Page 77 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
I was staring at her. I was too hot and frustrated. She couldn’t just stop in the middle of this! I could still feel my cock throbbing and raging.
I grabbed her by the neck and yanked her to myself.
“You’re driving me crazy, woman!” I growled. She stared into my eyes, aware that she was the one in control now. Slowly, she drew herself away from me, then stared victoriously at the stage.
She was enjoying this! She was enjoying frustrating me. My eyes swooped over her body, breathing in the delicious sight of her.
While I stared at her, the lights suddenly came on in the theater. People around us were standing up and clapping. Kennedy stood up too and I followed. I had no idea what was happening, I had no clue how much time had passed.
Kennedy clapped, smiling at the actors on stage. She knew I was watching her, and she was enjoying keeping me waiting.
Before she’d even stopped clapping, I grabbed her wrist.
“We’re leaving,” I growled. She didn’t fight it. She allowed herself to be tugged away.
“It’s just the intermission!” she remarked.
“I don’t give a fuck about this opera. I need to fuck you,” I said.
Holding Kennedy tightly, I charged down the steps. She followed me out of the theatre and towards my parked car.
I opened the door and she gracefully sat in.
“Where are we going?” she asked, when I joined her in the car.
“To your place. Give me the address,” I said, revving up the engine.
She was the one watching me closely now. I knew she could see how charged up I was. How insane she was driving me. I just hoped that she couldn’t see what else I was beginning to want.
The need to have her with me all the time.
Chapter 12
Kennedy
This was the first time that Nico was at my apartment, and I was worried about what he thought of it. In the car, I could sense the electricity in the air. I thought I’d be interested in the opera, but with him there; I hadn’t been able to concentrate for a minute.
It was obvious that around each other; we had nothing else on our minds.
I took a breather when we walked into my apartment. Everything was happening so fast!
“I would have cleaned up around here if I knew you were coming,” I said, turning to look at him.
Nico was standing there with his hands in his pockets. In his tuxedo, he looked like a million dollars. His hair was neatly brushed back from his forehead, his gray eyes were piercing. I knew exactly what he looked like underneath all those clothes. I was one of the lucky ones.
“It looks fine, don’t worry about it, Kennedy,” he said. Nico’s voice was deep and growly. Even though some of that urgency had faded since the car ride, it was still palpable in the air between us. There was only one thing to do, but I wanted to wait. Just a few moments longer. Just enough to make this night last for some more time.
“Kennedy, I’m sorry I made you dress up and wear that beautiful thing, and now we’re here. I’m going to have to take it off you,” he said it mechanically. In a business-like tone.
I blushed deep when I heard him say it. He was apologizing for the trouble. It was no trouble! I’d dressed up for him. I’d bought another beautiful dress because I wanted him to want me. I shook my head.
“I don’t mind,” I said.
I was conscious of keeping some distance between us. Trying to prolong this moment. I was aware that we’d laid down some ground rules. No feelings, minimum conversation—our relationship was going to be all about sex and nothing else.
And yet, I couldn’t help but want something more. Anything, just a sliver of a conversation. I knew Ava was right. I’d be the one left hurt and miserable at the end of this. Men like Nico Rossi moved on quickly. In a few months, would he even remember me?
I watched as he took a step towards me. He was in the process of taking off his bowtie.
“I need you to undress, Kennedy,” he stated. In that same business-like tone. I gulped and nodded.
“Yes, I will…but first, would you like a drink?” I asked.
I whipped away from him, rushing into my kitchen. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me in.
My hands were shaking as I poured some whisky into two glasses. Why was I doing this? I knew I wouldn’t be able to make him stay longer than he wanted to. Once we had sex, this would be all over and Nico would be on his way. Then I’d spend the next few days waiting for another phone call or a text. This was what I’d signed up for.
When I returned to the living room with the two glasses, I saw that he was standing at the window. I watched him in silence for a few moments, saw the way his expansive shoulders rose and fell with every breath he was taking. He looked strong and handsome as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. Would some day, some girl be able to have him forever?
I cleared my throat for his attention and Nico turned to me. I could see it on his face that he had something on his mind.
“I didn’t know you drank whisky,” he said as I gave him a glass with trembling hands.
“I’m out of beer,” I replied and took a quick sip of my drink. Nico was watching me, his eyes flitting over the length of my body, breathing in the shape of me.
He took a sip.
“I’m sorry, it’s not great whisky. It’s the cheapest one I could get my hands on,” I apologized blushingly. Nico drank some more and shook his head.
“It’s fine, stop apologizing for things, Kennedy,” he added. His whisky was nearly over and he put the glass down on the coffee table. I watched as he took a step towards me and I backed away from him.
“There’s something on your mind,” he commented. I shook my head vigorously.
“Nothing…and even if there is, we decided to keep things light, remember?” I replied. Nico stopped in his tracks.
“Yes, I remember.”
“Then, I don’t have to tell you anything,” I said and smiled weakly at him.
His brows were crossed now, he was trying to assess my face.
“Okay, but if there’s something bothering you and you need me to leave, just say it,” he demanded. He wasn’t being arrogant, he was just stating a fact.
I drank some more of the whisky and felt the liquid pass burningly down my throat. It settled in my belly somewhere, spreading a warm glow. Liquid courage. I needed it tonight.
I’d spent the past three days daydreaming about this man and now he was standing in front of me. And within a few hours, he was going to be gone again. This was my
life now. It wasn’t casual and nor was it light. I shouldn’t have agreed to something I would fail miserably at.
“Nothing’s bothering me,” I lied and Nico breathed in deeply.
“Good, then take off your clothes, Kennedy,” he said.
I was eager for the sex. I could barely keep myself from shaking when he looked at me like that. However, at the same time, I knew that the more time we spent together, the more I wanted from him.
Eventually, I was going to go mad.
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I watched him take off his jacket and then his pants. It was like I was frozen to the spot. I couldn’t make myself move. I stared at him, at his chiseled delicious body coming into view.
Nico’s thighs were muscular and strong, just the way his broad biceps were flexed. His waist was narrow and his stomach flat. He sported his six pack abs effortlessly. His clothes were now lying in a heap on the floor. His cock throbbed between his legs.
I was still fully dressed.
“Come here,” he said, in a deep gruff voice. I felt hypnotized but his voice snapped me out of it. I took a few steps towards him and he closed the gap between us.
Grabbing my waist, he leaned me backwards while he kissed me. I had no other choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. I was sinking into that kiss. Every worry and trouble was chased out of my mind. The only thing I could do now was give myself up to him.
Nico’s tongue inside my mouth felt strong and confident. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he was going to do with that giant cock hanging between his legs.
As he kissed me, his other hand worked on the straps of my dress. He jerked them down my arms, peeling my dress off me. My breasts first sprang into view and he pulled his mouth away from me. He breathed in when he looked at them.
I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight and he pinched my left nipple. Rolling it achingly between his fingers. I felt out of breath as I watched him. He was watching me too. Staring at the effect he had on my helpless body.
When he lowered his face down towards my breasts, I knew I was done for. His lips clasped around my right nipple and he sucked. I writhed and gasped in his arms but he was holding me tightly to himself. I could feel the pressure of his cock between my own legs.
