Page 78 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
The wetness was spreading. I had no control over my body anymore. I was completely in his hands.
I pressed myself to him and he pushed against me. It was like we both wanted to dissolve into each other.
Nico tugged my nipple with his mouth as he drew his face up to look at me.
“Fuck these clothes!” he growled and he did exactly what he’d promised.
Grabbing my dress by the front, he ripped it right down the middle. I heard the scratchy tearing sound in the air and I gasped from surprise. My dress was falling off me now, loosened by the deep gape he’d made with his bare hands.
Nico smiled softly now, as he pulled it down, helping me out of it.
“You shouldn’t have worn those tonight, because I’ll be ruining it too,” he claimed, tugging the strap of my panties. I bit down on my lip, waiting for him to do it.
But he didn’t. Maybe he felt bad about ruining my clothes?
Instead, he slowly slipped my panties down so that now I was standing in front of him, in nothing but my heels.
Nico stepped back to look at me. I flushed deeply under his admiring eyes. No other man was able to make me feel as beautiful as he did. I could have stood there in front of him all night. But the wetness was spreading between my thighs. There were so many things he could do to me.
“Get down on the floor. On your knees,” he commanded and I saw him hold his cock. He was beginning to stroke it. He was pleasuring himself while he watched me.
I did as I was told. I got down on my knees in front of him and craned my neck to look into his eyes.
Nico’s eyes were darkened and sparkling. As we looked at each other, Ava’s words returned to me. Was this man capable of real danger the way Ava claimed? Was he involved in things that could get me in trouble too?
I couldn’t rule it out. As much as I wanted Nico, as much as I knew every part of his body—I didn’t really know him. How could I be sure of what he was really capable of?
He watched me with his heavy lidded eyes, with his darkened taut face. He was stroking himself in front of me and then he started drawing closer. I stared at his cock, the way the tip glistened with his pre-cum. I gulped and licked my lips. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel his cock.
Nico was guiding his cock closer to my mouth and I parted my lips.
“Good girl,” I heard him say and then gently, his cock grazed my lips. I widened my mouth even more and his cock slipped into my mouth.
I moaned as I felt him sliding in, the length and strength of his enormous cock. It stretched my mouth and I liked it. I liked the way I thought was in control now. I started sucking.
I felt Nico’s hand on the back of my head. I was staring up at him, while my mouth sucked and licked. His cock thrust in and out of my mouth, I could barely reach halfway. He was too big for me.
I could feel my clit throbbing too. My pussy getting wetter with every passing moment. Nico pushed and thrust himself in my mouth, while keeping his hands on my head; holding me in place.
I had him in my mouth. Nico was the vulnerable one here…and yet, I felt like he had me under his thumb. Even in this moment. He grunted with every thrust, slowly pushing himself off the edge. Till I saw it in his eyes that he was about to come.
Nico pulled himself out with a jerk, grabbing his cock with one hand and continuing to stroke.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
I didn’t. I remained on my knees, gasping and panting. Nico walked over behind me and I waited for the moment. He was going to be inside me and I would feel content again.
His large warm hands were on my butt now and he positioned himself over me. Our bodies were pressed together, his chest was on my back. His weight was heavily weighing me down but I kept myself up.
Nico’s cock was rubbing against my butt now, as he guided himself. His legs were parted, strong and powerful. With one hand, he positioned his cock right where he wanted it and then…he thrust.
I cried out as my body was propelled forward. In the same motion, my pussy folds parted and I seemed to suck him in. Nico pushed himself deep into me. I could feel his length fit snugly inside me. His cock was stroking that spot deep in me that was going to set my orgasm in motion.
He pulled himself out and in the same breath, he rammed into me again. I moaned and gasped. With each thrust, I felt dizzier. Closer to coming.
With one hand on my butt, he reached his other hand to my front. Winding his muscular arm around my torso. He was rubbing my swollen clit, bringing me to my orgasm quicker. At the same time, he kept pounding my pussy.
I called out his name…shouting it out the way he wanted me to at the theatre. I couldn’t hold back. I knew I was going to come.
With his cock thrusting in and out of me and his fingers on my clit, I finally erupted. His name was on my lips. I was panting, gasping for air. I came like an explosion and I felt him release too.
Once again, we were one body. Moving and writhing and shaking together as we came. I could feel Nico shoot into me, he was filling me with his cum. I could feel the sticky fluid of both of our cum mixed and sliding down the insides of my thighs.
Nico didn’t stop thrusting into me. He didn’t stop pounding until finally, I was completely out of breath and collapsed down on the floor. Nico fell on me too, covering me with his body. I was entirely ensconced under him. His hot breath was in my hair, falling on my ears.
“God! Kennedy! You’re so fucking unbelievable. I can’t keep my hands off you,” he grunted as we lay like that on the floor.
I could feel a smile spreading on my face. For now, this would have to be enough. Our bodies tangled up together. I couldn’t be bothered to worry about what would happen next. Where we were going from here.
I was out of breath and satisfied underneath him and that was all that mattered to me in that instance.
Chapter 13
Nico
I should have just got up and left.
The sex was done, I was satisfied and I was sure my body wouldn’t crave for Kennedy for at least another few hours. That would give me enough time to make it back to my place in one piece.
Instead, when Kennedy moved from underneath me, I rolled over and then kept lying on her floor.
Things were supposed to be casual between us, just about the sex. But I asked her if she had more of that whisky.
Kennedy nodded her head and smiled weakly. I watched as she stood up and walked to the kitchen. I couldn’t get enough of her nakedness. Of how beautiful she looked without any clothes on. Just as gorgeous as she looked wearing them.
I sat up and ran a hand through my ruffled damp hair. My body was still recovering from the sweaty sex.
She returned with the bottle this time and sat down cross-legged in front of me. I took the bottle from her and drank some of the whisky. She took it from me and drank some too.
“That was a great show. We should go to the opera more often!” she exclaimed. There was a laugh dancing on her lips and I stared at her.
I couldn’t help but laugh. She made me smile. She made me want to smile all the time and in that moment, I’d forgotten about everything that was going wrong with my life.
“Sorry about that. I guess you wanted to watch the performance,” I told her as she handed the bottle back to me.
“It’s okay, I guess we can go again,” she shrugged her shoulders.
The moment the words left her mouth, her cheeks turned red. She looked away from me, embarrassedly.
“I didn’t mean you should ask me out again. I mean, you don’t have to. I know we’re not technically dating,” she corrected herself quickly.
I watched her in silence for a few moments. Kennedy was refusing to meet my eyes. I could sense that she regretted saying it. She didn’t want me to think that she wanted more than just sex.
It should have annoyed me.
She’d agreed to this. I’d warned her already that I couldn’t give her more.
However, for some reason
, it didn’t annoy me. Instead, I nodded my head and smiled at her.
“No, I think you’re right. Maybe we can go some other time. I’ll keep an eye out for some good shows,” I replied.
Kennedy looked up at me and our gazes locked. In her green eyes was a hopeful look. What was she hoping for? That maybe I could give her what she really wanted? Not just what she was pretending to want?
I stood up from the floor and walked over to her couch and crashed down.
“Anything interesting on TV?” I asked, picking up the remote control that was lying next to me. Kennedy was smiling now, she was still sitting on the floor but there was a look of surprise in her eyes. She wasn’t expecting me to stay.
***
I’d spent the night at Kennedy’s apartment. We’d gone to sleep on the couch, watching some old film on TV. I’d woken up with my arms tightly wound around her and her head on my chest.
In the morning, she was in a rush to get to work and I left before breakfast. My mind was all jumbled up. I was confused about everything that was happening. I wasn’t supposed to be spending this much time with her. I definitely wasn’t supposed to be falling asleep on the couch with her either.
I drove back to my apartment to shower and change. When I checked my phone there were several missed calls from my father. He needed to me to make an appearance at the job site we were working on.
Things had been excessively cold between us in the past few days. Unless we talked it out, I could sense things only getting worse. But I didn’t expect my dad to talk. The only thing he knew to do was pick fights and wield his power and control over everyone. Including me.
