Page 42 of Drive To Survive

“That’s how much I want you,” he said. “I feel like a teenager again. My patience is nonexistent.”

I swept my thumb across the head of his cock, collecting the moisture gathered there. I sucked the pad of my thumb into my mouth, gazing up at him coyly. “Then don’t wait.”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath that came out in a rush, and then he spun me around, bending me over the countertop. His fingertips gripped my hips, and he lifted me. My cheek pressed against the cool granite, and I held my breath, anticipating the fullness, wanting it so goddamn much, my body craving what it was made for.

Nico tore apart the strip of lace masquerading as underwear, and then he was there, right fucking there. I tensed, preparing myself for a flash of pain, when he stopped.

“What are you doing?” I pushed back my hips, rising high on my tiptoes.

He cursed and dropped me. “The fucking condoms are in my jeans,” he said, taking two strides to fetch them, his gigantic cock bobbing as he moved.

I laughed, and when I started, I couldn’t stop.

“Dammit, I’m sorry,” Nico said, his cheeks darkening as he dug around in the left pocket, eventually producing a foil packet. “It’s been a long time. I’m seriously out of practice.”

“This is perfect,” I said, beckoning him, my eyes going all misty. “I don’t want movie sex, Nico. I want the real deal.”

He dropped the foil packet next to me, then pulled me close. He kissed me, softly, then with more urgency, the brief, unplanned interlude that allowed us to catch our breath evaporating. He picked me up and set me on the countertop, tugging at my legs until my ass rested on the edge. Ripping the condom packet with his teeth, he rolled it onto himself. His large hands pushed my thighs apart, and he stared.

“Jesus, Everly. God, you’re soaked.”

He grazed his finger through my folds, then rubbed my clit, once. My head lolled back on my shoulders, and I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensations swamping me. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. And what I felt… blew my mind.

He gently pushed one finger inside me, quickly following up with a second, stretching me, preparing me. I’d thought I wanted fast. I didn’t want fast. I wanted this.

His mouth closed around my nipple, and he added a third finger. I gasped and clenched against a bite of pain that quickly faded. With his thumb, he drew circles around my clit, clockwise, counterclockwise, left to right.

“Oh God,” I moaned, a swell growing in my stomach. Not yet.

I forced my body to relax. If I tightened up now, I’d explode in seconds. Nico massaged my insides, and his teeth tugged on my nipple.

On a long, drawn-out groan, I shattered, coming around his fingers, the force of the climax stealing the breath from my lungs. Spots danced before my eyes, and my shoulders twitched in sympathy with my core.

My eyes slowly opened. Nico loomed over me, a satisfied grin stretching his lips wide. He sucked on his fingers, and everything south of my belly button constricted.

“Jesus, that’s hot.” I curled my legs around his waist. “Don’t make me wait.”

He slipped his hands beneath my ass, lifted me a few inches, and pushed forward, filling me in one smooth thrust. The work he’d done with his fingers meant I felt the smallest pinch, and then it got good. It got real good, real fast, especially when he started to move.

Sweat trickled between my breasts. His hips pistoned, and our skin made slapping sounds as our bodies connected. I gripped the edge of the countertop and thrust forward as he pushed in. I squeezed my inner muscles and watched his face tense and his pace slow.

“Fuck, don’t do that. If you keep clenching like that, I’ll only last, like, five seconds. After the condom debacle, I don’t think my ego could take the hit.”

I laughed, feeling freer, happier, than I had in years. Sex with Paul had been nothing like this. We’d never laughed during the act, even at the start of our relationship when it had been shiny and new. And I’d never felt the sensations scattering through my body and lodging in my chest as I did right this second. My eyes locked on Nico’s beautiful face, his jaw sewn up tight as he tried to stretch out this experience for as long as he could.

Another burgeoning wave grew inside me, and I instinctively knew that no amount of concentration could prevent the inevitable. I came, loudly, thanking my lucky stars that Nico’s house was so large there wasn’t a chance of Rhett hearing our noisy lovemaking. I did not need to try to find the words to explain to a six-year-old what his mother was doing lying naked on top of the kitchen countertop with an equally naked Nico suspended over her, both of us drenched in sweat.

“Ah, shit,” Nico groaned. His eyes squeezed shut. He thrust twice more, then stilled, pleasure smoothing his face. His dark hair clung to his neck and around his ears, and I reached up to brush a lock off his brow that’d fallen down.

“I think my back is broken,” I said, drawing a laugh from him.

He withdrew slowly, but I winced anyway. Damn, even when it was on the way down, he had an impressively sized cock. I sat up and slid off the counter while Nico removed the condom and walked, buck naked, across the kitchen to drop it in the trash.

“You have a real peachy ass,” I said.

He threw a grin over his shoulder and clenched each cheek in turn, putting on a show. I burst out laughing for the third time since we started getting up close and personal. As he came back to me, my eyes wandered, drinking in the ropes of lean muscle across his chest, the ridges of his abdomen showing off a clearly defined six-pack, the V at his hips that I wanted to explore with my tongue.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re never going to make it to the bed.”

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