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My smile wavered with the admission, realizing that we were very much alone. Alone, in a darkened room. ‘Well … I don’t see anyone around now.’

A second passed. Then another. As if Nico’s brain was on a delay and it needed a moment to catch up with the implication of my words. And then, his control finally snapped. He stepped forward, catching me in his embrace, before his lips smashed into mine like he couldn’t bear any distance for a moment longer.

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Scottie

bet u wanna – Sabrina Carpenter

My back was pressed up against the door, his hand sliding down my jaw, tilting my head up as his lips pressed hungrily against mine, all in a matter of a single heartbeat. My hands rose to his face, feeling his stubble against my palm as I pulled him close. Our mouths moved against each other, desperate and starving for a taste.

He pressed into me until there was no more space, our bodies hard against each other, grinding and needy. The feel of him against me only left me addicted to him, every inch of him hard from muscle and want.

His head pulled away from mine, and I groaned, instantly missing the touch of his lips. I was quickly rewarded with hot lingering kisses trailing across my jaw, his hand tilting my head as he needed it. He trailed down my neck, across my bare collarbone and left me breathlessly, moaning and panting.

My fingers pulled at his jacket, clawed at his clothing like I was trying to dig my way to his naked skin, wanting to feel the heat of him against my own fingertips, wanting to trace every ripple of tight muscle, craving to find out how he tasted against my tongue.

‘Nico,’ his name left my lips on a whine, aching at my core for more of him. His lips on my throat weren’t enough. I needed all of him.

‘Fucking love hearing you say my name.’ He spoke against my skin, as if he couldn’t dare stop himself for a moment. ‘Need to hear you moan it.’

‘Make me, then.’

His head lifted, my body instinctively following to keep him close. His eyes met mine, the grey darkened with need. His hand rose to my lips, the pad of his finger running slowly over the my swollen bottom lip.

‘I should’ve known you’d be so demanding.’ He smirked, and a knot yanked tight inside me as I pressed my thighs together, fighting the urge to rub them against each other and give myself any edge of pleasure.

‘Show me how much you want me. Show me how desperate you are.’ He grinned, satisfied. I could see the power trip going straight to his head as he realized how much he was in control here, that I was too weak to fight him any longer. I wanted him, needed him to take control. If it meant the smallest bit of satisfaction from him, I’d do exactly as he said.

No question asked.

His left hand ran up my bare thigh, but he didn’t play with me like he had in the car. This time, he wasted no time pushing up the sparkling material of my dress, the high leg slit giving him perfect access.

‘Was this on purpose?’ His grin turned curious as his hand reached between my legs, his middle finger teasing me as he moved forward. ‘Did you leave your panties at the hotel just to tease me?’

My legs struggled under the weight of my body, the teasing pleasure too much. I shook my head truthfully. I couldn’t have expected this, but I didn’t once regret it.

‘I bet you did,’ he said as his finger found my clit, running small teasing circles around it. My eyes closed, breathing in as he spoke again. ‘Now I’m tempted to make you pay for it. Bend you over and fuck you from behind until you can’t stop yourself from screaming my name. I bet you’d enjoy me using you like that.’

Another moan escaped me as his movements grew in momentum. I couldn’t help myself as I began to grind against his hand, needing more and more pressure as the pleasure began to build.

He leaned forward, his lips leaving another trail of kisses against my bare neck, leading up to my ear, where he whispered in between kisses, ‘Let me make one thing clear. You’re mine from now on, Scottie. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll treat you like a princess and a pretty little whore. Whatever you want. But I don’t share.’

His name on my lips was a breathy, strangled plea for more. I could feel his grin against my skin as his hand moved again, finding my entrance, two fingers lined up.

‘I need you. Please,’ I begged for more. For him.

‘You’re so wet for me. I wonder how perfect your pussy is. Wet and tight and needy,’ he teased, refusing to move any further. I desperately ground against his fingers, pressing in, but every time I did, he pulled back a little, leaving me more frustrated, crying for more.

‘Nico, please,’ I begged, pushed to my limit. My usually strong body felt reduced to a fragile little thing too close to snapping. He was the rock I was clinging to, absolution pulling me in the other direction.

‘Look at you, legs spread for me, desperate to ride my fingers. Is this what you want? A dirty quickie in a cupboard?’

‘I want …’ I could hardly form the words, ‘I want you.’

‘Do you know what I want?’ A devilish smile curled onto his lips. ‘I want to fuck the name of every other man you’ve ever had out of your brain. I want to be the only one you can remember taking this pretty cunt. The only one you want.’

‘You are …’ I could feel how embarrassingly wet I was, his fingers working my pussy in every way except the way I needed. ‘I only want you.’

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