“AND WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU want me to do, Lily?” Nico’s grip around my arm tightens, sending the galloping patter of my pulse straight into my bikini bottoms.
Fuck me.
Where, how, and why did I decide to provoke him? Especially after he acted like a prick with Diego. It’s as if some deep part of me was counting down the seconds to vocalize the demand.
But normal people don’t ask their friends to help them with their spells of s*xual frustration. Not even after hours of being touched, teased, and swallowing enough drinks to loosen their inhibitions and, obviously, their moral compass.
“Nothing, I didn’t mean it,” I lie.
“Who’s all mouth now?” The signature Nico grin spreads across his face: cocky, self-important, and all too confident.
I trace my eyes over his bottom lip’s full shape and swallow. “You wouldn’t even be able to do anything.”
The throbbing in my core disagrees. Let him show you exactly what those hands of his can make you feel.
“I beg to differ,” he quips.
“You’ve been practically pleading on your knees since we landed.”
Nico leans closer, keeping my arm firmly behind my back, and brushes a fallen strand of hair out of my eyes.
“Is that what you want, Lily? For me to beg for it?”
He connects his mouth to the curve of my jaw, grinding his teeth against my skin. I suck in a shallow breath.
This is absolute torture.
Nico smells like bottled firelight, a mixture of cedarwood, leather, and musk. Intoxicating, yet comforting. My bones practically crumble as I drink in the smoke of his skin. Against my will, my hips send a desperate roll into the firmness of his body.
I’m weak.
“Is this one of your moves? A failed kidnapping?”
Nico straightens, pulling away from the nook of my neck. I rise on my toes, trailing after his touch. “I never have to use any of my moves on you.” How is every single word coming out of his mouth entirely dripping with s*x? Nico could rattle off different flavors of ice cream and I’d still
helplessly melt in his hands.
His confidence teeters on arrogance, but it’s irresistible. “I want to see one of the signature Nico plays.”
“You want me to hit on you?” He drops his grasp around me.
I’m thankful for the iota of sanity keeping me from climbing all six feet of him. More accurate to say seven feet, if you count the package strapped in his shorts.
“You were obviously jealous of Diego flirting with me. Make up for it.” “I don’t get jealous.”
“Of course not. Just randomly possessive the first time I want to hook up with someone on this trip.” I walk away from him, heading toward the hammocks. I try to brush off the simmering feel of his touch.
“We should’ve fucked when we met,” Nico calls out, his footsteps trailing behind me. “Gotten each other out of our systems, and then we wouldn’t be acting like this every time we’re alone.”
“I don’t sleep with people I’m close to,” I remind him.
“That’s exactly what fucking people is, Lily. I would’ve thought you’d be more experienced.”
There isn’t a response I can give him. He’s not wrong. But mixing feelings with s*x always makes things complicated.
“Look, you want me to be honest? I hated when Diego was touching you.”
My heart launches into my throat.
I stop and turn toward him. “Sounds like jealousy to me.” “Since you’re such an expert, do friends get jealous?” “They shouldn’t.”
“You look so pretty tonight, Lily. It almost hurts being around you.” “What?”
“You heard me.” He closes the remaining distance between us and raises his palm to bracket my neck. “Let me give you a release. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than that.”
Would it be such a bad idea to let him live up to all of his claims? Just once?
The aching throb between my legs refuses to let up. I nod, answering my own question or answering his request. I don’t know or care which one it is.
In an instant, Nico’s mouth finds mine.
Our tongues explore each other as though they’ve been forcefully separated and are reuniting after an age. I tug the strands of hair at his nape each time his lips make me moan.
How someone kisses has always been a benchmark for how they act in bed. The way Nico entirely devours me forces the concern that if we ever sleep together, I’ll be an addict constantly looking for a fix.
When we first kissed, I was fighting to control the situation. Now, I’m eager for him to take the lead.
“I know you look at me the way I look at you,” he whispers and reluctantly pulls away.
“How exactly am I looking at you?”
“Like you want me to be the one suffocating you with compliments as your pussy wraps around my fingers.” His mouth snakes down my neck.
I swallow. Hard. It’s officially game over.
He bends down and lifts me into his embrace. I wrap both of my legs around his torso, digging my hands into his shoulders. The collision of our lips is wild. Nico’s fingers tug on the knot of my bikini top, and I yank at the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt.
We’re only a few yards away from the rest of the party.
“Someone could find us here,” I say unconvincingly. The wetness between my legs glides over the generous hardness in his shorts.
“Would you like me to stop?”
No.
Definitely not.
“I don’t wanna get caught,” I blurt out, failing to keep my cool.
“As long as you’re not any louder than you’ve been at the hotel.”
An unexpected tickle of embarrassment stings my cheeks. There’s no way I haven’t been discreet. “I’m not that loud.”
“Sure, and I don’t stay up listening.”
His admission drowns me with another tempestuous wave of desire. Anticipation floods my veins. At least my fantasies about him have been mutual.
Realization hammers me again. I’m reaching a point of no return. I make my final plea. “This is such a bad idea.”
The devil incarnate stares at me through Nico’s eyes. “Want me to convince you it isn’t?”
“Yes.” So badly.
A wicked smile drags across his face. He lowers me on a nearby hammock, taking a seat beside me, and the fabric strains beneath our weight. Our mouths lock with their previous hunger—the same sharp teeth and bruising lips. I fear I’ll never be truly satiated, no matter how much I taste.
Nico roughly pinches my nipples, sparking my neurons as though I’m being stroked by a live wire. Then his tongue circles each aching point, over and over.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Lily, you’re never gonna want to leave.”
“Are you confident you know how?” I helplessly muster up some challenge in my voice because it can’t be that simple.
I’m not one orgasm away from losing my sanity. Am I? Maybe.
“If you want me to do something else in the future, you can show me how you fuck yourself.” His touch is a kaleidoscope of colors swirling through my body. “But right now, I’m very confident I can devote myself to every inch of you.”
“What else?”
“You are”—Nico returns his lips to my ear—“lethal.”
The word is so carefully chosen, it causes my core to tense. “And?”
I reach for the rock-hard erection in his shorts, stroking him. I wouldn’t have guessed he was this well-endowed from my lingering glances at his bulge. Of course he has some kind of magical monster cock that will probably put me in thrall for him.
For fuck’s sake. Things can never be easy, can they?
Nico glances down at me, prying my hand off his strained length. “I made you a promise when we kissed, remember?” The words come out of him with a struggle.
I try to suppress the self-satisfaction flooding my bloodstream. “Remind me.”
Nico’s skilled hands return to mapping out the pleasure points across my flesh. Each touch is followed by a pattern of teeth, tongue, and lips.
“I’m at your service.”
No use arguing. I writhe beneath his touch. My hands grasp the back of his neck, trying to pull him as close as possible. Nico reaches over from his seat beside me, parting my legs with one of his hands, and I let him.
How does he have enough limbs to touch every part of my body that’s craving attention?
“I get why women throw themselves at you.”
Nico leaves the spot next to me and kneels in the sand before me. “Hmm?”
“You’re good at showing someone you want them.” My eyes land on the night sky, painted with stars like the ones from the first night we kissed.
“There’s no one I’ve ever wanted as much as you.”
Nico’s teeth sink into the tender flesh of my inner thigh, and a rocket of pleasure launches deeper into my core.
“Tell me another lie.”
He pulls down the ruined bikini I forgot I was wearing. “No lies.” “Then another truth.” I breathe heavily.
He traces the wetness trickling down my legs. My hips follow his exploration.
“I’ve thought about this a lot.”
Nico harshly fists the roots of my hair. I can’t process any of his words.
Ugh. That feels too good.
He slowly strokes anywhere and everywhere that isn’t the tight bundle of nerves between my thighs. He drags my mouth to his, coaxing heavy moans out of me one by one. Until he lifts his wandering hand to my lips.
“Can you be a good girl for me, Lil, and run your pretty tongue over my fingers?” My heart stops. “I don’t want to wait until your wicked mouth goes dry because you can’t stop screaming my name.”
I lick my lips before opening my mouth for him. Nico gently nudges his fingers inside, a contrast to the absolute filth coming out of him, and I caress the skin with my tongue.
“I could finish from the sight of you taking me like that, sweet girl.” He retreats, and I crave the fullness again.
“Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened to me,” I admit. “Forget every other time before this.”
Nico uses his soaked hand to tease my clit with languid strokes. The entire night has turned into an endless span of foreplay. I have no desire to act coy.
I spread my knees farther apart and wrap my hand around his wrist before centering him at my saturated entrance.
“Can you really keep your promise?” My vision is entirely red. “I’m on my knees, aren’t I?”
“Then make me come so hard, I actually do forget every other time before this.”
Nico’s grin is fueled by something other than playfulness this time. He stitches his lips with mine, sending his fingers inside me, and I whimper. He circles his thumb on my clit. The quivering rush of an orgasm begins to rip at each vertebra in my spine.
Fuck. Am I really about to collapse from a few thrusts of his hand? “Don’t stop, Nico,” I moan.
His roaming hand almost bruises my skin as the other continues fingering my pussy. I shudder beneath his possessive touch.
It’s been so long since someone touched me like this. As if I were theirs.
As if they never wanted to stop.
“Are you already falling apart for me, Lily?”
I really am.
My walls tighten. The sound of my wetness mixes with the noise of the party until the familiar craving for release chokes air out of my lungs.
“Nico,” I warn in a half yell, half moan once he strokes the sensitive spot buried inside me.
No compass, no map. How is this happening so fast?
“Eyes on me, princesa. I want to watch what I’ve dreamed about since I first laid my eyes on you.”
I toss myself off the brink. “Fuck.”
Each cell in my body lights up as the waves of pleasure tangle through my limbs. The orgasm is pure, never-ending bliss—so much better than my vibrator.
Nico’s free hand wraps around my throat, gently clasping my tender airway. He pulls my damp face to his own. “I’m going to tell you a secret, Lily,” he whispers.
The strokes of his fingers return even though I’ve barely finished the first rush of my climax.
My head tries to piece together a semblance of reality. I’ve surrendered to him. The only will I have left is rocking against the thrust of his hand.
“W–what?” The build of another orgasm collapses into my spine. There’s no way I can come again so soon. I haven’t before. Not even with myself.
Nico’s lustrous gaze pins me. “I’ve jerked myself raw to the sound of you coming through the walls of the hotel, but right now, watching you chase every bit of pleasure I give you, I’m fucking ruined.”
“Nico, I—” is all I manage to choke out as I crumble again. This climax spans even longer than the last one.
Nico uses the hand that tightened around my throat to brush sweat-damp hair from my eyes, then cups each of my breasts with affection.
“You come so quick for me, needy girl.” The words skip from his chest in self-satisfied laughter.
“Shut up.” The strum of my heart is so violent, I’m afraid I’ll faint.
My flesh shines beneath the soft, gentle kisses Nico plants on me. His uncompromising fingers slowly pace inside me again. I’m concerned he’s managed to carve his touch into my core.
“Let me see you do it one more time.” The demanding tone in his voice returns.
I don’t have enough willpower to protest. I may die.
Death by filthy, lust-filled orgasm. One after the other. “I–I don’t think I can,” I choke out.
“I’ve waited since the day we met to hear you scream my name. I want to hear it again.” He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth. I’m hypnotized by the way he savors the taste of me.
When he’s gotten his fill, Nico returns the pad of his thumb to the tender flesh of my clit, where he traces soft circles that send my body into another
state of ecstasy. I thrash against the taut fabric of the hammock, and concern sweeps in.
Am I about to lose a vital organ from how hard I’ve come?
“Yeah, beautiful.” Nico’s heavy whisper drops into my stomach. “Just like that.”
A prism of pleasure erupts in my vision. Specks of color and darkness blur the world together.
“The first two times weren’t enough?” I murmur but still chase after his touch.
“If I haven’t made it clear already”—he slides his fingers into me and curls them—“I’ll never get enough of you.”
