It makes me want to hate him all the more.
Personality aside, he’s the perfect man. Gorgeous and unbelievably skilled in the bedroom. It’s just a shame he uses his mouth for anything other than licking my pussy.
With one hand gripping my hip to stop me shooting up the bed with his powerful thrusts, he skims the other up my stomach and grabs my breast, squeezing it with the perfect pressure.
“Fuck yes, clamp down on my dick, just like that. Fuck. Siren.”
Should I have let him drag me back here after he descended through the building like freaking Spiderman? No, probably not. I should have stood my ground and—
“Oh fuck, NICO,” I scream, every single thought apart from what he’s doing to my body right now falling from my head.
His thumb circles my clit so perfectly, I see fucking stars as he continues to thrust into me with steady, measured movements that make me climb higher and higher.
Sweat covers both our bodies as we move together in perfect sync.
In these moments, it’s like we were made to be together. Like we were meant to find each other, sent to set each other’s worlds on fire with this insane passion and desire to consume one another.
“Come for me, my filthy little whore,” he demands, his voice deep and raspy with desire, his eyes eating me up, taking me in as if this isn’t real.
Hell, it’ll be easier tomorrow if it’s not.
One more thrust and roll of his hips sends me crashing over the edge. Pleasure like only Nico is able to deliver races through my body, eradicating all my doubts, stress, and stupid fucking decisions. And it doesn’t fucking stop.
“Oh fuck, Siren. FUUUCK,” Nico growls, his cock jerking deep inside me before he spills his seed in my pussy and collapses on top of me.
We stay there in a heap of sweaty and panting bodies as our highs fade and reality begins to trickle back in.
“Stop it,” Nico demands, startling me.
“I’m not doing anything,” I argue with a delirious laugh.
“You are. You’re thinking. Stop it or leave.”
“I’m not allowed to think?”
“No, not unless you’re considering just how much you want to get on top and ride me.”
Another laugh tumbles free. I blame the orgasms for shattering the tension between us. “You just came.”
“And you’re just lying naked beneath me. But if you’re done and want to think, you know where the door is.”
“You’re a cunt,” I snap, forcing myself from beneath him and swinging my legs from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Fuck you, Nico. Fuck you.”
In a rush, I escape to the bathroom. In hindsight, I probably should have scooped up my clothes and ran for the front door. Fuck my nakedness or his cum that’s running down my thighs. Most of the people who might stumble across me have already seen it all.
Fucking hell, I really am a filthy whore.
Oh well. Shit could be worse.
I could be celibate and frustrated. Or stuck with one boring motherfucker with a tiny penis that he can’t even get up.
I swing the bathroom door closed behind me with a dramatic roar of anger, just in case Nico hadn’t already got the memo that he drives me fucking crazy any minute of the day that his cock isn’t inside me.
I ignore the toilet for a second in favour of the glass that’s sitting beside the sink, my desperation for a drink bigger than my need to clean up.