Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(62)

I nod, a genuine thrill sweeping me from head to toe. Giving up control is easy when that’s all I ever craved.

“Good girl. Hands behind your back.”

I don’t hesitate, lacing my fingers behind me as Nico lifts my hips, impaling me over again. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do as his eyes flare, roving my body. Our hastened breathing mixes with my moans, our moves gain pace, the promise of another release humming up the backs of my thighs.

“Easy, baby,” he says, pressing me down hard, and sliding me back and forth instead of up and down. “Don’t rush. You need to get used to me first.”

He curves one hand around my back, forcing me closer, then wraps my braid around his wrist, tugging hard enough to tilt my head back. I brace against his shoulders, feeling the heat of his open-mouth kisses on my neck, and a low growl builds in his chest, throwing me back into that hastened rhythm.

“Hands. Behind. Your. Back,” he emphasizes each word.

I press myself against him, wanting to crawl under his skin, only half aware he’s talking. I’m delirious, so close to the edge, grinding against him, taking care of my needs first.

Nico stops me in place. “That’s not how sex will work for us. You do as I say, understood?” He sucks my bottom lip before lifting me off him. “On your hands and knees.”

He huffs when I hesitate and spins me around, maneuvering me until I’m where he wants: on all fours, hips in the air.

The room’s suddenly perfectly silent.

He’s not touching me.

I can’t see him, and an awkward feeling fills my chest.

I’m exposed. Naked in a compromising position. My heart rams harder as irrational thoughts take over my mind.

Why isn’t he touching me? Why isn’t he moving? Why is he so silent? It’s only been three seconds, but something is wrong.

“Grab the edge of the bed,” Nico instructs, putting pressure between my shoulder blades like he wants to push me down.

I outstretch my hands until I grip the edge, my boobs flat on the sheets, hips in the air. I swallow hard, taking a deep, calming breath. We’re okay. He was just looking at me...

The touch of his hands and the warmth radiating from him as he leans over help me relax further.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Um, yes. Red.”

“Use it if I’m pushing your limits too fast.” He jerks his hips forward, filling me in one urgent stroke. All my unease disappears instantly. “Because I will push, Mia...” he says, and a powerful slap lands on my ass.

The sound of his hand connecting with my flesh makes the muscles in my abdomen contract. I’m wet, my body reacting to the slap with a pleasant shiver.

“I’ll push until nothing we do in bed makes you blush.” He slaps me again. “Until you learn to demand what you want and give me what I want.” He grips my wrists in one hand, the pace of his thrusts gaining speed.

A loaded moan leaves my lips when he hits the perfect spot deep inside. I drown in the moment, hungry for everything he can give me.

“Straighten your legs and cross your ankles,” he orders, desire coating his voice.

I do as I’m told, enjoying the weight of his body over mine.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Chase it, Mia.”

I can’t think when my body shudders with every thrust. I lift my head, resting it against his shoulder, eyes closed, and I squeeze his fingers till mine turn numb.

The tempo of his hips rocking into me turns unforgiving, scooting me further up the bed. Every gasp filling the air seems to double his efforts. My orgasm builds, the sensation so close I feel I can reach out and grab it.

“That’s it,” he says, pressing his forehead to the back of my head. “You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking good. Come for me. Don’t hold it. Let it happen.”

And I do. I let go. The pleasure stacks up, up, up, and then... it topples over, the orgasm so sharply intense it’s almost a pain. A delirious, delicious pain.

Nico grunts, the sound low, loaded, and so hot it’s enough to prolong the orgasm lashing through me like a hot silk whip. He slams into me again and again before he stills, gently biting my neck as his cock swells inside me.

We’re panting, our bodies slick from sweat. Even though I woke up less than an hour ago, I’m spent; sleepy.

“I think I know why Aisha’s addicted to sex,” I say when Nico lies beside me, fingers brushing the line of my spine.

“Tell me why you were uncomfortable on your hands and knees.” There’s no annoyance in his voice, but my cheeks heat on their own accord.

“Um... I don’t know.”

“I want you to feel good about your body, Mia. You said you’re comfortable with me, but you tensed.”

I press my lips together, fighting the urge to hide under the pillow so he can’t see me blush. “You were quiet, you weren’t touching me, and I couldn’t see you...”

“I was taking in the view. You’re beautiful from every angle.” He flips me onto my back, spreading his fingers on my stomach. “Does it bother you that I tell you what to do?”

“No, of course not. That’s a turn-on. I like that you’re in control. I just...” I swallow hard, aware of how silly this sounds. “I need to see you or feel your hands on me, so I know we’re okay, so I know you enjoy me, us, and sex.”