“Make love to me, Nico,” I whisper. “Please.”
I let out a gasp as he pushes into me, his thick cock stretching me like a glove. His thrusts are slow and deep, his hips rocking against me. I lock my ankles around him, urging him closer. My fingers press into his hips, keeping him cocooned inside of me. He swivels his hips, in the way that always drives me over the brink of sanity. He trails his hands down the side of my torso, caressing every inch of my overly stimulated body. Then he puts one finger in his mouth, reaches around and grasps my ass, squeezing one cheek and then the other before he grazes the tight ring of muscle between them. I let out a yelp as he inserts the finger. My pussy clenches immediately, and my body rockets to that place where only he can take me.
Sparks of euphoria ignite in my core. “Harder! Oh my God, Nico, fuck me harder!”
Nico pumps his cock deeper and harder, growling through his own orgasm. Rays of blinding white light flicker behind my eyelids and I can no longer see. Or think. Or hear. I can only feel. And it’s amazing.
Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I register a muffled creak and low voices. My eyes fly open and I gasp, clutching Nico’s waist.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Nico! What the hell…who in the motherfuck is that?” Max’s voice pierces the otherwise blissful sounds of our marathon sex session. He flips on the light switch and narrows his eyes. “You fucking bastard! I knew you could never keep your dick in your pants, you sonofabitch! What the fuck about my sister? I said I’d kill you if you fucked around on her!” He grabs a lamp from another table and, like a possessed and rabid predator, he lunges for Nico, lamp in hand and ready to strike.
“Max, stop!” I scream. “It’s me!”
He lands on top of Nico, the lamp about an inch away from bludgeoning the man I love.
I yank off my wig, bobby pins flying in all directions. “See? It’s me!”
Max’s eyes widen, and he covers his mouth as he gags. “Christ Almighty, not again. I don’t know what’s fucking worse. Seeing you fuck some random chick or seeing you nail my sister wearing a wig and fuck-me heels. The last time that shit gave me nightmares for months, you assholes!” He throws the lamp to the floor and rakes a hand through his hair. A quick glance at the door confirms that we have an audience. A tall blonde model-type is twisting her hands around, not sure where to look or what to say.
I crack a smile at her. “He’s not actually a complete lunatic.”
She grins and gives a little shrug. “We can’t all be perfect, right?”
“Dude, will you get the fuck off of me now?” Nico pushes Max away with his foot.
“I’m tired of seeing your ass, man.” Max jumps off the bed and grabs the girl by the wrist. “Let’s try to forget we ever saw any of that, okay?”
“I love you!” I call out.
He flips us off and slams the door shut.
My jaw drops. “Holy shit, can you believe he almost took you out for the second time?”
Nico scrubs a hand down his face and collapses on the bed next to me. “Your brother has some pretty fucking serious rage issues, you know that?”
I nod and lie on his chest, tucked under his neck. It’s the most comfortable spot in the entire world. “I guess I never have to worry about you cheating on me as long as good ol’ Max is around.”
“I know things have been strained lately, babe.” He cups my face with his hand. “But you never have to worry about anything with our relationship.”
I let out a sigh and trace the outline of his pec. “I worry about everything, Nico. I want you to be honest with me. I can handle it.”
“Is that why you came down here? To talk?”
“Well, yeah. But then I kind of got sidetracked with…” I wave my hand around. “…all of the action out there. I got caught up, and we never actually got to the talking part.” I roll off of him and lean on my elbows. “This place is unreal. We have to come back here again together. I really want to…you know, try some stuff.” Her cheeks turn pink and she flashes a devious smile at me. “Like, in public.”
“Really?” My cock thickens at the mere thought of her being turned on by this place.
“Yes. And soon.” She winks at me. “Hey, how did you find me down here, anyway?”
He smirks. “You really think you were just gonna waltz in here and fly under the radar?”
“So you really did spot me in the crowd?”
“Nah, I knew you were in here because I have a GPS tracker installed in that watch on your wrist.”
I stare down at my brand-new, diamond-encrusted Tag Heuer. “You put a tracker on me?”
His expression darkens again. “I can’t take the risk that you’ll be taken again. It’s my way of protecting you.”