Wild Tendy (IceCats 2)
“It’s refreshing.”
“Funny, I was thinking that about you,” he says, kissing the side of my mouth. “Aviva, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your scars. You should be proud. They make you who you are. A strong, beautiful, intelligent, breathtaking woman. You can do and have anything you want.”
Oh, I want to believe him so badly. Not the strong and beautiful part, but the “do and have anything” part. If that were true, I wouldn’t be in debt. I wouldn’t have a father who wants to keep me in the poorhouse, and I would have implants so I could feel like a woman. A woman who can attract someone like Nico. I know I am here, I know I’m in his arms, but I still feel like it’s all a dream. That we’ll go at it and it will be glorious, but then it’ll be over.
“Can I be honest with you now?”
I meet his gaze as my fingers trail over his lips. “Do you know how to be anything else?”
He sends me a smirk. “True,” he chuckles, but then his chuckle dies off. “I’m really weird about mess and fluids.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t like to come on you or anything like that. Chandler and Amelia said I need to be honest with the person I sleep with. And instead of freaking out on you when you wipe my come on my bed, I thought I’d be honest and let you know I don’t like that. So, if you need a towel, I can get one now—”
“Nico.”
He pauses, and goodness, he looks embarrassed. “Yeah?”
“I’m not a fan of come on me either. It’s cool. If we can keep the come in the condom, that would be awesome. I can let you know when I’m about to if you go down on—”
“No. I love doing that. I just don’t like mine all over you.”
Never in my life did I think I would have this conversation. “Okay, that’s no problem.”
“I know it’s stupid—”
I cup his jaw, and I press my lips to his to stop him from talking. I don’t want to talk about it; I just want to do it. His mouth is downright dangerous against mine as it moves along my neck and down my throat. I feel him so hard against my leg, and God, I want him. He runs his mouth along my collarbone, sliding his tongue over the dip as his hands clutch my hips. I tense up when I feel him moving down my chest. I start to feel self-conscious, but when he rakes his teeth down the center of my chest, gone is everything but pure pleasure. I arch up, a guttural yell coming deep from inside me. Mike never kissed my chest—he always ignored it—but Nico does no such thing.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mutters against my skin, and my heart is out of control.
Desire swirls in my gut, and I feel as if I could come right here, right now. As he dips his tongue into my belly button, he unfastens my skirt and then pulls it off along with my thong. He throws my clothes to the floor with ease. I watch as he gets up on his knees, reaching over to his nightstand. I sit up, undoing his pants and unleashing a swollen cock that is bigger than any cock I have ever seen. I may be biased since he has been really kind to me, but holy mother of penises, Nico is hung. I blink twice, maybe four times, as I run my fingers along the engorged flesh. He’s thick and long, a double whammy.
I lift him into my hand, and while I’m nervous since I haven’t had a cock in my mouth in a very long time, I find myself wanting to please him. I want him to feel as good as I feel. He jumps when my mouth surrounds his head, and when he slips his hand into my hair, I slide my tongue around him.
I’m rewarded with a “Fuck yes” that has my toes curling against the bedspread. I hold him at the base before I move my mouth up and down him. I mix a little tongue and a little teeth, and by the sound of it, I think I’ve still got it. When my name falls from his lips in such a tortured way, my heart soars. I’d forgotten how much I like doing this. I really have a rhythm going, but then he stops me.
“As much as I want to blow right here, I really want to be inside you.”
I lick my lips. “I want that too.”
“Good, ’cause if we do it this way, I’m gonna need a sandwich and a nap before I’m ready for round two.”
I grin up at him as he sheaths himself. “A sandwich, huh?”