Chapter 4
Kennedy
Nico drove us to his apartment in his fancy Maserati. Wherever he’d been these past six years—it was obvious that he’d done very well for himself. I tried not to look overly impressed. Even his apartment was screaming wealth.
When he led me in and shut the door behind me, I looked around his place in awe. It looked like the kind of apartment which had been personally decorated by a professional.
“So, what do you do now?” I asked. Nico led us to his living room, which had a sweeping view of Seattle. There was a bar in the corner of the room, where he was busy arranging drinks.
“A bit of this and that. My family is involved in the construction business,” he replied.
Nico had poured himself some whisky and was bringing over a bottle of beer for me. I took it from him and cradled it in my hands.
“So, you work with your family?” I asked. Nico walked over to the glass that covered the stretch of an entire wall.
“Something like that,” he replied and tucked a hand into the pocket of his jeans. I watched him as he stood looking at the view. His shoulders were wide and muscular. His jeans were fitted making his butt look absolutely delicious.
What was I doing here? He’d invited me to his apartment for a particular reason, right?
I gulped down some more beer. It seemed like he wasn’t thoroughly interested in talking about his work.
“What do you do, Kennedy?” he asked, flipping around to me again. “You seem like someone who is out saving the world or something,” he added.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I’m just a regular employee at a regular corporate office. Trying to work up the ladder. All those rumors are true. It’s a hellishly boring world out there. You’re lucky that you get to do something that’s your own,” I explained.
I was smiling at him as I spoke, but Nico wasn’t. A new sour kind of darkness had entered his eyes. Did I say something wrong? He was a moody man. I was constantly worried that he would suddenly change his mind.
I was so close to sleeping with him now. To fulfilling my teenage fantasy. I really hoped that the night wouldn’t end like this.
“The grass is always greener,” was what he said and took a long swig of his whisky.
I licked my lips and looked around the room.
“Your place is lovely. My apartment is probably just the size of this room,” I commented.
Nico had his eyes on me as I walked slowly over to the paintings hanging on the walls. They were in fabulous gold frames and looked like they would be worth a lot of money.
I walked slowly along the walls, running my fingers over the art and decorations. I could sense his eyes on my body, watching the way my butt moved. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, even though I wanted Nico…I was also experienced in the art of seduction. I knew he wanted me too.
I sensed him walking towards me, following me as I made my way around the room. I touched an expensive looking China vase on a table. The crystal decanter and its matching set of glasses on a tray.
I felt Nico’s hand on my waist then and it made me stop. His touch was like electricity running through my body. For a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
He was behind me, and his hand traveled over my stomach to the other side. I was wrapped up in his arms. I could feel his hot breath falling on my nape of my neck. He grabbed a bunch of my hair and pushed it aside. Then slowly, he was pulling my jacket off. I heard it fall with a swoosh to the floor. Nico’s lips were on my skin immediately after.
He was gently kissing the bare spot between my shoulders on my back. It was like a feather touch, so soft and gentle. I was covered in goosebumps. Nico, with his muscular masculine body and his bad-boy looks…didn’t strike me as someone who could be this gentle too.
His hands traveled down my body. My waist, my hips, the curve of my thighs…it was like he was trying to memorize the shape of me.
I was standing stock-still. Unable to move.
I thought I was experienced in sex; that I would know what to do. Suddenly, when Nico touched me, I felt like I had no idea what to do next. I was embarrassed. What was he going to think of me?
He cupped my butt, pressing it tightly and then he smacked the left cheek. My body jerked forward from the force and I gasped. I hadn’t seen that coming.
“Tight,” he murmured. Like he was speaking to himself.
A thrill ran down my spine. It was like he had given me full-marks for my body. It was just the thing I wanted to hear—how much he wanted me.
I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs, making my body quake.
Nico grabbed my waist and flipped me around.
“You want this, right?” he asked. I was staring up at him, craning my neck to look into his eyes. Why did he even need to ask me that? Of course, I wanted him! I couldn’t wait to see what he would do next.
He kissed me. It was as simple as that but it felt like I’d just exploded in his arms. How could one man be so sexy?
His tongue slipped into my open mouth, taking my breath away. I was melting into him. I could taste the whisky on his breath. It was a deeply masculine taste. I pressed my eyes closed, sinking into him. His hands were all over me again. Cupping my butt one moment, then on my arms the next. His hands were warm and rough. He stroked my skin, the soft sensitive spot on the inside of my elbow. It was like Nico knew exactly what to do. Exactly where to touch me that would drive me insane.
I kissed him back with force. I wanted him to know just how much I liked what he was doing to me.
When he pulled his mouth away from me, I gasped again. I didn’t want it to stop. But he was kissing my chin now, softly nibbling it, before he started running his tongue down my neck.
I threw my head back, clinging on to his shoulders for support. Nico left a wet trail down my neck, to the top of my breasts. In the next moment, he was tugging at my dress with his teeth.
I bit down on my lip as he started to pull down the straps of my dress. Nico looked up at me. His face dark with desire now. I started rolling up his t-shirt. We were helping each other out of our clothes.
My tight dress was off within seconds, ever fold and curve of my body was now exposed. I would have been self-conscious of my body, but Nico was staring at me like he had never seen someone naked before. His eyes flitted over me, over my pink and black lace lingerie. His gaze focused on my breasts finally, while I reeled from the sight of his body.
I’d imagined him naked before. Who was I kidding?
But I didn’t think I would actually see him naked in front of me. His body was chiseled, perfect. He belonged on the front page of a magazine. I helped him out of his jeans too and I was amazed to see that he wasn’t wearing underwear.
Washboard abs, a flat stomach and muscular heavy thighs. But the real attraction was what was hanging between his legs.
Nico Rossi was well endowed. Very well endowed. He was big enough to make me wonder if I could even take him. I had never been with anyone this big. I was worried about making a mistake, of coming across as a novice to him.
Don’t be too eager. Control yourself. Get yourself together Kenni.
Nico reached for me and I shuddered under his touch. He was slipping my bra straps down and my breasts spilled out.
He grunted. It was a sound of approval. He liked what he saw. Once my bra was off, he was taking off my panties too.
There was no hiding from him now. I was completely naked and so was he.
He stepped back to look at me and I blushed under his gaze.
“What are you thinking?” I dared to ask him. His brows were crossed, he almost looked angry.
“That I had no idea what I’ve been missing.”
Nico lunged at me, lifting me roughly up in his arms. Our nakedness pressed together. I could feel the hot throb of his cock, rubbing against my thighs. He was carrying me somewhere. My heart was in my hands.
When he finally put me down, he whipped me around too. I was now facing the glass wall with the Seattle skyline right in front of me. I felt his hands on my back, he was pushing me forward.
My breasts pressed against the glass first. My breath fogged it up. I could feel the weight and power of Nico behind me. He wasn’t gentle anymore. He wanted me now and he was going to have me.
He used his hands to quickly part my thighs. I was standing before him, splayed, completely naked and vulnerable. I was his for the taking and I was gladly giving myself up to him.
“You’re fucking irresistible,” I heard him grunt in my ear.
He cupped my butt, but I could sense him guiding his cock towards me at the same time.
I gasped when I felt him graze its tip on the crack of my butt. What was he going to do! I wasn’t ready for that!
But he moved his cock down, further down until he’d reached the folds of my pussy. With one hand on my hip, he was angling my body to the position he wanted.
My palms were pressed against the glass wall now. So were my breasts. But my butt was sticking out towards him. Nico’s thick cock was throbbing and growing as he stroked my wet folds with it.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he warned, in a sudden soft voice. In the next moment, he was inside me.
Just an inch at first but I screamed. It was an involuntary reaction. It was a scream of pleasure. I wanted more.
Nico’s cock thrust deeper into me. My butt pressed up against his flat strong stomach. Inch by inch, he was filling me up and I knew I had never felt pleasure like this before. He was reaching the very depths of me, the tip of his cock stroked that spot, deep inside me. My G-Spot. The one not many men had found before.
My body shook and I cried out again.
It was all he needed to know. Nico knew he’d struck gold. He quickened his pace now and I was aware of how close to an orgasm I now was.
My body squeaked as I slipped and slid against the glass. He had both his hands on my hips, keeping me in place.
Thankfully, we were on the forty-second floor of the building. Chances of onlookers seeing me getting fucked at the glass wall—were low. It was still possible and somehow, I didn’t care.
I knew we looked good. Nico looked fabulous fucking me. His big strong body making quick measured thrusts. His cock deep inside me and my breasts swinging against the glass.
He was grunting with every thrust and I moaned too. When his hands traveled up my body to cup my breasts, I shuddered. I was over the edge. My orgasm was taking over me. He pinched my nipples, but didn’t stop thrusting into me.
I came manically. Screaming and moaning and rolling my hips. Nico kept pounding his cock into me, reaching the deepest parts.
“Good girl,” I heard him say while I came. My juices trickled down my thighs and my breath caught in my throat. His grip on my breasts became tighter and his body made a sudden jerk.
I knew he was going to come too.
Nico exploded inside me. We both moaned. The length and thickness of his cock inside me was breathtaking. I could have come again, within minutes but Nico’s pace was slowing now. He came in spurts, burying his seed deep inside me and then finally, he slid himself out.
We were both panting. I was collapsed against the glass while he stepped away from me.
It was over. The six-year wait was finally over. My fantasy had been fulfilled.
Slowly, I straightened myself. I was too nervous to turn around and look at him now. I wasn’t sure what I would find. Was he going to be mad? Tired of me already? Did he want me to leave?
After all, I was just a girl he’d picked up at a bar, right? Just because he vaguely knew me in high school didn’t really set me apart.
I could still feel him inside me. I was sure my pussy was going to hurt the next day. Goosebumps still covered my skin.
“Do you want some water?” I heard him ask. I had no choice but to look at him then.
He was already in the process of putting on his clothes.
“Sure, yeah,” I replied. When he turned to walk to the bar, I hurriedly put on my lingerie again. Nico was in his jeans, his chiseled torso glistened in the dim moody lighting of his living room.
He brought me a glass of iced water and I drank from it.
“I guess I should get going…” I said in a low whisper.
Nico ran a hand through his thick hair and shrugged his shoulders.
“You don’t have to go. I mean, you can stay if you want to,” he replied. I gulped, worried that I’d heard him wrong.
Did he really want me to stay or was I just imagining this?
“Maybe I’ll finish that beer,” I suggested and walked over to the coffee table to pick up the bottle again.
Nico sat down on his couch, lifting up his glass of whisky.
“Sit down, Kennedy, tell me about yourself. I feel like I need to get to know you,” he told me.
I was literally weak in the knees. I didn’t think that was really physically possible, but it was happening to me!
This was dangerous territory. Nico Rossi wanted to get to know me. I should have just left. Now when I had the chance, but how could I say no?