He takes my hand and guides me up the elegant, winding staircase.
“I’m glad you finally came to get what you’ve been wanting for so long,” he says with a sly grin.
There isn’t a need to pretend I’m not here for what he promised a month and a half ago.
As soon as we enter his room, his stunning brown eyes grow even darker. He shut the door behind us.
“Make yourself comfortable.”
I put my small black purse on the dresser. A game controller sits on one of the two black and white gaming chairs, and I notice the game is paused.
I sink into one of the chairs and pick up the controller, continuing the game where he left off.
“Don’t get me killed,” he warns.
I laugh. “I won’t.” I cross my legs at the ankles and settle in, my jeans snug around my thighs.
I navigate his character through the trenches in Call of Duty.
Nico drops into the matching gamer chair beside me, lounging in gray sweatpants and a white tee. Across the front, in our school colors, it reads:They eat my dust.
On the back:When I make touchdowns.
I grin. Classic Nico. Cocky and completely unbothered.
“So far, so good,” he says. “I know we’ve talked about gaming on occasion. I had no idea you were this good.”
“My little brother, Krew and I play sometimes,” I reply.
I don’t mention that I’ve played against him online as the gamer tag Timmytoogood111.
“This is my favorite game. Only one gamer has ever challenged me,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “They beat me,” he admits through clenched teeth.
I was the one who beat him. I suppress a smile, focusing on the game.
“Yes!” I shout as I advance to the next level.
My boyfriend applauds. “Great job.”
“Thank you,” I reply.
He tugs the edge of my seat closer. “You deserve an extra reward.”
Then his lips claim mine. Hungry and sure.
“Do I?” I breathe, my body already igniting under his touch.
“Yes,” he growls, fingers working the button on my jeans.
I reach over and palm his hard length through his sweats. “You’re so… so?—”
“So what?”
“Hard,” I whisper, voice thick with need.
“For you, I always am.”
I toss the controller aside. Nico pulls me into his lap, my knees settling on either side of his strong thighs. I’m too wet to sink down on his lap.
