Chapter 25 I WANT YOU 2
I WANT YOU 2
DIANE
Every second felt like an hour. My skin prickled with impatience, my body practically buzzing. If Nico was going to do something, now would be the perfect time. I’d been waiting for him for months—teasing, testing, watching him hold back. And tonight… I didn’t want him to hold back.
He licked his lips, and my pulse jumped. When he closed the space between us, I could feel the air shift, heavy with something we had both been ignoring far too long. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it.
Nico was unpredictable in a way that excited me. I never knew if he was going to give in, or retreat back into that too-polite, too-controlled boy I’d been poking at since the day I met him. I loved the thrill of not knowing—but God, I needed him to act.
In one fluid move, he stripped off his t-shirt and draped it over my shoulders. The faint heat of his skin clung to the fabric, and the scent of him—clean, warm, faintly masculine—wrapped around me. It eased the bite of the autumn air, but it wasn’t the heat I was looking for.
Disappointment curled in my stomach. That was Nico—always careful, always holding himself back. And while I adored his sweetness, just for once I wanted the opposite. I wanted his control to snap. I wanted him to use my body like it belonged to him, to fuck me until I couldn’t stand, to leave me aching and messy and sated.
“Nico,” My voice came out low, a warning. “If you have something to say, you better say it. If not, I’m going back inside.”
I turned, meaning it as a push, a last shove to see if he’d finally take me. I didn’t even get two steps before his hand shot out, cold fingers wrapping around my bicep and yanking me back.
My breath caught. My eyes widened—not from anger, but from the electric thrill of him finally grabbing me.
But his gaze faltered, reading my expression all wrong. He let go, apology spilling from his lips.
I shook my head, stepping in until the space between us disappeared. My breasts brushed his chest, the hard planes of him pressing into the softness of me. My nipples hardened instantly against the thin fabric, and I knew he could feel it.
“Diane—” he started, but I pressed a finger to his lips.
“You get on my nerves so much,” I murmured. “You’re such a gentleman, but honestly? I’m tired of being treated so nicely.”
My hands slid down to his stomach, and I let my fingers trace over the ridges of his abs. His breath hitched, a sharp inhale that made me smile. His skin was warm under my palms, and I wanted more of it.
“W-what do you mean, Diane?”
I rose on my toes, my lips ghosting over his. My voice was a whisper made for the space between heartbeats. “I want you to fuck me, Nico.”
And then I kissed him. Slow at first, just my mouth pressing to his, nibbling at his bottom lip. But I was praying he’d take it further.
And he did.
It was like a switch flipped in him. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me tight against him. His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking just enough to make me gasp and tilt my head back. His mouth devoured mine, his tongue demanding, owning, leaving me breathless. The sheer force of it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.
He broke away only to press his lips to my neck, sucking hard, biting just enough to make my knees tremble. My moans spilled out, unrestrained, vibrating through my throat.
I wanted more—needed more—so I slid my hand down between us, palming the thick, hard length in his shorts. His groan vibrated against my skin, and his own hand dropped to grab my ass, squeezing, pulling me even closer.
The cold faded to nothing as we clung to each other like we’d been starving for this. I lifted my leg, hooking it around his hip, completely forgetting I wasn’t wearing underwear.
Nico's hands gripped me harder before lifting me effortlessly, pressing me against the side of my house. His mouth was hot on mine again, his breath ragged. One hand stayed on my ass, the other slid down between us—and then he froze.
I knew the exact moment he realized I was bare under my nightgown. His groan was deep, almost guttural. His fingers slid through my wetness, up and down my slick folds, teasing before pushing a blunt finger inside me.
“Oh—” My head fell back against the wall, my nails digging into his shoulders. My breasts ached for his touch, and I gave in, pulling down the top of my gown to bare them to the night air.
His groan deepened as his mouth descended, lips closing around my nipple, sucking hard. I gasped, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. A second finger joined the first inside me, stretching me, thrusting slow and deliberate.
“P-please, Nico…” I whimpered, rolling my hips against his hand.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. My lips were swollen, my chest heaving. The way he stared at me made me feel like his personal fantasy brought to life—and I wanted to be exactly that.
“Nico, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll never speak to you again.”
Something in him broke. He shifted my weight in his arms, shoved his shorts down, and his cock sprang free—thick, hard, perfect.
“Put it in,” I breathed, reaching down to spread myself open for him. His groan was pure hunger. The moment he pushed inside, my walls gripped him like they were made for it.
The stretch was intoxicating, my breath catching. He stilled, searching my face. “Are you okay?”
I bit my lip, nodding quickly. “Yeah, keep going."
He started thrusting, slow at first, then deeper, harder. My back scraped against the wall, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was him filling me, every push sending sparks through my body.
“Please, please, Nico,” I moaned, my voice breaking as my walls tightened around him.
“Fuck, Diane…” he groaned, his grip on my thighs bruising in the best way.
I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts, taking control for a moment just to feel him react. Our breaths tangled in the cold air, our bodies hot against each other.
“Next time,” I whispered, “we’re doing this in your bed. I want to suck your cock and ride you until you can’t breathe.”
His hips jerked at my words, the thought clearly hitting him hard. His arms shook from holding me, but he didn’t stop. His pace quickened, and I felt my climax building fast.
It hit me in a rush—white-hot, stealing my breath. I muffled my scream with my hand, my body clenching around him as pleasure tore through me.
He followed, groaning my name into my neck as his release spilled deep inside me.
And as we stayed there, breathing hard, pre
ssed together in the cool night, I knew this wasn’t the last time. Not even close.