Chapter 3

VERONICA'S POV The car ride was quiet, except for the rumble of the car's exhaust. I was lost in my thoughts, wondering if Brian would say anything to Brady or, worse, my dad. Here I am, twenty-two, worried my boyfriend might snitch on me to my family, when he's the one fooling around with other people. Luckily, the ride to Nico's penthouse was short. Soon enough, I'm following him inside. The view's amazing, and I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the city lights. We're in lower Manhattan, and even though I've seen this view a thousand times, it always gets me. I stumbled forward slightly as Nico opened the door to his penthouse suite, but he grabbed my arm to steady me as he helped me inside. A million emotions flooded through me at once. With every touch, I could feel the heat between my legs growing, and my heart pounding faster. I found myself watching him as he closed the door behind us, flicking on the lights. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I finally caught a glimpse of him in the bright light. His light locks were perfectly styled, a few of them slightly tousled. My eyes scanned his gorgeous face, his brown eyes twinkling at me for a moment before I took in the rest of him. From his strong jaw down to his broad chest, his muscles evident under the tight shirt he had on. It hugged him perfectly, showing off a glimpse of his toned chest with the way the first few buttons were undone. God, he's so sexy, I thought to myself, admiring his arms for the first time. He had a few tattoos on his arms, one side nearly a sleeve of them, which I noticed for the first time as he had his dress shirt rolled up to his mid-arm. Squeezing my thighs together, I wondered how many more tattoos he had and where on his body. I didn't realize how much time had passed until my eyes flickered back to his face as he crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles flexing. "Like what you see?," he smirked, his eyes twinkling at me as he spoke. I blushed, looking away from his face, embarrassed that he had caught me looking. I hate to admit it, but since the first moment I met him, he made me feel some type of way. Not only did I want to drop my panties every time he looked at me, but I wanted to know more about him. If I had another drink that night at his office, I was ashamed to say that I would have lost myself for him. I needed the alcohol for encouragement, as it pushed me out of my shy demeanor. "Don't be so full of yourself," I retort, shaking my head as I turn around to take in the huge empty space before us. It was no doubt the largest penthouse I had seen, and the open floor plan made the space look even bigger. "Sorry about the lack of furniture. I just closed on this place yesterday, so all I've got is a bed," he commented, nodding his head towards a door that I assumed was his bedroom. "Can I use the restroom?" I ask as I step further into the large space, my heels clacking against the marble flooring. Not only did the taste of alcohol and throw up linger in the back of my throat, but I'm sure it didn't smell great either. He nods, and I follow him into the huge bedroom. I notice that he has a few things in here. Mostly cardboard boxes that have been half opened, and the largest bed I've seen, covered in dark sheets and pillows. He has good taste, I note to myself as I take in the skyline of the city from his large windows. "There's extra toothbrushes in the drawer," he comments as he opens the door to the bathroom for me. I smile at him before slipping inside and closing the door behind me. I spend a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. Not only did I want to slap myself for throwing up right in front of him, but I could not believe the way that my body was reacting to him. I thought that in his office that night, it was only because of the lack of getting off, but I had pleasured myself more than enough in the last two weeks to know that it was him. He was making me feel this way. I finally use the restroom and find a new toothbrush, brushing my teeth throughly. God, I hope he didn't smell my breath earlier, I'm sure it was disgusting. After running my fingers through my hair, I step back outside to find Nico in the bedroom. I choke a little, not expecting to walk in on him half-naked, and he looks up at me. He's lost his dress shirt which shows off his muscular body, making my mouth water, and was in the middle of unbuckling his belt. "I'm sorry," I mutter, turning around quickly to face the wall. I close my eyes as I push my thighs together again, my body betraying me. Nico doesn't say anything, but I hear him shuffling behind me, and suddenly his large hands are on my shoulders, turning me to face him. My eyes flutter open to find his, getting lost in them. He moves closer to me, his breath hot and the smell of mint and whiskey mixed together hitting me. My heart is pounding, the slick feeling between my legs growing. I haven't felt this way about someone in so long that I comprehend it. "Why are you so...nervous?," Nico whispers, his lips inches from mine. My eyes shut, and my teeth jab back down onto my lower lip, unable to present him with an answer. Why was I acting like this? I've always been one to handle myself, but when I'm with him, I'm at a loss for words. "Veronica, stop that," he growls, his thumb pulling my lower lip from under my teeth. I let out a shaky breath as I open my eyes again, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Fuck, every time you do that..." he trails off. "What?," I whisper, genuinely confused. His body is right against my own, and I feel his fingers brush against my thigh before wrapping around it, gently sliding up toward the hem of my dress. I gulp a bit, my thighs pressed together tightly in hopes that the wetness in my panties will disappear. "I think about your plump little lips wrapped around my cock," he mutters as he lowers his lips to my own, brushing them against mine. I shudder as his words, my mouth gaping the slightest bit. Normally, if it was any other man, I would not have let it get this far, but I was weak for Nico. He made me feel something that I had never felt before. Maybe it was sexual frustration, maybe something more, but I didn't know. All I knew was that I wanted his hands to keep going. I longed for his touch, for him to make me feel good. His large hand pushed the fabric of my dress upwards, until he was gripping my ass. As he gave it a tight squeeze, I let out a soft moan, my head falling back, unable to help myself. I was wet, so wet, and I could feel myself throbbing down there, needing a release. Nico's lips press softly against the nape of my neck, before slowly moving up and down the soft skin, in search of my sweet spot. As soon as he found it, clear as day with the way I whimpered, he gently bit down before sucking at it, making his mark. My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders, feeling weak in my knees, as if they were to give out. Nico reached behind me, his fingers rubbing against my skin to arise goosebumps before grabbing onto the thin strings of my dress and pulling, letting the tie lose. Oh my god, I thought to myself, my eyes still closed. I can't believe this is happening right now. Continuing with his assault on my neck, I let out a gasp as I feel Nico rub me through my thin lace panties before moving them to the side, touching my wet folds with his fingers. "Holy fuck, you're so fucking wet for me," he mumbles with a chuckle against my skin, making me tense up. I had one serious boyfriend before I got with Brian, and even then, he had not ever dared to talk to me the way that Nico was right now. It was hot, so fucking hot. But, it also made me nervous, knowing that he probably experienced this with many others, whereas I had very little experience in the department. Sure, I had done things with guys, but nothing like this. I barely knew Nico, and I was letting him consume me. I'm taken back as suddenly I feel a sharp pain and hear the sound of ripping as Nico yanks my underwear off of me, tossing the torn material to the floor. In those few moments, with a slightly bit of space between us, my straps fall down my shoulders, and Nico pushes them down my arms so the dress falls down and pools around my ankles. His lips finally meet mine, and my arms slowly wrap around his neck as I step forward, my heels still strapped onto my ankles as I close the space between our bodies, meeting his every kiss. My stomach churns, my heart fluttering when his lips finally touch mine for the very first time. They were soft and gentle, while still holding dominance and want. Nico grabs my thighs, used lifts me up, and I abide by his silent command to wrap my legs around his waist. He steps backwards to the bed, taking a seat on the edge without pulling away from our kiss. After a few minutes, Nico turns his body, letting me fall back on the bed. This is the first time I get a chance to look at him. He begins by unbuckling the clasps on my heels, clearly getting frustrated until he finally loosens them enough to slid them off. The hit the floor with a thud, and my mouth gapes open. Those are my favorite pair of Louboutins. Before I can say something, I catch myself following his movements, my gaze follow his hands as they fumble with his belt, yanking it off followed by his pants, which disappear down his legs before he kicks them off. I bite down on my lip again, unable to help myself as I admire his strong, masculine figure. Every tattoo, every muscle glistening. His black boxer briefs are tight against his hard member straining against the material. He's huge, most definitely much larger than any I've seen before. "Veronica," he growls, his eyes darkening as he climbs back onto the bed, hovering above me. He has a knee on either side of me, and he leans down, gently tugging on my lower lip again. "What did I fucking tell you about doing that? Don't make me show you," he threatens. I find myself letting go of my lower lip, bucking my hips up to him in response to his filthy words to me. I wanted him so bad. All I wanted right now was for him to touch me and to show me his ways. A small smirk appears on his lips, and he slowly meets my lips with his again, before slowly moving his lips down my face, neck, followed by my chest and bare stomach. "Take this off," he mutters, reaching behind me and unclasping my strapless bra and pulling it out from under me, tossing it onto the floor behind him. I watched as he gently pulled my legs apart, exposing me to him completely. I lean up on my elbows, keeping eye contact with him as he touches me, gliding his fingers up and down my wetness. My hands grasp the bedsheets as I let out a loud moan, my legs spreading wide as his thumb rubs against my clit. My back arches off of the bed as his finger slid into me, in and then out again, and is quickly joined by a second. "Tell me what you want," he commands, and I find his dark eyes with my own. He's focused on me, his tongue running against his lips to moisten them before he bites down on his lower lip. "Veronica, tell me or I will stop," he threatens. "You, I want you," I gasp, feeling my walls clenching around his fingers. He knows I'm close, and he slows down, making me cry out for him. "Want me to what?" Nico teases. I gasp, feeling his thumb press down on my clit and his fingers stopping. I needed my release, the knot in my stomach was tight, and I needed it now. "You. I want you, now. Please" I beg, shocked by my own words. Here I was, pleading him to take me. My thoughts disappear as his touch leaves my body, standing up to yank his boxers off. My heart thuds as I see his cock spring free. I gulp silently, my eyes shutting at the though of his large member inside of me. I heard him shuffling around for a minute, the sound of the crinkling of a wrapper earning my attention. When I finally look again, I see him glide the condom on before returning to his place on top of me. I'm throbbing for him. Nico groans softly as he rubs his tip against my wet folds a few times, before positioning himself at my entrance. He looks down up at me, and I nod, reassuring him that this is what I want. As soon as he enters me, I whimper, my hands flying up and grabbing onto his shoulders, my nails pressing down on his bare skin. A wave of pain flashes through my body as it stretches to meet his large girth and length. Thankfully, Nico notices me tense under him, and he pauses, giving me time to adjust. His fingers brush the few hairs that have fallen into my face to the side, gazing into my eyes. He pecks my lips softly a few times. Once I relax, he gently pulls out, not completely, but enough to push back into me. I'm holding my breath, but after a few times of him repeating the same movement, I let out shaky breaths, beginning to feel the pleasure of him inside of me. As he begins to pump in and out of me, I wrap my legs around his waist, gently tugging the thin gold chain around his neck to pull him closer to me. Nico pushes himself in further, and I begin to moan at his thrusts, getting close to my high once again. "Oh fuck, Nico," I cry from underneath him, one hand cupped around his bicep as the other holds onto his chain. I'm so close, nearly trembling underneath him. The room is filled with the sound of our moans, heavy breaths, and the occasional noise from the bed adjusting beneath us. "You're so tight baby," he lets out, his own breath heavy and uneven. He's pounding in and out of me, so hard that I'm shaking, my breath getting lost as he slams in and out. I can tell he's getting close to his own high, as he begins to get sloppy with his movements. "Come for me," he mutters, pushing me over the edge. I let out a loud moan before my orgasm rushes through my body, my toes tingling as I lose control of myself under him. As my legs tremble, he continues to thrust his dick into me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm as he searches for his own release. "Fuck...fuck, I'm coming," he groans, kissing me more passionately than ever before as he slams into me a few more times before finally coming undone. I feel his hot semen fill the condom inside of me, leaning his forehead against my chest as he tries to compose himself. We lay there for a few moments, his head nuzzled against my breasts, and my fingers playing with the soft hairs at the back of his head. Once both of have had time to collect ourselves, he finally lifts his head up, pulling out of me slowly, and pushing the tousled locks of brown hair off of his moist forehead. Nico smiles at me, his eyes gazing over my body before resting on my eyes. I hold in my breath as he comes down to kiss me gently, to which I return the soft kiss. "So beautiful," he mumbles as he pulls away, getting off of me and padding away into the bathroom. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts begin to cloud my mind again.