Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(74)

My father cocks an eyebrow, shooting me an amused look. “My bad. I hope you’ve got nothing planned for tomorrow morning because I’ve got a bottle of the best bourbon money can buy, and once I’m home, we’re drinking.”

“Sure. I’m off tomorrow.”

“Good. I’ll see you around eight?”

“I’ll see you then,” Nico confirms. “Mia? Be good, baby.”

“Always.”

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Nico bursts inside my house at quarter to six in the afternoon, drops his keys on the counter, and sweeps me off my feet stopping me halfway through making sandwiches.

His lips catch mine, the kiss greedier than usual. He’s radiating that restless energy like he’s about ready to explode. Every muscle on his body is harder than stone, a kind of unruly anger shining in his eyes.

“Um... hey.” I weave my fingers through his hair. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s been a long day and an even longer week,” he says, entering my bedroom.

The door slams shut behind us, and he pins me to the wall, one hand under my butt, the other steering my jaw, his heart thudding against his ribs and resonating through me.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper between his urgent kisses. “You’re angry. What happened?” I don’t get an answer. He shuts me up with another kiss. He’s riled up, and I think he needs me to calm him down. “Tell me what to do,” I whisper against him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

He bites my lip, pulling back before he sets me on my feet and dips his head to look in my eyes. “I have nothing but respect for you, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. I need you to take the edge off, or I’m going to fucking lose it when I get inside you.” He yanks at the zipper of my dress until it falls to the floor. “I’ll teach you how to take care of me. You’re beautiful, Mia. Mine. So fucking sweet,” he chants quietly like he’s in a delusional trance as his fingers skim my neck and collarbones. “You won’t be able to say red. Tap out if it gets too much.” He unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the hoops. A gesture that hints at what’s about to happen. “On your knees for me.”

I sink. Not a moment’s hesitation. My cheeks heat, but it’s not embarrassment for once. It’s excitement. I’ve wanted to do this since I first touched him.

Nico frees his cock from his boxer shorts and wraps my hand around the hilt, squeezing harder than I’d dare if I were in charge.

“Open,” he rasps, his eyes flaring as he watches my lips part. “Good girl. Make me come, baby.”

I keep my fingers where he placed them, squeezing him just as hard, and guide him into my mouth. His eyes immediately roll back, pure, unrestrained pleasure twisting his handsome face.

Twirling my tongue around the head, I taste the first salty drop of precum. A low grunt building in his chest tells me I’m doing something right, so I keep going, stroking his length, and licking the tip as my lips pump back and forth.

He grips my hair into a tight fist, his cock swelling even more. The veins on his neck bulge before he looks down, grips my jaw, and pins my head to the wall.

“Keep your mouth open for me and breathe—” he grunts when I suck him in deeper. He pushes his hips forward, eyes on mine when he hits the wall of my throat, pulling back just before my gag reflex sets in. “Good, relax. You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Breathe through your nose.”

This might be the most primal, shamefully arousing thing he’s ever done to me. The feral, lustful energy radiating off his movement quadruples my desire as he falls into a rhythm, sliding in and out faster, chasing his release.

I hold onto his hard thighs, my nails gouging into his flesh, leaving half-moon marks. My eyes water with every deep stroke. He grips my hair tighter, pumping in and out faster before he yanks his hips back.

“Out,” he growls when I move with him. “I’ll come in your mouth if you don’t let go.”

A pleasant thrill zaps my thighs. I might as well check if that’s something I’ll enjoy, so I suck harder, holding his hips to keep him in place. With a low groan, he pins my head to the wall, resuming his pace, using me to get off. And then he stills.

Warm trickles of seed fill my mouth.

His knees buckle.

Tendons on his neck pulse as he comes, bracing against the wall for support.

“Swallow, Mia.”

I do. It’s not easy, but I think he enjoys my throat constricting around his shaft, wringing the last drops. He pulls out slowly, adjusting his jeans before he crouches before me, his chest rising and falling faster.

“Was that okay?” I ask. “Was that nice?”

“Perfect.” He lifts me up only to lay me on the bed. “You can be shy any time of the day, but when you’re with me, when I touch you, focus on how good I make you feel and nothing else. I want to push you further out of your comfort zone.”

“You just did.”

“Even further. You’re doing so fucking good.” His teeth nip my neck right above my pulse, then he kisses the spot, soothing the mild sting. “I want more.”

I bite my lip, unease already battling with the tingling sensation bubbling in the pit of my stomach. “Will it hurt?”