Enough

chapter Twelve

Tiffany

“ You understand why I freaked out right?”

Sitting across the table from Mira, I play with the straw in my lemonade. It’s been three days since the incident. I’ve felt the change in Nico. He isn’t being mean or distant, but I can tell my actions might have hurt him.

Mira puts her fork down in her plate and gives me her undivided attention.

“You know that saying, God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers?” I nod. “Well, there is definitely some truth to it, because if a sexy ass billionaire wanted me to ride his dick, I’d be there right now instead of here with you.”

Shaking my head, I laugh out loud at my friend. “I don’t want people to think I got that job just because he wanted to have sex with me.”

“Who the fuck cares what those people say,” she tosses her hands into the air. “You waited patiently for three years to catch a break at that job. You never complained, even though you should have. Fuck Tess and her jealous slander. You earned that job fair and square. Look,” she says sitting up straight in her seat. “You waited patiently to get recognized at work, and you spent nine years holding on to a relationship with a man that you should have dumped after the first year. You’ve paid your dues. I say you’re killing two birds with one stone. You deserve this, bestie.”

I still felt so guilty. I’ve only known Nico for six and a half months. Not to mention I was in a serious relationship when I first met him. Part of me feels as if I’m moving too fast, yet there is another part of me that feels so connected to that man. If I believed in true love and fated mates, I’d swear he was mine. It’s like God put him in my life at the perfect time.

Glancing up briefly at Jake standing in the corner, I turn my attention back to Mira. “What if this is only sex for him? What if I’m running from one dead-end relationship to another brick wall?”

Mira shakes her head. “You clearly need to get your eyes checked. When Mr. Basille looks at you, he looks like a man possessed. When you two are in the same room, neither of you can keep your eyes off each other. Everyone can feel the attraction. It isn’t just sex, Tiff. That man wants you.”

Sinking back in my seat, I allow her words to circulate my thoughts. Nico has given me plenty of signs that he’s interested, but it’s always my doubts that try to paint his intentions as innocent. Maybe, it’s time I stop downplaying the situation, and let him know I feel the same way.

“You’re right,” I say to Mira.

“I’m always right. Remember when I told you not to get those bangs in seventh grade?”

I cringe at the reminder.

“I’m going to shoot my shot tonight,” I say with more confidence than I feel.

“Yes, now we’re talking.” Mira snaps her fingers sitting up in her chair. “Do you need some pointers from your best friend?”

Holding up a hand, I say, “No ma’am. I don’t think Nico is ready for your crazy ass tips.”

“Girl, I’d teach you some things that would have him ready to propose to you. Ask Quentin. His ass ain’t been sane since I gave him a piece.”

Laughter spills from my lips loudly. I needed this time with my best friend. It helped clear my mind and give me the confidence I needed. Tonight, I’m letting Nico know I’m ready. The ball will be in his court.

**

I take one last look in the mirror, glancing at my plum-colored lacy two-piece lingerie set. My makeup is simple, only a little lip gloss, liner, and mascara. I’d hate to sweat off a full face of makeup in his bed.

Pushing my braids over my shoulders, I smile. Thankfully I got my braids redone two weeks ago. The curled ends fell to my hips. The woman staring back at me in the mirror looked confident. You would have no idea that on the inside she was a ball of nerves.

Taking one last look at the silk robe on the counter, I grab it and put it on. Mira told me to walk out with nothing but the lingerie on, but I’m not Mira.

“Tiffany,” Nico calls my name through the house.

“This is it, girl,” I say to my reflection. “Go get your man.”

Walking out of my bathroom, I head toward his voice. Nico’s house is huge. I’m borrowing the second primary bedroom. There are only two bedrooms on the first floor, his primary and then mine. His room was at one end of the long hall and mine is on the opposite end. I stop at the dining room and take a deep breath before heading into the foyer.

The moment I come into sight, Nico’s eyes widen, and a look crosses his face that reminds me of a large predator before it pounces. The vein in his neck throbs as his gaze rakes over my body from head to toe. No words are spoken between us. My heart is beating rapidly in my ears. I wonder if he can hear it.

He runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a step toward me.

“Niccolo,” a female voice calls. Nico stops moving and his gaze goes from hungry to apologetic in an instant. I quickly tie my robe right as a tall leggy blonde comes around the corner.

She’s yet to notice me because her eyes are fixated on Nico.

“Sorry, I had to freshen up my makeup, we can go now.”

“Tiffany, this is Vivian Long. An old friend of mine.”

Vivian finally turns to me. It takes her only a second to size me up and deem me unimportant, judging by the sneer on her face.

“Nic, we were more than just friends,” she says placing her hands on his chest.

I feel like an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t going to wait for me forever. I’ve kissed the man twice and let him go down on me just to pull away on some bullshit. What truly sucks about this situation is I can’t be mad at him because we aren’t together. He was probably tired of dealing with whiplash from my hot and cold behavior.

Crossing my arms over my body, I look at the wall over their heads refusing to let the tears fall.

“Mr. Basille, your ride is here,” Roc, Nico’s head bodyguard says.

“Let’s go, Darling,” Vivian purrs. She quickly turns to me. “It was nice meeting you, Tasha.”

I would have corrected her on my name, but she’d already turned and headed toward the door before finishing her statement.

I’m left in the foyer with only Nico. Silence surrounds us. His hands clench in tight fist at his side.

“Angel,” he finally says using his newly acquired nickname for me.

Holding up a hand, I cut him. Planting a smile on my face, I say. “It’s all right, Mr. Basille. Have a great night.”

Before he can say anything that could possibly make me feel more embarrassed than I already do, I quickly leave the foyer and head back to my bedroom. I need a drink to get over this night.

**

Thirty minutes, three shots, and a glass of wine later, I’m lying across my bed in my towel trying not to imagine Nico fucking Vivian.

Rolling onto my back I sigh as the vision of him pushing between her thighs runs through my head.

“I shouldn’t have had those drinks,” I admit out loud to myself.

Alcohol makes me horny. It’s also not helping that it’s been nearly ten months since I’d had sex. Mix that with me visualizing Nico with someone else. UGH!

I wonder is he looking at her the way he looked at me in that foyer? Is he kissing her with the overwhelming and dominating kisses he gives me. My thoughts turn back to that night a few days ago when he sucked on my pussy like it was a perfectly seasoned ox tail. Instead of running away, I pull him up from the floor and taste myself on his lips. I imagine the bulge I felt briefly that night while my legs were wrapped around him, is now pressed into me telling me how much he wants me.

Closing my eyes, I spread my legs, allowing my fingers to trace my inner thighs softly. In my head, I imagine Nico trailing soft kisses down my neck toward my aching breasts. I use one hand to grab one heavy globe and squeeze.

The Nico in my imagination drops to his knees in front of me once again, yanks my panties down and rolls his tongue over my clit. I moan as my fingers imitate Nico’s that night. However, my digits lack the length and thickness his had.

Slipping my fingers into my wet center, I drag them back out and circle my clit. Imaginary Nico looks up at me in my thoughts, his face covered in my cream as he tells me to be a good girl and come for him. He dives back to his meal in my head, and I rub harder on my clit.

My orgasm is fast approaching. “Fuck, Nico. Don’t stop.” I whimper.

“I haven’t even started yet, Angel.”

My eyes spring open and I sit up in my bed. Placing one hand over my heart, I stare into the hungry gaze of the real Nico Basille. He leans against the doorframe as he sips from a glass of dark liquor.

“Where’s your date?” I ask the first question that pops into my head.

He pushes away from the door and walks over toward me stopping at the dresser. He gulps the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass down. He then walks over to the foot of the bed.

“First of all, it was never a date,” he says undoing his tie. I watch with a racing heart as he drops the black silk garment on the bed. “I had a fundraiser tonight for my non-profit organization for troubled youth. She was going as a plus one. After the other night, I didn’t think you would feel comfortable accompanying me.” He removes his jacket dropping it onto the bed, then goes for the cuff links on his shirt sleeve. “But to answer your question, Vivian is at home. She’s a bit disappointed I canceled on her, but she understands.”

Watching him slowly undress, I ask the next question that pops in my head, “Shouldn’t you be at the fundraiser?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m right where I need to be. Besides, my brothers co-own the organization, they will stand in for me tonight.”

Swallowing the lump that forms in my throat, I try to remain calm. “Nico,”

He holds up a hand similar to the way I did him earlier. “Do you want me, Tiffany?”

Is he serious. “Yes,” my mouth moves on a reply before my brain even gets a chance to form a thought.

He yanks his shirt open; buttons fly everywhere. My eyes immediately go to his impeccable body. Golden skin, prominent abs, and broad shoulders. He’s built like a work of art. Even the detailed tattoo of Saint Michael on his chest kneeling and wielding his sword is gorgeous.

“Once I claim your body, there will be no more running, do you understand?” He drops his shirt on the floor.

I nod my head in agreement because my mouth is too dry to put together words.

“No,” he says sliding his belt out of the loops and tossing it to the floor. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you’re done running from me.”

“I’m done,” I say the words in a soft whisper, but the room is silent enough for him to hear me.

“Good, now lay your ass back and spread your legs.”

The gruffness in his voice has my brain malfunctioning. I pause, instead of sliding down like he asks, I back up toward the headboard. A smirk comes over his face right before he grabs my left ankle and yanks my body toward him at the foot of the bed.

“Where’re you going, Angel?”

The towel that was once wrapped around me is now pushed up my body showcasing my most intimate part. Nico lifts my leg and places a kiss at the arch of my foot. He then slowly trails feather soft kisses down the inside of my leg, stopping every few pecks to suck the flesh into his mouth before going further.

He stops at my thigh and stands up straight. I stare back at him as my chest heaves up and down.

“What’s wro…” my words are cut short when Nico grabs my hips and lifts them to his face. He wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks yanking the orgasm that was dancing on the surface earlier to come full blown. I scream my release as my nails scratch at the sheets beneath me.

Nico eats my pussy as if it’s his favorite meal. My thighs are pressed against his ears and my legs are over his shoulders. My entire body, except for my shoulders and head, is off the bed.

Another orgasm roars to life in me and I squirm in his grip, my clit becoming too sensitive for his talented tongue. Without explaining it, he abandons my nub and sticks his tongue inside of me lapping up every ounce of my essence.

“Oooh…. Shit…,” I moan enjoying the new sensation.

Once he’s cleaned me thoroughly with his tongue, he lowers my body to the bed. I lay sprawled out beneath him like a wet rag. I’m already spent and we’ve yet to have sex.

“Angel, you taste so damn good I can feast on you forever and never grow tired.” To further get his point across, he licks his lips taking in the mess I made on his mouth.

Pushing up on my elbows, I smirk. “I haven’t tasted you yet?”

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing at me. His hands go to the button of his suit pants. I watch in rapt interest as he pops the button and unzips his pants. In one quick movement he’s out of both his bottoms and his boxers. He’s now standing before me in all his naked glory and it’s in that moment that I realize I’ve just stepped in the shit. Nico is huge. Marcus was a good size, and our first time hurt like hell. But Nico is long and wide. His dick is what dildos are shaped after.

He chuckles, causing me to look up at him. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt… much.”

He places a knee on the bed, and I scoot back. I’m not sure if I’m giving him space or running from him again. He wraps a hand around my neck, stopping my movements. His brown eyes stare deep into mine. I want this. Despite some of the fight leaving me after seeing what he’s working with, I still want this.

I guess he reads that in my eyes. He lets go of my neck. “Put me in.”

Lying back, Nico covers my body with his, being sure to keep his weight off me. He looks down in my eyes as I wrap my hand around his thick length. Placing the large mushroom head at my entrance, I rub it against my clit and down between my lips. Nico closes his eyes and bites down into his bottom lip.

Placing him directly at my opening, I go to pull him forward. He places a hand over mine, and I look up into his eyes.

“You’re mine after this. All mine, Tiffany.” If I’m not mistaken, there’s almost a threat behind his words, but clearly, I’m wrong.

“I’m already yours, Niccolo.”

He groans and removes his hand allowing me to pull him into me. The first few inches are a tight fit. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to shove the entire thing inside me. He rotates his hips, moving in and out of me at a slow pace. Already, I feel full.

“Wait. Wait. Shit,” I cry out pushing at his chest. He looks down into my face. “Are you all the way in yet?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Naw, my angel, I’m not all the way in yet.”

Fuck me, how much more dick does he have.

“Relax, Tiff, let me work my pussy.”

Biting into my bottom lip, I relax into his strokes. He dips his head, placing a kiss on my lips before sucking my tongue into his mouth. His hips push forward, and I squeal but he swallows it. His balls bounce against my ass and I know for a fact he’s fully seated inside of me. He draws out and slowly moves back in.

I moan at the sudden onset of pleasure. That’s all Nico needed to hear; his pace grows faster causing me to whimper as he hits deep inside of me.

“Ahhh, yes Nico.” I cry out when he bites into my shoulder and then licks it. His hips smack into me causing a clapping sound to drown out my wetness. He feels so good I want to cry.

He grabs the back of my thigh and pushes it further up as he drives into me. I cry out his name when he hits a spot that has me coming all over him.

Nico tosses his head back. “Fuck, Angel, this shit is so good.”

He wasn’t lying, his dick had me wanting to ask him to marry me.

Suddenly he pulls out. “On your knees

I slowly turn over, but apparently, I’m not moving fast enough. Nico smacks my ass causing me to move faster. As soon as I’m on all fours he enters me.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I cry out at his intrusion.

Nico fucks me like he’s proving a point. I try to throw it back, but he has too much length for my theatrics. I lower my upper body to the mattress but keep my ass in the air. He smacks the shit out of my butt.

“No, don’t give up. Throw your ass back for me.”

I obey him, rocking my hips into his thrust. He wraps his hands around my braids pulling my head back. I lift up so he can kiss me. He slides a hand down the front of my body without slowing down his strokes. He finds my nub and starts to circle it. I release his kiss and place my head back on his shoulder. I roll my hips loving the feeling of his hand between my legs.

“That’s my girl. Dance on this cock.”

In no time, I’m shooting off into outer space. My body shakes as I claw at his arms wanting him to stop and keep going all at the same time.

“Give that shit to me, Tiffany. Give it all to me,” Nico growls in my ear and I go off once again.

Finally, my body gives out and I slump against him. He lowers me down onto the bed. With one hand under my hips, he lifts my ass off the bed as he continues to fuck me. Finally, he groans long and hard. Jets of his hot semen paint my walls. He collapses down beside me; his heavy breathing matches my own.

Turning to him, I smile and say, “Good thing you found my birth control.”

When the movers first took my stuff from me and Marcus’ place, they misplaced my birth control. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Nico was the one that found the pack and brought it to me. I started taking them two months ago.

Nico grins. “Yeah. Good thing.”

Not long after, I’m out like a light. However, I only got about thirty minutes of sleep, because before long I’m woken up by the feel of Nico sliding back inside me.