Nicco - Season 2

24. Together

ARIA

Piece by piece, our clothes fall away. I reach down and guide his hard, naked cock between both legs, running the pulsing head up and down my wet, needy slit.

Snapping his hips, Nicco pushes in, and I gasp in pleasure. As he slides into me, the wicked stretch of him feels both all too familiar even though it's been months since we've fucked each other.

He grunts, "Spread your legs for me."

Moaning softly, I do as he commands.

"Wider."

My thighs splay open completely. He starts thrusting into me with slow, steady strokes. I match his tempo with every roll of my hips. Soon, inch after inch, he feeds his cock into my cunt, easing in all the way, balls deep, and the size of him nearly splits me in half. My cunt feels way too full of his cock, and yet, somehow, my heart feels even fuller. Fingernails dig into his back, drawing blood as I writhe and scratch and moan from too much fucking pleasure. With our bodies as one, his gaze, soft and full of wonder, lands on me. It makes me feel quite vulnerable, and, yet, seen by him for the first time in a long time.

We fuck like there's no tomorrow, moving together in perfect harmony. I'm chasing after more than pleasure. I think he's craving something more as well. It's like Nicco and I are both searching for the love we lost in this beautifully wild and intimate moment. He fucks me like he loves me. I fuck him back harder. Our breaths are a fluttering, frenzied mess. Sweat drenches my skin, and I feel hot and intoxicated, utterly drunk on Nicco. I'm alive because of him.

"Harder," I beg, "faster."

Nicco picks up speed, ramming into me at full force. I feel as though I might shatter beneath him. I want to shatter. I welcome it. I want to break so that we can be rebuilt into something even more beautiful. Euphoria finds me, at last, exploding in continuous bursts of blinding relief. My eyes squeeze shut as I cry out in pleasure.

He doesn't stop driving into me as I ride out my climax. "Look at you."

I pant softly, "What about me?"

"You beautiful fucking devil you." Not once taking his eyes off me, he adds, "I am sorry for doubting you. For everything. Juan Pablo. Manning. Sossaman-Hewitt."

Emotion seizes me. My voice feels faint and tight when I whisper, "You don't need to apologize."

"Alright, you will hear no more apologies from me," Nicco agrees with a low, guttural groan as he gives one final, shuddering thrust, pouring himself into me, "but I want you to know. Never have I been so fucking happy to be proven wrong. From this moment on, we are going to become an unstoppable force, you and I, in the years to come. Just you wait and see."

***

Nicco and I ditched Newman's party shortly after he fucked my brains out. I'm now sitting next to him in the backseat of a black Benz, giving an about the dirt I've dug up on Oliver's movements. The greedy bastard's definitely planning to swallow Jackson & James whole if we don't beat him to the punch.

"We need to neuter Danmore," Nicco asserts, "before they can fuck us over."

"Would you consider establishing Differential Voting Rights? If some shares carry more voting power than others, you can, at the very least, stall Oliver before he can strike."

"I am not interested in DVRs. I would rather set up a shareholder's rights plan."

"The poison pill defense tactic seems way too soft of an approach." I scoff. "Wouldn't you rather be on the offense than defense?"