Boston Avant-Garde: Impetuous (16 page)

“Please, Nicolai.”

The sexy, pleading tone of her voice sent a rush of blood to his already throbbing groin. His cock was like a firebrand against his leg. Pushing his own needs aside, he ducked his head and laved his tongue across her left nipple.

She cried out and arched her back in pleasure.

Nipping lightly, he suckled her breast until she grabbed his head. Her nails scored his bare scalp, firing his arousal and pushing the limits on his self-control.

He released her nipple and took the other hard point into his mouth. She squirmed, making sweet noises of satisfaction in the back of her throat. Running the ends of his fingers over her belly toward her mound, he gave a deep pull on her breast.

“Touch me, Nicolai. Please.”

Her legs opened, the scent of her wet pussy assaulting his senses. He left her breasts to press a line of light kisses down her abdomen. When he reached the bare skin of her mound, he slid his tongue into her slit.

She gasped and trembled at his touch. He delved deeper, savoring the salt-sweet taste of her juices. Shifting on the bed, he used one hand to spread her folds while he gently prodded her clit with the tip of his tongue.

His cock was going to explode. It pulsed and wept with desire. The sheets were sandpaper against his skin, but he wanted to taste Desiree’s climax with an urgency that overrode the need to push his shaft into her tight body.

Nuzzling her damp flesh, he drew the hood of her clit into his mouth and suckled gently. Her body tensed into a tight arc ready to snap. Her juices drenched his tongue with sweet flavor. Holding her apart with his fingers, he gazed at her opening before probing it with his tongue. Her muscles grasped at him, coaxing him deeper, begging him for more.

Her essence grew sharper, the tangy taste telling him she was close. He quickened his pace, his tongue darting in and out of her vagina in rhythm with his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His cock burned for release. Pulling back, he licked her entire slit from bottom to top. The intense stimulation to her clitoris sent Desiree spiraling into orgasm.

She convulsed, her legs nearly snapping closed. He held her open as he watched the pink edges of her pussy undulate. Fluid spilled forth, and he lapped it up, savoring its sweetness. She moaned at the contact, and the broken sound shredded his control.

Rearing back onto his knees, Nicolai lifted her hips and penetrated her pussy in one long stroke. Her warmth closed around him like a caress. He thrust deeply, and the wet sound of sex filled the room.

“Nicolai!” She grabbed his forearms, her nails leaving indentations in his flesh. “I’m coming!”

Tremors rippled through her channel, her body quivering around his before the sensation of her impending climax drew her muscles tight. He watched her expression, the tension bleeding into bliss as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy. When she shuddered into completion, his balls bunched beneath his body, and he followed her to ecstasy.

Afraid his arms would weaken and collapse his entire weight onto Desiree’s body, Nicolai pulled back to rest on his knees. The remnants of his cum and her juices lingered in her slit. He reached out and ran his fingers through the mix. She cried out when he brushed her clit.

She met his gaze. Lifting their combined essence to his mouth, Nicolai licked his fingers clean before lowering his head to kiss her full lips. The taste of her cream mingled with their sex made his cock stir. “I want more of you, wild girl.”

“Then take a little more.”

She pushed him over, rolling him onto his back. He loved to watch her take control. The hunger and determination on her face were an aphrodisiac. She gave him one look of pure mischief before placing a teasing kiss on the head of his cock. His breath caught in his chest. When she pulled the entire length of his semihard shaft into her mouth, he thought he would die of lust.

Her lips closed on the sensitive skin as her tongue swirled around the flange. He clenched his hands in the sheets to keep from grabbing her head. She suckled hard, and the sensation of blood rushing to his groin made him light-headed. He moved his hips against her, and she let him go with a soft pop.

“Play nice or I’ll have to punish you.”

Her threat was empty and they both knew it. “Bring it on.”

She blew cold air across the plum-shaped head before sucking his shaft into her mouth and molding his flesh against her warm palate. The contrasting sensations made his balls tighten. His cock began to harden, lengthening until she couldn’t hold all of him in her mouth.

Her lips slid the length of his shaft before she pulled away. “Punishing you is punishing myself. I think I’d rather just fuck you.”

He exhaled on a groan as she straddled his hips and guided the head of his cock to her opening. She sank down slowly, sliding like silk against his skin as they joined. “You feel so good, Desiree. I can’t get enough of your pussy on my cock.”

She tugged at the barbells piercing his nipples, and a zing of sensation shot down his spine. “I love to feel you inside me. It’s so good I want to lose control.”

Her rhythm faltered, and he steadied her with his hands. Holding her hips, he reveled in the feel of her cunt grinding against his cock. Her knees clasped his sides, and her rounded backside brushed his legs with each stroke.

Arching his hips, he deepened his penetration until she gasped. The walls of her pussy grew taut around him, shuddering as she drew closer to orgasm. Her fingers pulled at his piercings, but the pain only intensified the pleasure of her movements. Friction burned a sweet trail of torture down his shaft, and her juices soaked the lower portion of his belly.

Desiree whimpered with each rocking thrust of her body, bucking against him like a wild thing demanding release. He moved his hands lower, spreading her pussy until he could finger the sleek nub of her clit as she moved. She threw her head back and cried out as she climaxed hard.

Nicolai’s balls burned at the increased friction before his seed burst from his cock. He hissed, clenching his teeth against the onslaught of unfiltered bliss. Stars burst behind his closed eyelids, and he gasped for air.

As the wave receded and he became capable of coherent thought, he looked up to find her staring down at him. The tender expression on her face touched him deeply. She’d been through so much, and despite it all she’d chosen him.

The weight of that responsibility was frightening.

Desiree wished it were possible to stay curled up against Nicolai until the world ended. But it wasn’t. She would eventually have to get up and make decisions, most of which had no clear-cut choices and a limited chance for a successful outcome.

“What are you thinking about?” He caressed her bare back, making her shiver.

She watched the light fade from the room until Nicolai’s Spartan furnishings were nothing but shadowy shapes. There was something utterly peaceful about the utilitarian space that said so much about the man who called it home. A part of her longed to find that sense of belonging for herself, but some days she wondered if she was doomed to play the dutiful daughter for the rest of her life.

A muffled noise from downstairs drew her attention. She wondered when the bar opened for the night. “Don’t you have to work?”

“Flynn and I split a shift on Mondays. It’s a slower crowd. He opens and I close.”

Twisting her body, she flung one leg over his and propped her chin on her hand so she could look up into his face. He was so real. Most of the men she’d come into contact with over the years were either spoiled society brats who never lifted a finger unless it was to hand over their credit cards, or workaholics like her brother had once been. They spent all hours at the office and had long-term relationships with their cell service providers.

“Don’t frown, wild girl.” He smoothed the line between her eyebrows with one fingertip. “Is my going to work such a bad thing?”

“No, I’m glad you have a job.”

His chuckle sent shock waves of warmth through her body. “That’s right, I won’t be asking you to be my sugar mama.”

“That’s probably good. I’ve been trained to be dependent on a man since I was old enough to bat my eyelashes.”

He made a growling noise in his chest. The muscular arm wrapped around her shoulders tightened briefly.

Desiree thought about her mother’s on-again, off-again marriages and her sister’s casual agreement to marry for money. “You know, that’s not really true.”

“How so?”

“Outwardly we’re supposed to look like we’re dependent on a man to take care of us, but really it’s more like using our pedigree and social status to snag a guy who can bring something worthwhile to the family.”

“That sort of thing happens in relationships no matter how much money is involved. It’s just easier to leave a bad situation when there’s not a huge bank account weighing in the balance.”

His words hit her like a ton of bricks. She sat straight up and grabbed the sheet to cover her breasts. “Is that what you think of me? That I live at home because I don’t want to lose my life of privilege?”

The blank look on his handsome face said it all. She thought back to the first night they’d met, when he’d called her predictable. After everything she’d shared with him, how could he think she was that shallow? Her trust fund had been under her control the moment she had turned twenty-one. Money had nothing to do with her choosing to live at home, which might or might not make her even more insane in Nicolai’s opinion.

“If it’s not the money, then why do you stay?”

And that was the million-dollar question. Literally.

“Your family has had you twisted in knots since the moment I met you. You were looking for a no-strings-attached one-night stand just to feel as if you had choices.”

How she hated hearing that truth from his lips! “You make me sound like some high-paid hooker.”

“I don’t bring hookers into my bed.” He reached out to cup her cheek.

She pulled away, stung by his comment.

“I watched your brother damn near destroy himself trying to figure out how to be his own person. Then you walked into my bar. I didn’t even know you were related to Erik, but I could see you running from the same demons.”

“That’s why you slept with me? Sorry, but that doesn’t make me feel better. You might want to steer clear of possessed chicks from now on.” She started to get out of the bed, but he caught her arm and pulled her back.

“Stop being so stubborn, and listen to what I’m trying to say.”

She didn’t want to, but deep down she knew it was easier to focus on the hurt in his words instead of the help.

“You’ve spent your whole life trying to follow a set of psycho social rules that don’t make a damn bit of sense. I just want you to see that you can make another choice. You can make a new life for yourself. You don’t have to stay and let them choose for you.”

“I can’t just walk away.”

“Why not?”

“Mama needs me to keep things running. They’re my family, Nicolai.” How could she explain an insane desire to be a part of a family that had never fully accepted her for who she was?

“You could move out and still be family.”

“Move to where? Here?”

“You can stay here as long as you want, but I have a feeling you’d rather find a place of your own.”

Nothing in his tone or body language gave away a clue as to how he really felt about the idea of living with her, even for a short while. The room’s shadows painted his face in equal parts light and darkness. What she could see of his expression was earnest, but instinct told Desiree there were things he wasn’t saying. And other things he might never say. Like the relationship label, he seemed to exist in a world where commitments were temporary things.

She liked staying with him. She liked waking up next to him, but the idea of having her own place was exciting. Besides, how long could their cohabitation last when he refused to define the parameters of their relationship? Worse, what if the connection she felt was nothing more than a fling to him?

That hurt. In fact, it hurt a lot to think Nicolai might consider their relationship nothing more than casual sex. If she didn’t belong with her family and she didn’t belong with him, she was left with worse than nothing.

“Are you actually in your sister’s wedding, or were you just part of the planning committee?”

She was thrown by the shift in topic. “I’m supposed to be a bridesmaid. Talia and I both are.”

He gently brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “Then start with that decision and go from there.”

Why did he have to look at her like that now? His eyes gleamed in the semidarkness. There was no judgment or disapproval in his gaze, only warmth. How could someone be so supportive and yet totally dismissive? “I
should
call and tell her I won’t be there to support her marriage to a perverted lunatic.”

“That would be the logical decision, considering everything that’s happened in the last few days.”

“But I can’t.”

His chest moved as he sighed. “I figured you’d say that.”

Desiree thought about Selena. Not the spoiled rich brat who currently occupied that position in their family, but the little girl with the skinned knees who had constantly followed Desiree and Erik around the estate. “She’s my baby sister, Nicolai.”

Another sigh. “I know.”

“The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night.”

“Where?”

Even the thought of the Colonial Country Club made her want to gag. “Everyone’s favorite Brookline club.”

His fingers drew distracted circles against her back. “There’s a nice bar in there.”

She couldn’t imagine what that had to do with anything. “The Minutemen Bar. We’re supposed to head there for drinks after dinner.”

“The guy who runs that place is an old friend of mine.”

She lifted her head away from his chest. “Tell me you’re not going to call and ask him to keep an eye on me.” She’d meant her comment to be a cheeky attempt at humor. His arched eyebrow suggested she wasn’t far off the mark.

“You’re not going by yourself.”

Outraged, she rolled to a sitting position on the opposite side of the bed. “Excuse me?”