He looks up at me, heat flashing in his eyes. “If I slide my fingers into your panties right now, how wet will you be?”
My lips brush his. “Extremely.”
Nico places me back in my chair. Dropping to his knees, he lifts my shirt and kisses my soft belly. His dark hair tickles my stomach as he shoves my jeans and panties just below my ass. He inhales deeply, groaning.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, his deep voice heavy with lust.
Nico stares at me, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts through my t-shirt.
“You have no idea the effect you have on me,” he murmurs.
Did he mean to say that out loud? He seems lost in his own world, palms now caressing my bare ass like he’s worshipping me.
Then his lips and nose press against my mound. “You’re my undoing, Serenity.”
The confession lingers in the air. It’s bold, unexpected—borderline obsessive. But coming from Nico? It twists something deep in me.
Silence wraps around us.
“Time to give you what you want.” His deep voice rumbles through me, igniting everything inside.
I shiver as he lifts me effortlessly while rising to his feet.
My fingertips trace the angles of his gorgeous face. “I’m scared,” I whisper.
“Don’t be,” he says. “I’ve got you.”
He tosses me onto the bed with a grin and peels my shirt off. That same grin grows cocky as he yanks down my tight jeans and panties in one swift motion, leaving me fully exposed beneath his hungry gaze.
“Nico, you better start undressing. I’m not about to be the only one naked.”
He nods slowly. “Understood, baby.”
Did Nico Pitucco just obey me? I smirk to myself, savoring the power I hold over this beautiful boy.
He reaches for the hem of his shirt and tugs it over his head, revealing that chiseled chest and those sculpted abs. I’ve seen him shirtless on the field. Football boys always showing off, but this view? This is just for me.
I trail my fingers across his chest, biting my lip as he stands again and pushes his sweatpants down his thick, muscled thighs. His cock springs free, hard and ready, making my breath hitch. I’ve felt it before—but seeing it like this? It’s something else. He has more hair around it than I expected… is that normal?
“Don’t hurt me, Nico,” I whisper.
He fists himself slowly, the way he plans to move inside me. “Remove your bra.”
I don’t hesitate. I reach back, unclasp it, and he tugs it the rest of the way off, tossing it aside with the rest of our clothes.
Nico leans over, capturing my lips with his. His hard body presses into my soft frame, all heat and strength. My hands drift along his back, memorizing every ridge.
His eyes move over my face. “Take your hair down,” he commands.
“Nico, as you can see, my hair is slicked back.”
He palms my face. “I want to see your wavy brown hair encase your beautiful face.”
I fight an eye-roll. And blow out a breath. Nico has stared at me like a man possessed since I arrived at Mercy Prep. Never once making a move until now. Why? This wasn’t the time to ask. I glide the elastic band down my long strands and toss it on the nightstand. My fingers work my thick hair, fanning it out.
He grabs a pillow and places it under my head. Nico frames my hair around my face. And slicks his tongue across his lips. “I want you to watch everything I do to you.”
Was I ever in one of his fantasies? Maybe looking like this. Naw. I’m reading too much into this moment.
