Nico (Ruin & Revenge #1)(73)

Someone put the Clash on the jukebox and she danced with two biker chicks as punk rock videos played on the projection screen behind the stage. She glanced over at the table, but Nico was already behind her.

“You trying to fucking kill me?” He wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her against him, as if they were alone and not in the middle of a dance floor in a grungy dive bar.

“I was trying to dance.” Her nipples tightened as he ground his hips into her ass. “I see you want the X-rated version.”

He kissed his way down her neck, and nipped the sensitive skin on her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. “I could fuck you right here and no one would bat an eye.”

Mia turned to face him, wound her arms around his neck. “I knew you’d like it.”

“I like watching you.” He pulled her close and danced like his hips were unhinged, grinding against her until her clit throbbed and she was so wet for him, the thought of fucking him in the filthy bathroom held considerable appeal.

“Nico.” She moaned softly, and he thrust his thick thigh between her legs, rocking her against the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Can you come like this?” His voice was a low, sensual rasp in her ear, his hands firm on her hips, his body hot and hard in her arms.

“I don’t know, but I want to.”

He twisted her hair in his hand, yanked her head back, and kissed her fiercely. “How bad is the restroom?”

“Bad.”

She slid her hand down, smoothed it over his T-shirt, tracing over his rock hard pecs, the ripples of his abs. Nico’s grip tightened and his voice dropped to a husky growl. “How much do you want me?”

“Worse.” She rubbed the palm of her hand along his rock hard erection. People danced around them, laughed, and joked. Their R-rated behavior was nothing in a bar where she’d witnessed X-rated shenanigans.

“Come.” He grabbed her hand, pulled her across the dance floor and through the maze of tables to the tiny, dark hall leading to the restrooms. He angled left and Mia pulled back.

“Women’s.”

He ducked his head in the men’s washroom and chuckled. “Good call.”

Moments later they were in the women’s toilet, door closed, bare bulb flickering overhead. The walls were covered in spray-painted graffiti in a multitude of fluorescent colors, torn band posters, and stickers of all shapes and sizes. Two toilet stalls were set off in the corner, and a chipped enamel sink sat on a pedestal beneath a broken mirror.

Nico turned on the tap and grabbed a handful of paper towel from the dispenser.

“What are you doing?” Mia leaned against the door, frowning.

“Cleaning the sink?” He gave it an inexpert wipe, scrubbing along the edge.

“Why?”

He looked back over his shoulder. “So I can fuck you on it.”

“I thought you knew. You didn’t marry a princess.” She came up behind him, slid her hand over his hip and tugged open his belt. “If you want to fuck me over a dirty sink, go for it.”

She had barely finished her sentence before he ditched the paper towels, spun her around, and lifted her against him, bracing her against the door.

“Fuck the sink.” With his free hand, he tugged open his jeans and freed his cock from its restraint. Mia clung to his shoulders as he sheathed himself so she didn’t land on her ass on the sticky floor.

“God.” She rocked against him, desperate to feel him inside her. “I want you so bad, Nico. Hurry.”

“You wanna fucking ride me, bella, you better be ready.” He reached under her skirt and shoved her panties aside, slicking his thick finger along her folds.

“Jesus Christ. You’re so wet for me. So hot.” He thrust one finger inside her and she jerked back, slammed her head against the door.

“More.”

He gave a strangled grunt, added a second finger, and curled them both to pulse against her sensitive inner walls. Mia fisted his hair, kissed him hard, furious, frantic, her heart pounding to the heavy bass of the music outside. She wanted this man like she’d never wanted anyone before, wanted to wrap herself around him, feel him deep inside her, take her pleasure from his hard, powerful body.

She felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance, levered herself up on his shoulders to take him in. Desire became a raging inferno inside her. “Now, Nico.”

“Ride me, bella. Ride hard.”

She moaned as he entered her, swift and brutal, thrusting as deep as he could go. His face contorted in pleasure and he eased out and pushed inside again, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across her skin.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Hard. Don’t hold back with me. Give me everything you’ve got.”

With one hand against the wall, and the other under her ass, he pounded into her, his powerful hips rocking back and forth. She lost herself in the delicious feel of him moving inside her, his firm strokes sending fire streaming through her blood.

Nico groaned, the sound wanton and erotic. She panted her breaths as he quickened his thrusts. Her muscles tightened, need spiraling out of control. Their lips met in a clashing, bruising, kiss, and as she neared her peak, he slid a hand between them and rubbed his slicked thumb over her clit.

“Oh God. Yes.” She buried her face in his shoulder as she climaxed, an exquisite rush of pleasure that swept through her body, wiping everything away except the exquisite feel of his firm, thrusting cock, his heady, masculine scent, the rasp of his breaths, and the rock hard muscles that tensed when he came, pulsing and throbbing inside her.