Page 73 of Elite Player
He gestures for me to raise my arms so he can remove my hoodie, the one with his name and number on the back. He carefully sets it on one of the kitchen chairs. Next is my T-shirt, though he merely tosses it over his shoulder, and I laugh into akiss as he traces his fingers over the curves of my breasts, the pads of his thumbs circling my nipples through my bra.
At my audible intake of breath, he leaves an openmouthed kiss on the slope of my neck. “Are you nervous?”
“A little, but you always make me feel better.”
“Good, but if I’m honest…” His hands drift to my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease, and I shiver as he slides the straps down my arms, letting the fabric fall to the floor. “I’m really nervous.”
His quiet admission draws a smile out of me. “Why?”
“I want to make this good for you. This is your first time, and it’s… It’s you, Jo.Iwant to be good for you.”
I can’t think about the meaning of his words right now or else I don’t think I’ll be able to go through with this. But I do know that I want Nico to be the one I lose my virginity to.
“I’ve waited a long time,” I say as he walks me backward until my knees hit the bed. “And I want it to be you.”
His throat bobs, fingers curling strands of my hair. “Can I tell you something?”
I can’t believe how nervous he is, and it makes me more confident. The fact that he is nervous because he cares so much is more proof that this is the right decision. Nico won’t hurt me.
I scoot back on the mattress, waiting to hear what he has to say. But he doesn’t speak until he undoes the button of my jeans and pulls them and my panties off my legs, leaving me naked and completely bare to him. His “look at you” is barely audible, but then he bends, skating his hand up my calf to my knee, pushing my thighs apart. “Sometimes I think it was fate. Us meeting.”
I dip my chin, meeting his gaze over the length of my torso, where he flattens his palm, his fingertips reaching from my ribs to my pubic bone. “You hitting me with a puck was fate?”
“Yeah.” The corner of his mouth hooks up. “Maybe.” Then he grows serious. “I think it’s fate that I’m here with you now.”
I’m not sure how much I like the idea that what happens inlife is out of our control, but I’ve spent so long being depressed and unhappy that it’s a comfort to think there was something meant for me in the end.
Him.
“I think you’ve been reading too much fated mates.”
He grins as he kneels on the floor at the foot of my bed. “It’s possible.”
Then he guides my legs over his shoulders, his breath hot on the most vulnerable part of me. My belly quivers, and even though I know what’s going to happen, I tense in anticipation.
Until his tongue glides up my center, and then I melt. I relax my fingers at the warm, wet touch and ease them into his hair. He echoes my own thoughts, murmuring about how warm and wet I am before closing his lips on my clit and sucking.
He takes his time, fingers stroking my inner thighs, nuzzling my hip, lapping at me like I’m his favorite dessert to be savored. Every so often, he moans, as if he loves this as much as I do, and it makes me utterly wanton. I lift my hip, pressing against his mouth, chasing more of that feeling.
He flicks his eyes open, pupils so big almost no blue is visible in his irises, and when he leans up, I see his cheeks ruddy, chin glistening. “You ready to come?”
I nod, biting into my lower lip, skin hot and damp, and he keeps his eyes on me as he lowers his mouth back to my center, adding his fingers, pushing two into me slowly, curling until they hit a spot that makes my back bow.
“Oh God, Nico.”
He hums, sending vibrations up the length of my body, shaking even my bones, and I can’t catch my breath. Each inhale is harder and harder to take, my heart beating in my ears. The sounds coming out of me are purely animalistic. He extends one arm up, fingers plucking at my nipple, and that’s when my orgasm crashes over me, body convulsing, my inner muscles clamping down on his fingers.
Because even in this mindless state, I still know it’s not enough. I need more.
I’m greedy.
Nico’s made me greedy.
Created a monster.
I grab at him, pulling him up, even as he clearly wants to stay between my legs, but I’m too impatient and shove one hand down his sweats as I wrap the other around the nape of his neck, directing his lips to mine. He tastes like me, slightly salty and earthy, his chin soaked with my wetness, but I don’t care. He places his hands on either side of my head, dragging his tongue along my jaw and behind my ear, allowing me time to grip and tug at his erection. I sense the strain thrumming through his muscles by the way he holds himself. As if he’s afraid to hurt me.
“I want this,” I tell him. Knowing the usually smug playboy needs reassurance.
