Worth the fight - Keeland Vi (лучшие книги TXT) 📗

I let the hot water work its way into my muscles, blasting the shower on the massage setting.  My muscles don’t hurt yet, but I know they will when I come down.  I’m restless and I can’t seem to relax.  I give in to the mental debate I’ve been having since yesterday about not coming on too strong with Elle.  I don’t want to scare her, but, fuck I want that woman.  And more than in my bed.  I send off a quick text, before I change my mind.  I’m acting like such a pussy.  Can’t get you out of my mind. What are you doing?    I’ll throw the ball in her corner and see where things lead.

I’m surprised when my phone chimes back quickly, indicating a new text has arrived.  Me too.  About to order dinner.

What are you in the mood for?  I deliver.

You.

I don’t respond to the text, but twenty minutes later I’m at Elle’s door.

She opens it and smiles.  “Where’s my dinner?”

“I’m right here.”

Chapter 24

Elle

I barely shut the door when I find myself thrust up against it by six foot three inches of pure man.  He’s all strength and power and there is no mistaking he wants me.  Badly.  Almost as much as I want him at this very moment.

I can feel his thick erection as he pins me to the door with his hips.  He’s hard as steel and it makes me crazy to have so much clothing between us.  I reach down for his zipper and yank it down in one desperate motion.  The sound reverberates loudly between us and Nico growls as I reach in to free him.  I need to touch him. Now.  Feel his warm thick cock in my hands.  Freeing him from his boxers, I give him one quick pump from the base to the tip, squeezing firmly as I slide my way up.

Nico tries to grab for my skirt, his actions as desperate as mine.  But I catch him off guard and grab his hand to stop him.  He stills. I know already he will stop to check that I’m okay, even in the throws of passion.  I use the seconds that pass, as he gives me room to confirm I’m okay, to slide down the door that I’m cornered against and drop to my knees.

I look up at him under hooded eyes.  “You said you were bringing me dinner.”

The wide tip of his smooth cock glides past my lips and I’m rewarded with a groan and small burst of pre-ejaculation on my tongue.  I suck hard on his thick head and pump my fist up and down the length of him.   Another throaty groan makes my clit swell and I drown out everything but the desire to hear the sound again.  I need to hear it.  Need to know what I can do to him.  That I can bring him to the same place he has brought me before.  The place I haven’t been able to stop thinking about for two full days.

I feel Nico’s fingers thread into my hair, winding until his hands are tightly wrapped.  I lick him from base to tip on the underside and then slowly repeat the action on the top.  I can feel his eyes watching me.  Even though I can’t see his face, I know he is laser focused on me.  As I reach the tip, I swirl my tongue around, giving him a good show, letting him watch as my tongue worships his thickness.

One last swirl and then I suck him in deeply, unexpectedly, taking him by surprise as I swallow him down my throat so far it’s difficult to breathe.  His already thick cock swells and I have to adjust my breathing to my nose in order to continue.  A few short bobs and he glides in and out more easily. My throat muscles relax, opening for more of him to slide down my wet throat.  Nico hisses out a deep breath and his hands in my hair tighten almost to the point of pain, but not quite.  Then it happens.  His body tenses and he begins to unravel, his hands wrapped in my hair pull tightly, and he corners my head against the door as he begins to slide in and out of my mouth, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.  He growls as he fucks my mouth and the sound of him losing control has me on the brink of my own orgasm.

Nico’s hands suddenly release my head on a loud throaty groan and I feel him begin to slide out of me.  “I’m going to come, Babe.”  His voice is strained and I want to finish what I started. I need to finish.  So I push forward as he begins to pull away and catch him back in my mouth just as he begins to spurt long streams of creamy hot semen.  I swallow it down and greedily suck on his head, desperate to milk every last drop out of him.

After he is emptied, his body gone lax, Nico pulls me to my feet and lifts me, cradling me as he carries me into my apartment.  He gently kisses my forehead as he walks to the couch, and sits with me still cradled tightly in his arms.  “That was incredible.”  He kisses the top of my head and speaks gently.  “Thank you.”

I snuggle into his chest and look up at him.  “I don’t think it’s proper etiquette to thank someone after oral sex.”  I’m coy in my response.

“I’m not much for etiquette, Babe.  I say what I feel and I feel thankful.  And not just about the blowjob.”

A few hours later we lie in my bed, spent.  Nico twists a lose strand of my hair around his finger as we talk.  I’ve always been a sleep after sex person, preferring to avoid the lingering intimacy that comes after two people share their bodies.  But it’s different with Nico, I like the quiet time getting to know each other almost as much as the physical time.  Both settle me, leave me feeling replete.

“I set a date for a fight.”

Mindlessly, I trace the beautifully woven ink patterns on his thick chest, following the circular design lightly with my nail.  “It’s your first fight since...”  My voice drops off, I don’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Yeah.”  Nico’s voice is low and contemplative, but it doesn’t sound like I’ve upset him with my thoughtless question.

“How long’s it been?”

“Too long.”  He pauses.  “Since May 1st last year, a little over 13 months.”

His answer tells me the day is etched in his mind.  I bet he can recite the number of days and hours and seconds since it happened.  It’s always there, in the back of your mind, even when you aren’t thinking about it.  It never goes away.  I should know.

“What made you decide it was time?”

A long moment passes as Nico contemplates his answer.  “I don’t really know…I’m just ready to move on.”  His arm pulls me closer and he kisses the top of my head.  The gesture is so small, yet so big.

Chapter 25

Elle

“Good morning, Regina.”  I hand my friend a tall caramel latte as I walk in even later than my usual late.

“Looks like you had a good night.”  Regina raises one eyebrow with a knowing smirk.

I look down at myself, wondering if something is out of place.  Is my shirt on backwards? How could she know?  “Are you joking?  Is it that obvious?”

“Well you don’t usually speak in singsong.”  She winks at me as I walk around her desk and lean against her file cabinet.

“Nico came over last night.”  I sigh, thinking back to the sight of him in my kitchen making me breakfast this morning wearing nothing but sweats that hung low on his waist in a sinfully delicious place.

“I guessed that by the just-fucked smile on your face.”

“I thought it was my singsongy voice that gave me away?”

“That, and the flowers that came fifteen minutes before you walked in.”

My day goes by in a rush of calls and work I hadn’t planned on doing.   But Leonard is due back soon and I want to make his first few days back easy, so I neglect my own files and spend more time with his.

I call Nico in the afternoon and thank him for the flowers.  I love that he sent me wildflowers instead of something more common like roses.  They’re beautiful and colorful and befitting of the sender.

Regina and I both stay late and we order in dinner at the office.  It’s almost nine and our dinners are cold before we finally sit down in the conference room to take our first bites.