Nico must have read her, because he put his hand over her mouth.
Her first instinct was to fight back. She reached for him, fear overtaking her, but he again was one step ahead. His grip was gentle, his deep voice calm. The hoarseness in his words abraded her senses. "Calm down. You don't need to fight me. Bite my hand if you need to, but brace on the mirror. You'll need the leverage. Not stopping until you explode all over my cock."
Her mother knocked on the door. "Paige?" Then the doorknob rattled. "What's going on in there? Are you all right?"
All right? No. She wasn't all right.
Her pussy was on fire. Her nipples too. She was going to lose it. And her mother was going to open the door at any second and get a first-row view of the whole spectacle.
"It's me, Mrs. Erlington," Nico answered, his tone impressively even, taking into consideration he was fucking her so hard her whole body was bouncing.
"Sorry for the intrusion. I am looking for my daughter."
"Paige went outside while I took a shower." Then he whispered in her ear. "Milk my cock, Goth girl, in silence. Can you do that?"
Heck no, but he thrust deeply, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and she lost any choice in the matter because her pussy gripped him in a strong contraction and she went over. While her lover was having a conversation with her mother. She would have felt completely humiliated if not for the fact that she took him with her.
Nico gritted his teeth, the muscles on either side of his neck bunching. His cock swelled even bigger, if that was possible, and spasmed hard. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, lips sealed to her skin to mute any sounds, teeth lightly scoring her overheated skin.
"Oh, well, she forgot her scarf. I left it on the sofa. Tell her I stopped by." After a short silence, Paige heard her mom mutter, "The least she could have done after bringing it was wear it during supper."
"Will do," Nico called out to her.
Once the click of her mom's heels faded, Paige sagged. Nico caught her and uncovered her mouth. A smirk on his devilishly handsome face, he said to the mirror, "I don't know if you noticed, but your mother stopped by, Goth girl."
She burst into laughter.
* * * *
Nico woke up, the faint glow of a small screen dancing in his peripheral vision. It was Paige, curled up in an armchair near the window, playing with her phone in the dark, sucking one of the hoops on her bottom lip. Muttering and cursing under her breath.
She was wearing nothing but panties and thick, wool socks, her long hair covering her boobs. Issues with nudity, aside from her throat, she did not have.
"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting up and leaning back on the headboard.
"Did I wake you? Sorry," she said, not looking up. "I couldn't sleep, so I'm trying to pass this damn level."
"Rather mundane hobby for a Goth girl."
She lifted her gaze to him, her pierced eyebrow cocked. "Killing chickens and bleeding them to death to invoke the devil is sooo last season. Besides, I've had enough blood for the weekend, thank you very much."
He loved her spark. So refreshing. "How long have you been at it?"
"Today? A couple of hours. It takes dedication to be fourth on the worldwide leaderboard."
"What's so special about that game?"
"Nothing really." She shrugged, going back to her phone. "I downloaded it to pass time when I couldn't sleep. Now I can't quit. I've been stuck on level 9999 for a while, and my OCD is killing me. I have bubbly in my fridge, ready for when I reach 10000, but so far nothing."
Level 9999? She had trouble sleeping often, then.
"Damn, lost again," she murmured.
"Maybe I can help. I have great hand-eye coordination." He hadn't played video games since he was wet behind the ears, but what the heck? He could give it a go.
"I bet you do." She stood up and walked to him, getting in bed beside him. "Can't make enough grass for the damn sheep, and the frigging rabbit snatches my carrots before I have time to pick them up. And the raccoon refuses to die."
She went to the settings on her phone and changed the time, moving it several hours ahead. "Ran out of lives again."
"So you're cheating."
"Nope. I'm leveling the odds. I'm playing against a computer, after all. And I heard in a forum tipity35 lives four years in the future."
"Who's tipity35?"
"My nemesis. Third on the worldwide leaderboard. No matter how well I do and how many gazillion points I get, I don't seem to be able to oust her."
He smiled. "You do know there is a huge probability that tipity35 is a nine-year-old kid from some backwater post, right?"