Hard Limits(26)

"I'm sure they are. This doesn't have to be complicated, though."

"No?"

She shook her head. "Recreational sex. Nothing complicated about it."

"No one can know about me." He placed a finger under her chin and tipped her face up. He needed her full attention. There could be no misconceptions between them. "You've got to understand this goes nowhere. I'm not the kind of guy who stays. I'm the kind who leaves."




 

 

"Well, as far as I can see, you are the kind who keeps coming back," she said with a smirk. "Like a rash."

Cheeky, his Goth girl. "I had something to hand to a certain GothQueen." He motioned to the bottle he'd left on the sofa table. "We have a pending celebration."

She turned around. "Wow. Champagne Krug Clos d'Ambonnay, 1995. This is vintage."

"You know your sparkling wines."

"Bartender, remember? This is frigging expensive. You didn't have to."

It was his time to smirk now. "Narco bling, remember? And not every day GothQueen celebrates level 10,000." Besides, Maldonado had had a wine cellar one could easily get lost in and never resurface. It'd be a nice change of pace that someone who wasn't a thug would enjoy it.

"Thank you, but it's level 10,023 now," she added and licked his mouth, the two silver balls she had side by side on the top of her tongue coming out to play. Fucking sexy against her black lips.

"New piercing," he stated. "Does this one have a fancy name too?"

"Venom bite. I had an odd number of piercings. For an OCD person, that was intolerable. I had to make it even."

"I see." There were two new holes in her tongue, not one, so technically, she still had an odd number. He kept that to himself. Didn't want to encourage her.

Her hazel eyes were full of mischief. "Thinking how it's going to feel down there? Because you won't get the chance. I don't go down on guys on the second date."

He chuckled. "This is our second date?"

"Sure looks like it. In a rather disturbingly stalkerish way, but it does."

He pushed her coat off her shoulders. She was so sexy, dressed all in black, with a short skirt, thigh-high stockings, and some body-hugging corset that encased her boobs perfectly. "Do I get to finger-fuck you on the second date?" he asked, moving his hand up her silky thigh and palming her ass.

She smiled. "Just third base? If I recall correctly, you made it a home run the first time we hooked up."

Smile unwavering, she opened his shirt one button at a time, painstakingly slowly, her fingers scorching his skin.

"It healed," she said, caressing the scar on his side.

He nodded, his throat too raw to speak.

"Good." She leaned forward and brushed her lips over the mark. His body jerked at the contact, all his muscles tensing. She moved upward until they were again face-to-face. "I was worried."

She kissed him. Softly.

He got lost in her kiss. In her sweetness. And his intentions to take it slow flew out the window. He was so hard he was hurting, but he wanted to give her pleasure. Her short skirt was no barrier; neither were her midthigh stockings or her sexy-as-fuck garter belt. He delved under her panties and slid the tips of two fingers inside her. 

Hot. Wet. Welcoming. Fuck.

"Nico," she whispered, rocking against his hand.

He pushed in to the second knuckle, her core fucking tight, struggling to accommodate him. "Like this, Goth girl. Let me in."

He flicked his tongue into the hollow under her ear, nipped at her throat, that damn choke collar rubbing him the wrong way. He wanted to see her, all of her, so he yanked it off and then raked his teeth over her scar, kissing and sucking it.

She gasped, her body jerking.

Nico expected her to shy away, but she started coming on the spot, her pussy locked in a strong convulsion. Flooring him.

Fuck. So fucking sexy.

He rode her orgasm until she was shuddering in the aftermath, the need to be inside her so overwhelming, he couldn't breathe. He grabbed a condom from his pocket, suited up, and stood with Paige in his arms.

He needed leverage. He wanted to pound deep inside her. And he wanted to eat at her mouth at the same time.

The second he pinned her against the wall, she stiffened and started panicking, fighting him off.

Shit. Her hard limits. He'd totally forgotten.

He moved them away from the wall, mumbling an apology, when from the corner of his eye he saw a table. Yes. He cleared it, throwing everything to the floor, and put her on top of the smooth surface.

She extended her arms as if to stop him from getting close. He didn't try. Nico wanted her completely on board, her eyes glazed from pleasure, not panic. So hooking his arms under her knees, he gave her body space and drove his cock deep.