I wanted to ask him if he was okay, but that wasn’t what this night was. We were practically strangers, slaking a lust. We weren’t going to talk about our damned feelings. We were going to fuck. He’d even demanded less conversation. So why couldn’t my thoughts get on board with the plan?
I reached down to shift my cock into a more comfortable position, but before my hand got there, Nico’s hand gripped my wrist.
“Nuh-uh,” he grumbled. “Mine.”
I felt my lips turn up in a grin and leaned back to look at him. His face was flushed pink, but I wasn’t sure if it was left over from his orgasm or new blushing from his possessive statement.
“Yours, huh? Well, what are you going to do about it?” I teased.
“I’m waiting for Mr. Controlling Bastard to follow through with all that cocky talk about taking me.” His voice was the same sultry one that had spoken straight to my dick since almost the first moment we’d met.
I didn’t take the time for a snarky or even flirty response to his challenge. I simply grabbed him and flipped him over onto his front, shoved his knees under him and opened up the most perfect rounded ass cheeks I’d ever had the good fortune to lay my hands on.
And then I put my mouth on him again, turning his smart-ass mouth into a babbling fountain of garbled nonsense.
Chapter 17
Nico
Oh.
Ohhhh.
That was exactly what I’d been waiting for. Someone to take fucking charge of me and shove my face into the mattress. My ass was in the air, in West’s mouth even, before I realized I was no longer nestled in the curve of his neck.
“Yes,” I hissed into the soft bedding under my face. This was more like it. Fucking. I could do the fucking. Yes, let’s get back to just the fucking.
His tongue seemed like it was everywhere on my ass, wet and strong and biting. A finger lightly brushed the guiche piercings, and I almost shot off right then. Just the idea of him playing with me there made my head spin. I felt him lean away for a moment and heard the table rattling beside the bed before he was back. This time his fingers were slick and cool and toyed with my hole until, once again, I was begging like a fool.
“Hurry,” I gasped. “Want to feel you.”
He leaned over my back as his fingers seduced my entrance. I felt the roughness of his whiskered cheek against my jaw as he snuck in a kiss to my chin. “You want my cock, Nico?”
Only desperation kept me from rolling my eyes. Of course I wanted his fucking cock, was he crazy?
“Fuck, fuck,” is what came out of me instead as his skilled finger grazed just the right spot and sent a shudder through me. “Do that again,” I said on a long groan.
His fingers stretched me with gentle strength, and I got lost for a moment in the thought of those doctor hands. Long, capable fingers and intimate knowledge of the human body. Clearly the man knew what was where.
I felt him shift on the bed beside me, and I turned back to watch him roll on a condom. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and his thick blond hair was sticking up all over the place. West Wilde was hot as fuck. The kind of hot that meant he could just wink at any human being and have them begging for his cock. And there I was getting ready to take it.
He looked up and met my eyes, quirking his brow in question. I quickly turned my face back around and buried it in the thick comforter. Strong, warm hands smoothed up and down my back before squeezing my ass and pulling me open again. Only this time instead of his mouth or fingers, it was that fat cock pressing in, and I clenched with last-minute nerves. Griff had been right. I didn’t usually bottom. It was too intimate, too vulnerable.
His body came back down over my back and his soothing voice was back in my ear. “Shh, it’s okay. Let me in, baby. Please.”
The feel of his solid warmth around me and his gentle hands rubbing appreciatively along my skin were my undoing. I shoved back into him suddenly, forcing it before either of us had a chance to overthink it or be sweet about it any further. We both grunted and groaned in response and began rocking together naturally after the initial shock.
West’s strong arm came around my chest and held me tightly to him as he thrust in and out. My own arm reached up to the headboard to keep me from bumping up into it—the other arm reached back over my shoulder to the back of West’s head to keep him close.