Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) Nikki Bloom (read book .TXT) 📖

hands wandered everywhere. If her kissing was anything to go by, Nico knew what she was doing. I propelled her onto her back, lying atop her as my tongue plundered her mouth with abandon, lifting myself slightly on my hands so as not to crush her beneath me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and she rubbed herself against me, making the most fascinating sounds. My teeth closed on the throbbing vein in her throat and I suckled, wanting to leave my mark on her. I moved to the side, so I could use my hands again, for more interesting things. She followed me, turning on her side, her legs staying around my waist.

I nestled between us, aiming for her flies. With trembling fingers, I managed to unbutton her jeans and pull them halfway down her creamy thighs. She wore delicate white cotton panties and I ran my hand along her cotton-covered privates, pressing in very delicately. She humped upward, whimpering in reaction. I sat up, pulling her jeans off completely before burrowing between her legs, her panties pushed to the side as I tasted her with my tongue. She was unsurprisingly delicious, and I wasted no time licking and sucking, pushing my tongue in as deep as it could go.

I don’t know which was more enjoyable: the sounds she was making or the taste of her. If pressed, I don’t know if I would have been able to choose. She pushed her fingers into my hair, making pleading noises. I added my own fingers to the mix, rubbing at her clit even as I licked at her. Her hips were bucking like she was a wild bull, and she was dripping wet.

My pants were getting quite tight and my hips were performing their own dance of desire. “Fuck… want you,” I murmured as I spread her legs wider, tearing off her panties.

My fingers dug deep within her, rubbing her rapidly swelling clit as she made all these desperate little sounds and pushed her torso at me.

It didn’t take long for her body to arch into a rictus of effort, before she shuddered to completion with a cry and then collapsed in a boneless heap on the couch.

It was beautiful to watch.

12

Nicolette

My thighs were trembling. That had never happened to me before. I tried to get them to stop, to no avail. Dom lay on his side, his shirt open, half off on one shoulder, hair all mussed from my fingers dragging through it. A very smug smile on his face, he ran his hand continuously from my shoulder to my hip as if gentling a skittish horse.

It was nice, and I was enjoying it. But the trembling thighs were still a bit mortifying.

“You wanna take this to my bedroom?” His voice had an even lower register than usual. It still made me shiver, which I prayed he would not notice.

“Okay.” My voice, on the other hand, sounded way too high. I cleared my throat and got to my feet. Still wearing my crop top, I was otherwise naked, which could have been a lot awkward if Dom wasn’t so matter of fact about it.

He got to his feet, slipping his shirt off, and letting it fall to the ground. His pants were super-tented, and I winced in sympathy. No way that was comfortable. He took my hand in his and led me to his bedroom. He lived on the top floor of a skyscraper, so the fact that his walls seemed to consist of nothing but windows meant that we were exposed to endless sky rather than some Peeping Tom in the next building.

I stumbled a bit, feeling dizzy. We really were very high up. “Whoa.”

He turned to me and smiled. “You want I should shut the blinders?”

“Yes, please.”

He picked up a remote on his bedside table and clicked a button. Immediately the windows were covered, and the room was a little dimmer. I sat down on the bed, my eyes inevitably drawn to his crotch. Licking my lips, my hand twitched and I realized that I really wanted to touch him in some way. He sat down next to me and took my hand.

“How are you feeling about things so far?” he asked me, which was an impossible question to answer.

“Good?”

He turned his head to me and smiled. “Yeah?”

I nodded because what the hell else was I supposed to say? He leaned in, pausing just before his lips touched mine. “You wanna?” he whispered.

I nodded slowly, not really understanding what the hold-up was. He closed the distance between us, lips pressing down on mine. His mouth was surprisingly soft, like a baby’s bottom, and I parted my lips wanting more than the kitten licks I was getting. I wanted him to press his mouth to mine, tangle his tongue with mine and just take.

My hands wandered downward searching for his zipper. Pulling his dick out, I just luxuriated in the touch. He felt like an iron-hard rod sheathed in silk. I ran my fingers along his length even as my tongue pulled him deeper into my mouth.

The extent of my enjoyment and desire were a surprise to me. As my hands played with him, he grew even bigger and wider and I could feel myself salivate with the need to taste him.

I wanted him to hit the back of my throat and caress my uvula. I wanted to swallow him down and take all of him like the neediest sub in existence.

I had to stop kissing him just so I could lay my eyes on his dick. It was quite pretty-looking for being all fat-veined and blood-red, the head purple and twitching as if it could scent me. I went down on my knees and flicked my tongue out experimentally, holding him in my hand as I licked him like a lollipop.

Aside from the increased volume and erraticism of his breathing, he didn’t react much. His head was thrown back, the veins in his temple popping; and