Chapter 12
Kennedy
This was the first time that Nico was at my apartment, and I was worried about what he thought of it. In the car, I could sense the electricity in the air. I thought I’d be interested in the opera, but with him there; I hadn’t been able to concentrate for a minute.
It was obvious that around each other; we had nothing else on our minds.
I took a breather when we walked into my apartment. Everything was happening so fast!
“I would have cleaned up around here if I knew you were coming,” I said, turning to look at him.
Nico was standing there with his hands in his pockets. In his tuxedo, he looked like a million dollars. His hair was neatly brushed back from his forehead, his gray eyes were piercing. I knew exactly what he looked like underneath all those clothes. I was one of the lucky ones.
“It looks fine, don’t worry about it, Kennedy,” he said. Nico’s voice was deep and growly. Even though some of that urgency had faded since the car ride, it was still palpable in the air between us. There was only one thing to do, but I wanted to wait. Just a few moments longer. Just enough to make this night last for some more time.
“Kennedy, I’m sorry I made you dress up and wear that beautiful thing, and now we’re here. I’m going to have to take it off you,” he said it mechanically. In a business-like tone.
I blushed deep when I heard him say it. He was apologizing for the trouble. It was no trouble! I’d dressed up for him. I’d bought another beautiful dress because I wanted him to want me. I shook my head.
“I don’t mind,” I said.
I was conscious of keeping some distance between us. Trying to prolong this moment. I was aware that we’d laid down some ground rules. No feelings, minimum conversation—our relationship was going to be all about sex and nothing else.
And yet, I couldn’t help but want something more. Anything, just a sliver of a conversation. I knew Ava was right. I’d be the one left hurt and miserable at the end of this. Men like Nico Rossi moved on quickly. In a few months, would he even remember me?
I watched as he took a step towards me. He was in the process of taking off his bowtie.
“I need you to undress, Kennedy,” he stated. In that same business-like tone. I gulped and nodded.
“Yes, I will…but first, would you like a drink?” I asked.
I whipped away from him, rushing into my kitchen. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me in.
My hands were shaking as I poured some whisky into two glasses. Why was I doing this? I knew I wouldn’t be able to make him stay longer than he wanted to. Once we had sex, this would be all over and Nico would be on his way. Then I’d spend the next few days waiting for another phone call or a text. This was what I’d signed up for.
When I returned to the living room with the two glasses, I saw that he was standing at the window. I watched him in silence for a few moments, saw the way his expansive shoulders rose and fell with every breath he was taking. He looked strong and handsome as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. Would some day, some girl be able to have him forever?
I cleared my throat for his attention and Nico turned to me. I could see it on his face that he had something on his mind.
“I didn’t know you drank whisky,” he said as I gave him a glass with trembling hands.
“I’m out of beer,” I replied and took a quick sip of my drink. Nico was watching me, his eyes flitting over the length of my body, breathing in the shape of me.
He took a sip.
“I’m sorry, it’s not great whisky. It’s the cheapest one I could get my hands on,” I apologized blushingly. Nico drank some more and shook his head.
“It’s fine, stop apologizing for things, Kennedy,” he added. His whisky was nearly over and he put the glass down on the coffee table. I watched as he took a step towards me and I backed away from him.
“There’s something on your mind,” he commented. I shook my head vigorously.
“Nothing…and even if there is, we decided to keep things light, remember?” I replied. Nico stopped in his tracks.
“Yes, I remember.”
“Then, I don’t have to tell you anything,” I said and smiled weakly at him.
His brows were crossed now, he was trying to assess my face.
“Okay, but if there’s something bothering you and you need me to leave, just say it,” he demanded. He wasn’t being arrogant, he was just stating a fact.
I drank some more of the whisky and felt the liquid pass burningly down my throat. It settled in my belly somewhere, spreading a warm glow. Liquid courage. I needed it tonight.
I’d spent the past three days daydreaming about this man and now he was standing in front of me. And within a few hours, he was going to be gone again. This was my life now. It wasn’t casual and nor was it light. I shouldn’t have agreed to something I would fail miserably at.
“Nothing’s bothering me,” I lied and Nico breathed in deeply.
“Good, then take off your clothes, Kennedy,” he said.
I was eager for the sex. I could barely keep myself from shaking when he looked at me like that. However, at the same time, I knew that the more time we spent together, the more I wanted from him.
Eventually, I was going to go mad.
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I watched him take off his jacket and then his pants. It was like I was frozen to the spot. I couldn’t make myself move. I stared at him, at his chiseled delicious body coming into view.
Nico’s thighs were muscular and strong, just the way his broad biceps were flexed. His waist was narrow and his stomach flat. He sported his six pack abs effortlessly. His clothes were now lying in a heap on the floor. His cock throbbed between his legs.
I was still fully dressed.
“Come here,” he said, in a deep gruff voice. I felt hypnotized but his voice snapped me out of it. I took a few steps towards him and he closed the gap between us.
Grabbing my waist, he leaned me backwards while he kissed me. I had no other choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. I was sinking into that kiss. Every worry and trouble was chased out of my mind. The only thing I could do now was give myself up to him.
Nico’s tongue inside my mouth felt strong and confident. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he was going to do with that giant cock hanging between his legs.
As he kissed me, his other hand worked on the straps of my dress. He jerked them down my arms, peeling my dress off me. My breasts first sprang into view and he pulled his mouth away from me. He breathed in when he looked at them.
I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight and he pinched my left nipple. Rolling it achingly between his fingers. I felt out of breath as I watched him. He was watching me too. Staring at the effect he had on my helpless body.
When he lowered his face down towards my breasts, I knew I was done for. His lips clasped around my right nipple and he sucked. I writhed and gasped in his arms but he was holding me tightly to himself. I could feel the pressure of his cock between my own legs.
The wetness was spreading. I had no control over my body anymore. I was completely in his hands.
I pressed myself to him and he pushed against me. It was like we both wanted to dissolve into each other.
Nico tugged my nipple with his mouth as he drew his face up to look at me.
“Fuck these clothes!” he growled and he did exactly what he’d promised.
Grabbing my dress by the front, he ripped it right down the middle. I heard the scratchy tearing sound in the air and I gasped from surprise. My dress was falling off me now, loosened by the deep gape he’d made with his bare hands.
Nico smiled softly now, as he pulled it down, helping me out of it.
“You shouldn’t have worn those tonight, because I’ll be ruining it too,” he claimed, tugging the strap of my panties. I bit down on my lip, waiting for him to do it.
But he didn’t. Maybe he felt bad about ruining my clothes?
Instead, he slowly slipped my panties down so that now I was standing in front of him, in nothing but my heels.
Nico stepped back to look at me. I flushed deeply under his admiring eyes. No other man was able to make me feel as beautiful as he did. I could have stood there in front of him all night. But the wetness was spreading between my thighs. There were so many things he could do to me.
“Get down on the floor. On your knees,” he commanded and I saw him hold his cock. He was beginning to stroke it. He was pleasuring himself while he watched me.
I did as I was told. I got down on my knees in front of him and craned my neck to look into his eyes.
Nico’s eyes were darkened and sparkling. As we looked at each other, Ava’s words returned to me. Was this man capable of real danger the way Ava claimed? Was he involved in things that could get me in trouble too?
I couldn’t rule it out. As much as I wanted Nico, as much as I knew every part of his body—I didn’t really know him. How could I be sure of what he was really capable of?
He watched me with his heavy lidded eyes, with his darkened taut face. He was stroking himself in front of me and then he started drawing closer. I stared at his cock, the way the tip glistened with his pre-cum. I gulped and licked my lips. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel his cock.
Nico was guiding his cock closer to my mouth and I parted my lips.
“Good girl,” I heard him say and then gently, his cock grazed my lips. I widened my mouth even more and his cock slipped into my mouth.
I moaned as I felt him sliding in, the length and strength of his enormous cock. It stretched my mouth and I liked it. I liked the way I thought was in control now. I started sucking.
I felt Nico’s hand on the back of my head. I was staring up at him, while my mouth sucked and licked. His cock thrust in and out of my mouth, I could barely reach halfway. He was too big for me.
I could feel my clit throbbing too. My pussy getting wetter with every passing moment. Nico pushed and thrust himself in my mouth, while keeping his hands on my head; holding me in place.
I had him in my mouth. Nico was the vulnerable one here…and yet, I felt like he had me under his thumb. Even in this moment. He grunted with every thrust, slowly pushing himself off the edge. Till I saw it in his eyes that he was about to come.
Nico pulled himself out with a jerk, grabbing his cock with one hand and continuing to stroke.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
I didn’t. I remained on my knees, gasping and panting. Nico walked over behind me and I waited for the moment. He was going to be inside me and I would feel content again.
His large warm hands were on my butt now and he positioned himself over me. Our bodies were pressed together, his chest was on my back. His weight was heavily weighing me down but I kept myself up.
Nico’s cock was rubbing against my butt now, as he guided himself. His legs were parted, strong and powerful. With one hand, he positioned his cock right where he wanted it and then…he thrust.
I cried out as my body was propelled forward. In the same motion, my pussy folds parted and I seemed to suck him in. Nico pushed himself deep into me. I could feel his length fit snugly inside me. His cock was stroking that spot deep in me that was going to set my orgasm in motion.
He pulled himself out and in the same breath, he rammed into me again. I moaned and gasped. With each thrust, I felt dizzier. Closer to coming.
With one hand on my butt, he reached his other hand to my front. Winding his muscular arm around my torso. He was rubbing my swollen clit, bringing me to my orgasm quicker. At the same time, he kept pounding my pussy.
I called out his name…shouting it out the way he wanted me to at the theatre. I couldn’t hold back. I knew I was going to come.
With his cock thrusting in and out of me and his fingers on my clit, I finally erupted. His name was on my lips. I was panting, gasping for air. I came like an explosion and I felt him release too.
Once again, we were one body. Moving and writhing and shaking together as we came. I could feel Nico shoot into me, he was filling me with his cum. I could feel the sticky fluid of both of our cum mixed and sliding down the insides of my thighs.
Nico didn’t stop thrusting into me. He didn’t stop pounding until finally, I was completely out of breath and collapsed down on the floor. Nico fell on me too, covering me with his body. I was entirely ensconced under him. His hot breath was in my hair, falling on my ears.
“God! Kennedy! You’re so fucking unbelievable. I can’t keep my hands off you,” he grunted as we lay like that on the floor.
I could feel a smile spreading on my face. For now, this would have to be enough. Our bodies tangled up together. I couldn’t be bothered to worry about what would happen next. Where we were going from here.
I was out of breath and satisfied underneath him and that was all that mattered to me in that instance.