Nico makes a low, rough sound in his throat, almost like a growl. “What kind of useless boys have you been with that they’ve never made you squirt?”
I bite my lower lip, looking away.
His voice drops even lower. “Wait, are you a virgin, Eleonora?”
I don’t answer.
“Sit,” he instructs, pointing at the lounge chair behind me. I do, and then he kneels in between my legs. I look at him, wondering what he's up to.
“Hmm,” he breathes, almost reverent. Then he leans in, lips brushing my ear as his hands slide down to my hips. “So this is the first time a man has ever fingered you properly… and I’m your first.”
He hooks his fingers into my soaked panties and slowly drags them down my legs. I lift my hips without thinking, letting him pull them off completely. The cool night air hits my bare pussy and I shiver.
Nico brings his face to the same level with my core. His eyes flick up to mine, dark and possessive.
“So no man has ever eaten this pretty pussy before?”
I shake my head, heart pounding.
He doesn’t say another word. He just leans in and drags his tongue slowly up my slit.
I moan loudly, head falling back. He licks me like he’s starving, long, slow strokes from my entrance to my clit, then circling the swollen bud before sucking it into his mouth.
My hips jerk against his face. I can’t stay quiet. Soft, shameless moans keep spilling from my lips as he devours me.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against me, the vibration making me whimper. “So sweet. So fucking wet for me.”
He pushes two thick fingers back inside me, curling them while his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit.
My thighs start to tremble. I can hear distant voices and laughter from the main club area, people walking nearby, completely unaware that Nico Lombardi is on his knees eating me out like I’m his last meal.
The risk only makes it hotter.
“Nico…” I moan, fingers threading into his wet hair, hips grinding against his mouth. “Anyone could walk in…”
“Then I’ll shoot them for seeing what’s mine,” he growls, sucking harder on my clit. His fingers thrust faster, curling, stroking that perfect spot inside me again and again.
“No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”
The pressure builds impossibly fast. My second orgasm crashes into me without warning. I cry out, thighs clamping around his head as I flood his mouth and chin.
He doesn’t stop. He laps at me greedily, drinking every drop, growling against my oversensitive flesh as I shake and whimper through the aftershocks.
When I finally start to come down, trembling and breathless, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips.
“Open.”
I obey without thinking. He slides them into my mouth, letting me taste myself on his skin, salty-sweet and earthy.
“Suck,” he orders softly.
I do, eyes locked on his, sucking his fingers clean while he watches me with pure, raw hunger.
He slips his fingers out of my mouth and brushes tendrils of the blonde wig away from my face.
As the last tremors fade from my body, reality immediately dawns on. What have I done?
I crossed a line I swore I wouldn’t. I let Nico Lombardi, the man who kidnapped me, the man holding me prisoner, make me come so hard I squirted all over. Twice.
