Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(61)

That’s a visual that’ll always get me all worked up.

“Ten past six. I’ve been talking myself out of waking you up for an hour.”

I roll over to reach for my coffee, and a low growl fills the room, making me realize that the black fabric of Nico’s t-shirt has rolled up while I slept in it, and my bottom is on display.

“You like what you see?”

He’s back by the bed, and the mattress dips again under his elbows resting on both sides of my knees, his hands on my hips. I squirm when his warm lips touch the back of my thighs, drawing a vertical line until he nips my butt.

“You’ve no idea how sexy you are.”

I take a few small sips of the steaming vanilla coffee, setting the cup back on the nightstand as Nico climbs further up the bed. The moment I release the handle, he flips me onto my back, pushing the hem of his t-shirt over my breasts before palming them gently and kissing between them.

I wrap my arms and legs around him to gain leverage, and three moves later, he’s on his back while I straddle him, feeling his erection press against my pussy.

He’s big and heavy. I know he helped me a little, rolling onto his back, but I still grin down at him, grinding into him.

“Someone’s excited this morning.”

“He’s always excited when you’re around,” he admits, tugging my hands until I lay flat on his chest.

I jerk back when he tries to kiss me and wince as I get to my feet. “I need to wash up. No kissing till I brush my teeth.”

“You’re sore,” he clips, rising on his elbows. “How bad?”

“I’m fine. You made sure it didn’t hurt last night, but you couldn’t expect me not to feel anything down there this morning. It’ll pass. It’s not that bad.” I stand by the sink, furiously brushing my teeth, my feet cold on the tiles.

Nico grabs me as soon as I’m done and within his reach. “I want to see.”

“You’re going to examine me?” I ask when he pushes my tee up, then spreads my legs.

“I want back in, baby, so yeah, I’ll examine my sore pussy.”

All air ejects from my lungs when he kisses the tender flesh. I relax, focusing on how amazing the delicate licks of his tongue feel. “Your minty breath helps.”

He looks up, a focused expression on his rested face. “Don’t leave the room.” He kisses my stomach before getting out of bed. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

“Where are you going?”

“Twenty minutes, Mia. Don’t move.”

I sit up as he rushes out of the room, his heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs. The door at the bottom closes with a bang, and I fall back onto the pillow, squeezing my thighs together, aching for his touch.

Never did I expect sex to feel this good.

Orgasms are great, but I’ve never given myself one as intense as those from Nico’s hands and lips. I want more. I want him to watch me the way he did last night. Like nothing matters more than us moving together.

The door downstairs opens again not even fifteen minutes later. Nico’s rushed footsteps echo up the stairs before he comes in with a small, brown paper bag.

“Where were you?”

“Pharmacy,” he says, moving to the foot of the bed. He pulls a blue tube out of the bag, then squeezes a pea-sized amount of clear gel onto his index finger.

“What’s that?”

He rubs the gel over my pussy, eyes not veering from mine. “Cooling lubricant. How’s that? Better?”

“Yes,” I mutter, enjoying the tingling sensation. “So... oh,” I moan when Nico pushes two fingers inside me.

“I’ve got you, Mia,” he says, voice thick with emotions. “I’ll always make you feel good.” He dips his head, licking me slowly.

“Is it edible?”

“Shush, baby, focus.”

I do. My eyes close, and I drown out everything other than the feelings he evokes, the pleasure coursing through me, and the orgasm that’s oh so close when he skillfully strokes my G spot.

I fist thick tangles of his hair, letting my body do what it wants before my brain can intervene. My hips meet his strokes, almost riding his face.

My moans fill the room until the desire peaks, exploding like a firework. Everything tightens and releases, spasming every muscle inside me as I tremble, submitting to the bone-melting pleasure.

Nico’s on his knees when my thighs release his head. He squeezes more lubricant onto his hand and then palms his cock, spreading the gel in long strokes.

“My turn,” I say, hauling myself up. “I want to be on top.”

His eyes skim over me, darkening when he rests his back against the headboard, pulling me closer until my knees dig into the bed on both sides of his hips.

He holds the base of his shaft, guiding himself, helping me sink down, taking him in with a quiet hiss.

“Does it hurt?” he asks when I still.

“No, I’m just so full... I’m okay.”

“You make me crazy.” He grips my hips, caressing my skin with his thumbs. “Fucking crazy. You frown, and I’m tense.” He slides me back, aiding my moves, then drags me forward, burying himself to the hilt. “You might be on top, but I’m in control, Mia. My girl does as she’s told. Can you handle that?”