Page 117 of Madness & Mercy
“I don’t need your help.”
“You sure about that?”
I glare at him, but the moment he reaches down and wraps his hand over mine, I lose control. He guides me slowly, showing me how to open myself up more, how to breathe through it, andfuck,it feels good. My back arches, a moan escaping before I can catch it.
By the time I’ve got three fingers in, I’m shaking.
I pull my fingers out and straddle him, positioning myself over the head of his cock.
And I try.
Itryto take it in slow.
But I’m too impatient. Too dizzy with lust to care about going easy.
Nico’s hand clamps down on my waist. “Here. Let me help you.”
And then he slams up into me—hard. All the way. A strangled sound tears from my throat as my head falls back, the stretch knocking the air from my lungs.
“Fuck—fuck—”
My whole body clenches around him, burning, full, overwhelmed. I grab onto his shoulders, nails raking across his skin as I try to catch my breath.
He’s so deep.So fucking deep, and I love it. I hate how much I love it.
His mouth brushes my ear. “There you go,cucciolo.Take it.”
I bite down on my lip, hips starting to move on instinct. Slowly at first, until the ache fades into something sharper. Until I’m bouncing in his lap like I’m possessed, chasing my own release.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Nico groans, bucking up into me. “Look at you. So fucking desperate. Riding me like your life depends on it.”
“Shut up—”I gasp, but it’s useless. He’s inside me. Heknowswhat he’s doing to me.
My body betrays me again, a moan slipping free as I ride him harder, my hands gripping his chest for balance. I can barely think. Barelybreathe.Every thrust makes me feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.
My cock’s leaking between us, untouched, and still I’m trembling like I’m on the edge.
“You gonna come for me, Julian?”
“Don’t—fucking—talk—” I groan between thrusts, slamming down on him harder, needing to come, needing him deeper, needing—
“Not yet,” Nico growls, grabbing my ass and holding me in place as he thrusts up into me, brutal and perfect and so deep I swear I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
I cry out, my nails dragging down his chest, the heat in my core reaching a fever-pitch.
And when I finally come, it’s explosive—hot, messy, all over his stomach and mine, a broken curse tumbling from my lips.
He doesn’t stop until he’s finished, his groan low and dark as he spills into the condom, his hands bruising my hips.
When it’s over, I collapse onto him, both of us sweaty and wrecked, chests rising and falling in sync.
“You’re not gonna pass out on me again, are you?” Nico says, half-smirking as he zips up. “Want me to drive?”
I just nod. I’m too exhausted to even snap back. Muscles aching, legs shaking, I feel used—in thebestfucking way—but I’ve got nothing left in the tank.
Using what little energy I have left, I pull on my clothes and step out of the car. Nico takes the chance to throw on his shirtand slide into the driver’s seat. I open the passenger door, slip back inside, and the engine roars to life.
“Get some sleep,” he mutters, keeping his eyes on the road. “You’ll need it.”
