. I put it over me and walk out to see him sitting down in one of the leather chairs. He is wearing one of the robes as he has his phone to his ear.
“That sounds good,” he tells them and opens his arms for me to sit on his lap. I look over and see covered plates on the table. I point toward the table, then walk over to it and pour myself a cup of coffee. My whole body aches when I take a sip and then sit down in the same chair he sat in last night. I put the cup to my lips again to hide the smile when I see my ass cheek mark on the table.
“What is that smile about?” Nico asks when he gets off the phone. He walks over to me, and I see his cock at half-mast. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it not hard before. “Morning.” He stops in front of me, and I’m ready to put my cup of coffee down and have his cock in my mouth. But he bends and kisses my lips.
“Hi,” I whisper back, holding his head in one of my hands and kissing him one more time. “Morning.”
“That look means trouble,” he says, sitting down in the chair next to me.
“Well, for one, I thought you were going to let me eat your cock for breakfast.” I wink at him as I see his cock spring into action. “Then my ass print is on this table.” I point at the table, and I see him laughing.
“I didn’t even notice,” he says. “I ordered everything on the menu,” he says, getting up and closing his robe when his cock comes out. He takes the silver domes off the food. “This we can have later.” He winks at me as he moves the bowl of strawberries over to the couch. He then picks up the phone. “Hi, can I get some whipped cream and some chocolate?”
“Two!” I shout at him as he hangs up the phone. “You’re not going to have all the fun,” I say, and he shakes his head.
We eat breakfast sitting next to each other when there is a knock on the door. He walks over to the door, and I hear voices. “Thank you,” he says, closing the door and coming back in carrying the big silver tray.
“They didn’t walk it in?” I ask, and he looks at me, walking to the living room area and sets down the tray.
“You’re naked,” he says, and I look down and see that the T-shirt is semi see-through, but my nipples are pebbled, making it a little bit more see-through than it should be.
I stand. “I’m not naked,” I say, putting my hands on my hips. He walks over to me and picks me up around my waist. He carries me over to the desk and puts me down on it. His hand goes into his pocket to grab a condom. My hands stroke his cock, working it with my hand. I’m about to take off the T-shirt when he rips the collar down under one of my tits.
My mouth opens in shock. His arm goes around my waist again, picking me up and slamming me down on his cock. My hands wrap around his neck as he carries us to the couch. He sits down as I straddle him. “Mine,” he says, leaning down and taking the nipple into his mouth as I move up and down. His hand goes to my hip as he guides me, and I watch him.
My head falls forward, and I grab his bottom lip between my teeth. His hand squeezes my nipple, sending a shiver down my whole body. “Fuck,” he hisses when I squeeze him with my pussy. “How does it get fucking better?”
I laugh, kissing him, and then place my hands on his knees behind me. I fuck him faster. He moves the shirt up and licks his thumb. He plays with my clit, his eyes never coming up again as he watches his cock disappear into me. “Faster,” I say, moving my hips, and he flicks it, and I come with his name on my lips. He lets me come down from it. His hands go to my hips, and just like that, I’m picked up and bent over the couch where he fucks me so hard we move the couch. He comes five minutes later, burying himself in me. He slaps my ass when he slips out of me, and I literally walk to the bathroom with my legs spread.
I start the shower and look back at him. “Don’t you fucking dare join me,” I say, and he laughs.
“I want to wash your ba
ck,” he says, leaning against the counter, his cock soft again.
“You washed my back last night, and I felt like I was drowning,” I say, getting into the shower and looking at him.
“You are the one who bent over,” he says while I close my eyes and let the water cascade around my face.
“You were the one who grabbed my hips and pounded into me over and over again. I couldn’t even yell for help.” He laughs, and so do I.
“Did you have any plans today?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Honestly, I was staying in New York so I could think about what was happening between us.” I can’t believe I just laid it out for him. “The whole kiss threw me off, and I thought what better way to clear your head than New York City.”
“You flew to New York City because I kissed you?” he says, shocked. “Where are you going to go now that we had sex?”
“Canada,” I say, joking, and he laughs. “How long were you here for?”
“My plane left this morning at eight,” he says, and I look at him, shocked. “It’s coming back for me on Sunday. I figured I could give you a ride home.”
“You stayed here for me?” I ask, not sure I’m ready for the emotion that this declaration brings forth. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but what I do know is that I’m not sure I’m ready to give it a name. I don’t want to put a label on it. I don’t want to put it in any categories as of right now.
“I stayed here because you were here,” he admits. “Now, after you finish washing, I’m going to take a shower. Go to your room, pack your stuff, and check out.”
“Please,” I say, turning off the water and getting out. He hands me a towel, and when I reach for it, he pulls me to him. The towel drops to the floor, and my hands land on his bare chest.
“Get your things, Becca,” he says softly and bends his head to kiss me softly. “Please,” he whispers before letting me go and stepping into the shower.
“Fine,” I say, “but only because you said please.” I bring the towel to my mouth to hide my smile, knowing full well I would have done it anyway.
Chapter 16
Nico
“There you are,” I say to Becca when I find her in the little kitchen that the suite has. She is grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, opening it, and downing half of it in one gulp.
“Someone is dehydrated.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “The car is here.”
“Oh, good,” she says, and I take her in. I haven’t seen her since she left me in the shower. Her long hair is pinned up in a ponytail, leaving her neck bare for me to kiss it. She’s wearing white jeans that look painted on and a thick knitted brown sweater that fits her perfectly.
“That look is going to make the car wait at least thirty minutes.” She walks over to me, kissing my lips, and I know if I don’t walk away from her, it will be more than thirty minutes. I thought having her right before the car got here would lessen the pull that I have to her. To being with her.
“I’ve never seen you dressed casual,” I say. “I like it.” I put my hands around her waist. “A lot.”
“I always dress casual when I fly.” Her hands go to my waist. “And you are one to talk. Are those sneakers on your feet?” She looks down at my black Nikes, and she laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dressed down.”
“You’ve seen me naked,” I point out. “That is the most dressed down I’m going to be.”
She throws her head back and laughs, and my cock starts to stir. This weekend with her has been more than I could have ever thought it would be. It was light and easy with no fuss. There was no running out to make sure we were at the best restaurant and to be seen. We walked around the city, holding hands and making out. We spent the nights in bed or around the suite getting lost in each other. I thought after the second day, I would tire of her and want my space, but instead, I craved her touch. I craved to touch her. “Does this plane have a bedroom?”
We walk to the living room, and I pick up my bag as she rolls her suitcase to the door. “I have no idea which one I have today,” I say as we make our way down to the car.
When we pull onto the tarmac, I look at the plane. “No bedroom, but there is a living room.”
“Oh,” she says when I hold out my hand to help her out. “That’s too bad.”
“Why?” I ask, chuckling.
“The mile-high club is still empty.” She winks at me as she walks up the stairs to the plane, leaving me with my own thoughts.
I wait until the bags are loaded before walking up the steps, and I see her sitting on the couch buckled in as she reads something on her phone. “Where did you go?”
“I was trying to get my cock to come down from a salute before getting on the plane.” I look over at her, taking a seat next to her. The flight attendant closes the door and tells us we are getting ready for takeoff.
“I could have helped with that,” she says, tilting her head, knowing full well if she touches me, the last thing I’m going to be is soft. “You are no fun.”
“I’ll remember that the next time you beg me to come,” I whisper in her ear and bite her earlobe.
“Promises, promises.” She baits me just as she always fucking baits me.
For the rest of the flight, we are on our computers working, and for the first time ever, no one gets on my case about working. A lot of times, I’m nagged to take a break but not with Becca. She works just as hard on her computer, and when we land, she puts her computer away. “I have so much work to catch up on.”
“Play hard,” I say, “work harder.”
“I don’t think that’s the way the saying goes.” She laughs, and when we get off the plane, a car is waiting for us. “I can get a ride home if you are too busy.”
“You mean that, don’t you?” I ask, and she just looks at me confused.
“If it was anyone else …” I say. She walks closer to me, and I love that she doesn’t back down. “You mean, if it was another woman, she would be pissed that you fucked her all weekend long and are expecting her to get her own ride home.” I laugh. “But I’m not one of those women. For one, I think I fucked you just as much as you fucked me.”
“Get in the SUV, Becca,” I say, and her eyes twinkle. If I had the time, I’d bring her back to my house and fuck her a couple more times.
“What do we say?” She folds her arms over her chest. “You can do it.”
“Please,” I say between clenched teeth, and she claps her hands together, walking toward the SUV.
I give the driver her address, and my heart beats a bit erratically when we pull up to her building. “Well, Nico,” she says, turning and looking at me, and she is beautiful. Every single day, she gets more beautiful. “Thank you for a wonderful weekend.”
“Why the fuck do I feel like I’m being dismissed?” I grab her and bring her to me. “I’ll call you later.” Her eyes change from the light to a dark, and I kiss her. Her mouth opens for me as our tongues meet again. We kiss until the door opens, and she slips out of my arms.
The doorman welcomes her home, and she smiles at him. She walks into the building with the man beside her as she rolls her luggage. She never once looks back, making me miss her even more.
I walk into my own house twenty minutes later, dumping my bag on the table in the middle of the room. “Welcome home.” I look up to see Lizzie standing on the second floor, leaning against the railing.
“Hey,” I say to her, picking up the paper she left for me there.
The door opens to the left as she gets out of the elevator. “How lazy did that make me look?”
“You would have been here faster if you took the stairs.” I laugh and look up at her. She just watches me as I walk toward the kitchen. “Did you leave me any food?” I look over my shoulder, knowing she always raids my fridge when I’m gone.
“If you are asking me if I touched your disgusting healthy meals,” she says, sitting on one of the stools at the counter. “That woul
d be a no.”
I laugh, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a black plastic bowl to pop into the microwave. Lizzie has gotten up and is making herself a coffee. She looks over at me. “How was New York?”
“Good,” I say, not giving her any details.
“Did you end up meeting Laurene while you were there?” I shake my head as I eat. “Are you telling me that you stayed in New York all weekend long with Becca?”
“I’m not telling you anything.” I don’t look over at her. I’m not ready for this conversation with her. I’m not ready to share whatever I had with Becca with anyone.
“Oh my God,” she says, slapping the counter. “You have lost your mind.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask, confused.
“You had sex with Becca,” she says, and I don’t confirm it. “Do you really think that was the best decision?”
“I don’t know what it has to do with anything,” I say, ignoring the burning in my stomach.
“It has to do with the fact you guys work together,” she says. “How is that going to work?”
“Number one, we don’t work together.” Lizzie’s face says it all. “Okay, we work together sometimes.”
“Seven,” Lizzie says to me. “She is the agent to seven players on your team.”
“And?” I say, shocked that I didn’t know that.
“I just think that there is a line in the sand, and you crossed it,” she says, and I shrug my shoulders. “So what happens now?”
“Nothing,” I say. “I’m here. She’s there.” I ignore the pang of missing her.
“So you guys are going to what, pretend you haven’t done the nasty with each other every single time?” She takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s going to be awkward.”
“It’s only awkward if you make it that way. We are two consenting adults who spent the weekend together. No one needs to know anything more than that.”
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