Page 108 of Their Cruel Play
“You want to know exactly what I want to do to you?” He lowers his mouth over mine and kisses me, sucking gently at my lip, taking his time to just taste me. His hand moves up my body to my breast, and he slides his thumb over my nipple. He lifts his head, and I open my eyes.
“You still have a first to give. Just not one those guys care to take.” He teases my nipple, sending bolts of desire down to my pussy, making me squirm. “But I want it, sunshine.”
I open my eyes to him watching me. He’s making me feel vulnerable in a way I haven’t before. Even tied to a bench and being fucked, I had some level of control. It was still my decision to let them do that to me.
This feels different, like he’s asking for a part of me I’ve been holding back. He doesn’t just want my body. He wants a piece of my soul. And yes, I’ve given the guys little pieces of it before, but he’s asking for it. Not taking.
“Nico?”
He smiles. “I know you, Harper. I may have been gone for years, but you and I were not just little kids. We belonged to each other in a way you’ll never belong to them.”
He lowers his mouth over my breast and draws on my nipple. A low moan rises from my throat as he sucks and licks and caresses my breast. It’s not frantic or lust-filled. It’s tantalizing and enthralling.
It feels like he spends forever there until he kisses his way to the other breast. My hands clench at the bed rails, and my thighs fall open. Needy noises rise in my throat and I release them, trying to ease the ache, the need.
“Nico, please.” I squirm beneath his touch.
“Admit that I know you. That there’s something here that you don’t have with them.” He hovers over me, his dark eyes demanding.
My mouth opens and closes. Maybe. But I’m not giving them up for him, so what is he asking?
He smirks. “I’m not asking you to give them up or say you love me.”
He brushes his nose against mine, and tingles float along every nerve in my body.
“What do you want?” I blink up at him, so willing to release this tension winding its way through me. I’m almost to the point of begging, of giving him anything he wants.
“I’m not just a number. I’m not just a guy you tacked on because you used to be friends with me. You want me. Me now. Me then. All of me. Not just as a cock that can get you off but as something deeper. You need me to be part of this. You need me to open their eyes that this can be more.”
He searches my eyes with such sincerity that I break. My hands come down and thread into his hair as I turn into him, pressing my naked body against his.
“Nico, I want you. You.” I crash our lips together, and he rolls me onto my back.
He lifts my leg and his cock brushes my entrance before he eases inside me. I breathe out into his mouth, and he smiles against my lips. “You’re mine, Harper.”
I nod my head without relinquishing his lips as he rocks in and out of me, stoking the fire inside brighter and brighter. He’s so deep inside me. We’re tangled together in a mess of limbs. Our hips moving together to find release.
“Nico!” I break away from his mouth as my orgasm takes me over, spreading out to my limbs and pulsating on his cock.
“I’ve got you, sunshine.” He kisses my throat as he works me through my release, keeping me up in the sky with no way down.He draws out and slides all the way back inside, bringing me back to myself.
“One more, Harper. Together.” His forehead presses against mine. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and meet his as his finger slides over my clit, shooting me back into the stars, but this time he’s with me, groaning his release as he fills me with his hot cum.
We fall back to earth and he collapses over me. His weight presses me down into the bed, divine and decadent.
We’re tangled together, both breathing heavily as we come back to this room, this bed, this reality.
When he lifts on his elbows, I miss his weight. He brushes my hair from my face and searches my eyes.
“I’m still going to fuck you, sunshine. But when it’s just you and me, sometimes I want to make love.” He thrusts his still hard cock deep inside me, sending an aftershock rippling through me, before he pulls out and falls to the bed beside me.
I touch my hand to my still racing heart. He links my other hand with his as we stare up at the ceiling of his room. I don’t know what to say. That was definitely different, and I liked it.
Everything is getting messier. Luke, Caden, Nico. Fuck, even Eli and Jack. None of this is easy. I’m going to end up with a broken heart in the end, which would be fine if it was just one break.
How do I handle five breaks at once?
