Getting to Know You

Nero

“You know you’re kinda cute when you’re not glaring at me.”

We were in bed together, Elizabeth and I. To be honest, I lost track of the time we’d spent together – most of it was spent having sex, having her throw half-hearted daggers at me with her eyes. We hadn’t actually done much talking. She tended to enjoy herself during but after she’d always be quick to clean herself and leave. This was the first time that she had lingered.

She looked over at me, one those brows raised. She was wrapped up in my sheets, and she did look cute. Even smiled a little bit, through rolling her eyes.

“I don’t have the energy to glare at you. You’ve gone and worn me out, you know.” I laughed.

“Most would say that’s a good thing.”

“Well I never said that it wasn’t, did I?”

I scooted closer to her, arm over her stomach to pull me closer to her.

“You should tell me about yourself.”

She blinked a little; I think she was actually a bit tired. That just made her cuter.

“You want to know about me?”

I nodded.

“Why, does that seem surprising to you? We’ve had sex more than most couples do and the most that I know about you is that you like sushi, red wine, and hate your sides tickled.” To be an ass, I wiggled my fingers at her sides, and she squirmed under them.

“Most employers don’t know more than that about their employees,” she said, half in a tease and half with seriousness. I rolled my eyes then.

“You’re hardly an employee. Come on. Let’s learn a little about each other. I thought we got past the all work and no play part of this arrangement, yeah? You can’t think I’m a complete asshole still.”

“You’re still quite an asshole she said.” She grinned. “Maybe not complete though. What do you want to know?”

I asked her about her life, her aspirations. What she did outside of this that earned her money – couldn’t be something over the top. She wasn’t a flashy woman.

She laid back in the bed, head cushioned by the pillows.

“Well, I graduated a few years ago. My mother passed when I was young. She came from money… left me a lot. I’ve been saving it to move on to better things, but father hates the idea of leaving… I actually work from home. Editing. It pays well but it doesn’t pay half as much as what I need, you can imagine.” She looked at me. “What I really want is to live somewhere in the country, away from this city. It’s always been a bit horrible.”

“So you don’t like it here? I suppose the crime isn’t appealing to a woman like you, huh?”

“Not really. I –”

She stopped, as if embarrassed. I nudged her.

“Go on. What were you going to say?”

“Nothing interesting. It’s just… Well one day, I would like to have children. I couldn’t possibly raise them here. Between the Lorenzo’s lurking every street corner and – well no offense, but your people aren’t all that great either, with all the shooting.” She bit her lip. “I’d like to make a life for myself doing what I love, with a family I cherish. But right now I have bigger priorities. That’s really all there is.”

Ah. Sacrificing woman through and through… I smiled a little, and laid back with her.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I wanted the same thing?” She looked at me incredulously. “No, no lie,” I said. “One day… It would be nice to have a family with someone, you know? You inherited your father’s debts, certainly you understand another inheriting theirs? Only difference really is your father is a gambler, mine was a murderer.”

“I know. It’s what has you and the Lorenzo’s at your throats,” she said. “Everyone in the city knows it.” I nodded.

“Yeah. Everyone knows Pops killed old man Lorenzo’s son. You can imagine what kinda target that puts on my back since my father skipped town? I wouldn’t do what I do if it didn’t benefit me… This gives me power. Keeps me alive…” I trailed off, sighing a little. “Sorry. That got more heavy than I intended –”

“No,” she interrupted. She slid over me, straddling herself across my lap. “Tell me about it. About what you’d want to be doing if you weren’t being a bad biker boy, drowning himself in money and women,” she said wryly. She slid her still-wet folds over my member, making it stir under her. I took her hands in mine, rocking with her as I grew hard again, as my arousal stirred and her wetness slid down over me.

“I’d have a cute little brood of kids,” I said. “I think five is a good number –”

She laughed. “Five?” I nodded, rocking my hips with her. I talked, wistful, and she slid me inside her to love her slowly as I told her about what I wanted.

“Yeah. Five. We’d live out of the city with their mother. She’d be the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, but she wouldn’t take shit anyone, least of all me. I think I’d fix up bikes for a living. Yeah. That sounds nice…”

I lost my train of thought then, caught up in the feeling of being in her again, how she looked on top of me, listening raptly to everything that I had to say. I didn’t remember when we’d gotten to this state in our interactions. It wasn’t supposed to be this sweet…

“Hey, we’re friends, yeah?” I asked, bringing my hands to her hips, gripping her there and guiding her on top of me. She gasped a little, chest rising as her legs spread a little wider. I let my fingers trace between her legs, flicking over the wet folds and teasing the little bud of pleasure there. She groaned, losing her pace for a second as she propped herself up on my chest. She began to work her hips on me more, and I met the easy roll of her hips with ones of my own. The feeling of it was divine, the sweet velvety folds of her inner walls around me…

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” she asked wryly. I grinned a little.

“I think I like you, so I’d say that’s a yes.”

She blushed.

“I think I like you too.”

I grinned, and leaned up to kiss her, taking her face into my hands. She was a gorgeous woman. I told her that often, just because I liked the reaction that it evoked – she always blushed so deep. I rolled us over, so that she was pressed into the bed. Her legs went around me instantly, keeping me buried sinfully deep inside her.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my shoulders. I kept my mouth on her, loving her with my lips as I did so with my body. She felt so good, smelled so tempting. Of all the times I had had her since she came to me, she only seemed to get sweeter, more intoxicating. She moved her body with mine, her hips bucking up as I thrust inside her.

Wanting more than what we’d already gotten, getting into the moment and enjoying monopolizing all of her body – she made me damn insane with how much I wanted her – I kissed from her jaw to her neck, making sure to mark her – as if telling the whole world that she was mine, all mine, that she belonged to no one else and her body and her mind were mine for the taking. She gasped, pressing into my teeth, letting me redden her skin and bruise her up; I loved how responsive she was to this, how much she liked the slight pain with the pleasure.

I sucked and bit at her neck, my teeth sinking in as we went harder, the sound of our sex filling the room in a way that was like music. Heh. Who knew that I had become so poetic when it came to sex, but she pulled it out of me and I wouldn’t say I could regret it as she moaned my name.

“Nero, more. I need more. Please…”

Bucking into her, I made my way to her breasts, taking one between my lips. Her fingers tugged at my hair, scratching over my scalp before dragging down my back, sure to leave their own marks on me. The pleasurable pain made me buck harder into her, and I took her thighs in my hands to push her legs further apart, to piston into her and give her more, more, just like she asked for.

“Oh my god. Good, so good. Don’t stop…”

Her pleas came out, strangled sighs. I could feel her pulsing around me, her wet walls tight around my long hard length. She was close all right, so damn close and I wanted to feel it. Once more my fingers trailed between her legs, circling over the pleasure bud nestled between her silky folds. She gasped when I touched her there, rocking her hips harder against my own when she did. I stroked her there, pressing hard, using her body to my advantage as I gave her what she wanted, made her body shake with how good it felt for her. She was delirious on the pleasure, and I was high in giving it to her. It was like it was my sole purpose – make her scream my name, make her want me the way I wanted her –

“Nero –!”

Her back arched off the bed as she came, flooding her juices around my length. The way she cried out and clung to me. it had to be so much, so much, but I wasn’t done with her – no, not at all.

She sobbed in pleasure as I kept going, my fingers and length between her legs, pushing her past her limits. She panted, her chest heaving with every heavy breath that she took, with every moan and whine that fell from her pretty lips.

“Too much, god it’s too much, Nero—”

I silenced her with my mouth, kissing her quiet as she clung to me, her nails stinging down my back. She moaned against my lips, and I couldn’t help but shudder at the feel of her pressing desperately to me.

“Cum in me. Please. I need it, Nero. I want to feel you.”

I groaned, unable to help myself. I kept my mouth on hers, kissing her as I worked towards my own completion, as well, as I kept her at the cusp of hers. When I came, it was hard, deep within her, filling her womanhood until it dripped out of her – a testament of my want and desire for her. I rolled my hips into her until I was spent, though I remained inside her even as I softened.

“God you feel good,” I murmured.

Slowly, I rolled us, laying us to our sides. I continued to keep myself inside her, liking the connection as I looked at her. Her face was flushed pink, sweaty, her eyes dark and glazed as she looked at me. She was truly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

“What’s that look for?” she questioned after a moment, smiling a little before she nuzzled against my chest. I chuckled a little, not knowing if I would get away with telling her my thoughts.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m just having a good time…”