Facing West (Forever Wilde 1) - Page 81

My face turned hot, and I looked down at what I was wearing.

Sure enough.

Sex pants.

Chapter 32

West

When I answered the doorbell, Nico was standing on the stoop looking very uncomfortable. He was balancing a white bakery box in one hand and a bottle of wine in another. A large document folder was wedged under one arm.

“Hey, let me help you with some of this,” I said, reaching out for the box and the bottle of wine. “You didn’t have to bring anything.”

“I know.”

He followed me upstairs to my place and set the folder on the kitchen table before shucking off his jacket. As he turned to hang it on a hook by the door, I saw his adorable round butt perfectly packaged in a tight pair of black leather pants. Dear god. I wanted to squeeze it. Or bite it. Probably squeeze it first, and then bite—

“What’re you doing?” he asked with a flirty quirk of a brow.

“Huh?”

“You were checking out my ass.”

“Well, to be fair, have you seen your ass in those pants?”

Nico turned around this way and that in an effort to catch sight of his butt. It didn’t look like he was succeeding, but it sure was cute watching him try.

“C’mere,” I said, reaching out for him. He grinned up at me and stepped in close so I could get my hands on him and pull him in tight. My gaze landed on the delicate hoops that always drove me crazy in his lips, and I felt my tongue come out to wet my own lip in response. “Thank you for coming over,” I murmured before running the tip of my tongue along his lip.

His hands came around my waist and held on tight to the fabric of my shirt against my back. I didn’t want him grabbing my shirt. I wanted him grabbing me. All I could think about was getting him naked beneath me again. I could hardly catch my breath from wanting him.

Our kisses turned feverish, and his leg pressed between mine until he used his hip to roll across my cock.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “I hope you’re not hungry.”

“Not in the least bit,” Nico said before nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Unless, of course, you wanted me to answer with something cheesy like ‘My ass is hungry for your cock,’ because that is also accurate.”

There was really no more need for words. I grabbed at his clothes and pulled them up, down, and off until I had a completely naked Nico Salerno panting in my kitchen. I was still fully dressed, and something about the contrast made me even hotter than I thought possible.

I spun him around until he faced my heavy wooden kitchen table, and I tilted him forward until his hands came out to support his weight on the hard surface. His bare ass jutted out, pushing into the front of my pants. I couldn’t help but run my hands from his rounded shoulders down all that ink to his colorful ass cheeks.

“Bend all the way over and put your chest on the table, Nico.”

My cock was leaking in my underwear, and if I didn’t free it soon, it was going to choke itself to death against my fly.

Nico did as I said and laid himself face first on my kitchen table, ass presented to me like Christmas fucking morning and all mine for the taking.

I ran my hands over the rounded muscular cheeks and squeezed. A groan rumbled through me as I reached for my belt and began unbuckling.

While I worked open the front of my pants, I leaned over to run my tongue along his spine, moving wet kisses over the indentations above his ass down to the meaty flesh below. I bit gently into him with my teeth before soothing the spot with soft kisses.

Once my own cock was blessedly free, I dropped to my knees and used my hands to press him open.

“West,” he breathed.

I sucked my own thumb into my mouth, coating it with spit before pressing it onto Nico’s hole and rubbing firm circles into his crinkled skin.

“So sweet, Nico,” I murmured. I leaned in and ran my tongue over it, taking my time now that I had him exactly where I wanted him. “So fucking good.”

I teased him with my mouth and my fingers, alternating between his hole and the piercings leading to his balls. Every time I pressed my tongue against the rings, he hitched in a breath and moaned some more until his sounds became more irregular and desperate.

“Please, West,” he begged.

I smiled to myself, enjoying the process of peeling away his prickly outer shell and revealing the sensual, vulnerable man inside. The one I secretly hoped he reserved just for me.

“You want to come for me, sweetheart?” I murmured against his skin while sliding a spit-slicked finger inside him again and reaching for his prostate. He cried out when I found it.

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