“Don’t read too much into this,” I mutter a beat before we collide once more.
I have no idea if she was able to hear it, or make it out, but fuck, I feel better for saying it.
“Never. You never need to worry about tomorrow morning with me,” she confesses, letting me know she heard every word the second I drag my lips from hers in favour of her neck. “Yes,” she breathes, her head falling to the side to give me more space.
I suck and bite the sensitive skin, ensuring I leave enough marks behind that when she does wake up without me tomorrow, she knows exactly who was here. Why her blood is buzzing with the rush of endorphins and her muscles ache in the way that only comes from mind-blowing sex.
Wrapping my fingers around the hem of her top, I drag it over her head and discard it on the floor before I go for her strapless bra, allowing that to fall at our feet in favour of sucking her nipples into my mouth greedily.
“Nico,” she cries, her fingers sinking into my hair as I lave at one of her breasts while squeezing the other in my hand, pinching her nipples until it has to hurt. “Oh shit. Please.”
“Keep begging like a filthy little whore, Miss Andrews, and you might just get what you want.”
“Don’t,” she chastises, although it’s seriously lacking the fire I’m sure she was hoping for. “N-not here.”
My eyes hold hers as I continue. They’re dark and hold the promise of all the things I want.
Standing tall once more, I step closer, letting her breasts brush against my chest.
“Ni—”
“Shut the fuck up, Siren.”
I crash my lips to hers once more, licking into her mouth as if I’ll die without her.
To be fair, with how these past few weeks have been, there is a chance I might.
Her hands roam around my body, making my skin prickle with desire, my need for her escalating to the point I wonder if I’m gonna blow in my pants.
She might have taken the edge off this all-consuming, toxic thing we’ve got going on in Theo’s bathroom, but I’m pretty sure my cock has forgotten all about it.
A violent shudder rips through me as her fingers brush my lower stomach, and she tugs at my fly.
“Desperate for my cock again?” I murmur into our kiss.
“Don’t read too much into it,” she says, stealing my previous line. “It’s the only part of you I like,” she confesses, sinking to her knees and dragging my trousers and boxers down my legs.
My cock springs free, rock hard with precum leaking from the tip as if I haven’t been touched in a month.
Abandoning my jeans around my knees, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and leans forward, licking up the precum. Her eyes close as she savours it, and fuck if my chest doesn’t inflate at the sight.
“Filthy whore,” I groan a beat before she sinks down on my length, taking all of me right to the back of her throat. Something no other girl I’ve ever been with has done before. It makes my head fucking spin.
My hips thrust forward the second she pulls back and my grip on her hair tightens, holding her on me.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve come down your throat, Siren.”
Her watery eyes stare up at me, and despite being unable to talk with her lips straining against my width, I can almost hear her agreement.
I fuck her throat like a savage. Every thrust of my hips banishes the demons that keep dragging me back down into the darkness of despair.
Tears stream down her face, dark make-up staining her cheeks as she takes my cock like a pro.
My grip on her hair must be unbearable, but I’m powerless to release it as I race toward the end.
“Fuck. Siren. Fuck,” I bark, my booming voice echoing around my silent flat. “Fucking addicted to having you on your knees,” I confess without any thought. “Fucking love it. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUCK.”
My cock jerks as I shoot ropes of cum down her throat, and she doesn’t disappoint, swallowing it all down.