Chapter 56: Warm{R18}
Carmen’s POV
He felt good to touch and even better to look at. I might have taken more time to study the tattoos scattered across his skin, tracing each line and curve with my eyes, if his lips hadn’t been latched onto my nipples in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything else.
I knew better than to let things go this far, but at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. My lashes fluttered shut as I gave in, letting myself concentrate on the sensation of his mouth on my body, the slow, deliberate way he moved that made my breath hitch.
I had only just closed my eyes when I felt him tug at my pants, the sudden movement snapping my eyes wide open as I looked down at him.
Nico met my gaze without hesitation. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pause. Instead, he pushed himself up slightly, continuing to pull my pants down with steady determination. His eyes locked onto mine again, almost as if he was daring me to object, daring me to tell him to stop.
He didn’t stop until my pants were completely off, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. His hands returned to either side of my head as he hovered over me, his gaze intense, unwavering.
"You seem nervous," he said.
I immediately pushed back, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "It’s just your imagination," I replied, even though my breathing had grown uneven, coming in shallow, betraying waves.
A slow smile spread across his face as he studied me, and I made sure not to flinch, even as the smugness in his expression made something in me bristle.
"Have you done this before?" he asked.
God forbid I ever admit to Nico that he might be my first. I shot him a sharp look. "Of course," I said quickly. "Why would you even ask that? What—because I can’t wait to get away from you?"
But he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he lowered himself, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my thighs, his blue eyes never leaving mine. There was something almost teasing in the way he looked at me, like he already knew more than I was willing to admit.
He reached for the waistband of my underwear, and even though a part of me wanted to stop him, I didn’t. I just watched as he slid them down slowly, dragging the fabric along my legs before lifting it to his face.
He brushed the material against his cheek, smiling—this time, a smile so unexpectedly genuine that it almost threw me off balance.
"You smell so nice," he murmured, his voice low and soft.
Then he tossed the underwear aside and shifted, sliding himself between my legs. He parted them with ease, but even then, it seemed like it wasn’t enough for him.
I could feel the intensity of his gaze, fixed on me, and despite the instinct to close my legs, I couldn’t move.
He pulled back slightly, lowering his head between my thighs as he spoke again.
"Part your legs wider, Carmen," he said, his voice deeper now, rougher—more command than request.
I hesitated, only moving slightly, but it didn’t matter. Nico didn’t wait. He dipped his head anyway, and everything that followed felt unreal.
I hadn’t known pleasure could feel like that—so sharp, so overwhelming. Before I could even process it, my hands were already in his hair, fingers threading through as my back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping my lips.
His tongue moved in ways I hadn’t thought possible, each motion sending waves through me that made it hard to breathe, hard to think.
I wanted more. I needed more.
My legs parted wider without me even realizing it, my body responding instinctively as his fingers joined in, sliding into me, his mouth never slowing.
"So fucking tight," he muttered, but his words barely registered.
I was already too far gone, too consumed by the sensation building inside me. My fingers tightened in his hair, tugging slightly, but he didn’t react—if anything, he seemed to push further, faster, like he thrived on it.
When the edge finally came, I didn’t fight it. I let myself fall into it completely, the wave crashing over me so intensely that my toes curled and my breath caught in my throat.
Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around him, holding him there.
My eyes fluttered shut, but only for a moment. I sensed movement and forced them open again, just in time to see Nico pulling away.
He was completely naked now.
My gaze dropped before I could stop it, landing on him—on the way his body looked, tense and ready, his erection hard and pulsing between his legs. My heart stuttered, a flicker of fear slipping in at the thought of what he might do next.
He noticed. Of course he did.
A smirk tugged at his lips, like he could read every thought crossing my mind. He lowered himself again, his body pressing closer until I could feel the heat of him against my stomach.
Leaning in, his lips brushed against my ear.
"This is the part where you make me cum," he whispered.
My mind cleared just enough for me to glance down again, really taking him in this time. He was bigger than I had expected, and the sight of him—hard, flushed, and pressing against me—sent a strange mix of nerves and curiosity through me.
Slowly, I reached down, my hand wrapping around him.
His reaction was immediate. His gaze darkened, his breath hitching slightly as my fingers brushed over the sensitive tip.
He kissed me then, sudden and intense, as I began to move my hand along him. I felt a flicker of satisfaction at the way he responded, the low sounds slipping from him, the way his body tensed under my touch.
He was already worked up, already desperate, and I could feel it in every reaction, every movement.
His kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as I picked up my pace. There was something intoxicating about it—the sense of control, the way he reacted to me, the way I could make him lose composure.
I wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him closer as my hand moved faster. His tongue slid into my mouth, tangling with mine, the kiss messy and heated.
His need seemed to feed into mine, building something between us that felt almost overwhelming.
I slid my free hand down his body, exploring, feeling the tension in him. When I wrapped my fingers more firmly around him, I felt him groan against my lips, the sound sending a thrill through me.
But just as quickly as it had built, everything shifted.
One moment we were tangled together, and the next, he pulled back.
I barely had time to react before he pushed my legs apart again, positioning himself between them. His erection brushed against me, sliding against my center in a way that made me gasp.
Then he stilled, his body pressing firmly against mine as a low groan escaped him.
A warm sensation followed, spreading between my legs as he released, his body tensing before relaxing slightly.
He lowered his face to my neck, breathing heavily, his weight settling against me as he stayed there, close, his presence still overwhelming even the smell of sex filled the air.
Our breaths were our and fast as I felt him pull him even closer to himself as arms wrapped around me even as one of his hands wandered to the underside of my breasts brushing his finger against me in a way that made a shiver run down my spine.
"You came on me!" I said mostly to break the silence between us only to hear him chuckle against my neck as he responded.
"I wanted to cum inside of you! My bad!" he whispered the hoarseness of his voice doing something to my body that I would rather avoid.
Did I enjoy what just happened very much! Enough to want to lie back and have him touch me again. But again I couldn’t just let him think that as I pushed against his chest wanting to push myself from his arm as I sat on him with my legs wrapped around him.
"I need to shower!"
"Then we’ll shower together!" he said making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood to path ways. Moreover showering together was bound to be a disaster. Not when a single touch of his hands sent a jolt right down to my center.
"Nico!" I whispered aware if the fact that I could still feel him cock pressed right against my center in a way that aroused me way more than I would admit.
It was the same for him with how hard I could feel him get.
"I want more!" he whispered right into my ears and this time I pushed harder trying to wreath myself away from him only for him to pull me right back against his chest.
"But I can wait! I can wait until you change your mind!" he whispered holding me tight as he fell back on the bed. I didn’t argue. There was no reason to. Sleeping with him was handing over the only leverage I had which was his desire for me.
Something that could never happen.
