Remember

chapter thirteen

Tiffany

O nce again, my call goes unanswered. It’s a little after 8 pm and Nico should’ve been home hours ago. Ever since that night three months ago, he has been home like clockwork. He usually walks in, puts his things down, and immediately comes to find me.

We have spent every day having sex. Just this morning he had me bent over the kitchen sink as he impaled me from behind.

After dialing his number once again and getting no answer, I start to grow anxious. It isn’t that I was demanding Nico come right home after work or anything, but he’s usually good at letting me know if he’s going to be late. Not only has he not called to inform me of his lateness, he hasn’t texted me at all today which is also not like him.

This time, instead of calling Nico, I dial his brother, Salv. After Nico and I made it official, he gave me all his brothers’ numbers. He told me to use them in case of an emergency or if I couldn’t reach him.

“Well, hello, Ms. Best?” Salv’s smooth voice comes through the phone. There’s so much commotion in the background I can hardly hear him. “Hold on a second,” he says. “I need everyone to shut the fuck up,” he shouts and immediately the noise in the background ends. “What can I do for you, sis?”

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but have you heard from Nico today? I’ve tried calling him and everything. He’s not answering and I’m starting to get worried. That guy Saint is still out there and…”

“Whoa, whoa, Baby Girl,” Salv says with a chuckle. “Take a deep breath.”

I listen to his advice and actually take a deep breath.

“Do you know what today is?” he asks. I run through my mind trying to figure out what today could be. It isn’t his birthday, that’s in October.

“No, what am I missing?”

He sighs. “It’s the anniversary of his parents’ death. He always goes missing on today.”

I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. I had no idea that was today. As much as he talks about his parents, he hardly ever speaks of their death.

“Do you know where he is?”

Salv is quiet for a minute. At first, I think he might have gotten disconnected, but I know he’s still there.

“Usually, he likes to be alone on today, but I have a feeling you’ll be good for him. He’s at his office.”

“Thank you, Salv.”

“Anytime, sis.”

I hang up the phone and quickly rush to the mudroom to grab my purse, keys, and shoes. Thinking of everything I know about Nico, I make a few stops before I pull up to his office building.

“Hello, Ms. Best,” Mr. Don, the front door security guard says as I rush into the building.

“Hey Don,” I say as I run past him to the elevators.

It feels like the elevator takes forever getting to the top floor. As soon as the doors open, I sprint out with my bag of stuff. No one is on the floor, which is a lot different from the usual hustle and bustle of the workday.

His office door is closed, I give a quick two knocks before letting myself in. As soon as I enter, I spot Nico behind his large desk. He looks nothing like the poised man that I’m used to seeing. His tie is hanging loosely around his neck, the white work shirt looks wrinkled, and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are red.

“Angel, what are you doing here?”

Walking over to him, I place the bags on his desk. He turns in his seat to face me, and I stand in between his legs.

“I know what today is.”

He goes to open his mouth, but I place my finger over his lips to quiet him. “I know you’re use to being alone on this day, but when I told you I was yours that night I meant it. That means, you never have to face anything without me by your side. So, if you want to sit in silence, I’m all for it.” I turn to the bag I placed on the desk and open it up. “I brought a word puzzle book to keep me busy and quiet. If you’re like me and like to eat when you’re feeling down, I got a bunch of those little snack pies you like. I even went and bought you your favorite bottle of Bourbon. Just in case you want to get shitfaced.” I point to the brown paper bag inside the large grocery bag.

“I’m willing to do whatever you want to do to get through this day as long as I get to be here with you.”

Nico stares at me for a moment. No words are said. For the first time, I think I’m seeing the real Niccolo Basille. Not the well put together businessman or the incredibly sweet guy I’ve grown to know. In his eyes is a sad boy that truly misses his parents.

He stands up, causing me to take a step back. The entire time he moves, he doesn’t speak a word or take his eyes off mine.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

Still without a word, he rakes his hands across his desk tossing everything to the floor with a loud crash.

“Nico the glass….” My words are cut off when he grips my neck before sealing his lips to mine.

This kiss is more aggressive than his others. It’s like he fears I will be snatched away from him at any minute. Suddenly, he lifts me up and plops my bottom on top of his desk. Still not a word has been spoken from him. He pulls away from the kiss, grabbing for my leggings as he drops to his knees. Placing a hand over his, I stop him.

“No, I want to taste you.”

In the three months Nico and I have been having sex, he has gone down on me more times than I can count and I’ve yet to return the favor. Not from lack of trying.

“I’ll be too rough, you’re not ready for that,” he finally speaks.

Shaking my head, I say, “Teach me how you like it. I want to please you.”

He stares for a long minute, biting down on his bottom lip. Finally seeming to make up his mind, he walks away from his desk leaving me sitting on it. After grabbing a small pillow off his leather couch, he comes back to stand in front of me. He drops the pillow on the ground before looking back up to me.

“On your knees, Angel.”

I hurriedly drop to my knees before him. I reach for his belt buckle, but he stops me with a hand over mine.

“If you can’t breathe, tap my leg.”

Wait, why wouldn’t I be able to breathe? What kind of dick sucking is he into? Instead of asking my questions I nod my head.

Nico quickly releases his massive appendage from his pants. It bounces, hitting me in the face.

“Open your mouth wide, stick out your tongue, and tilt your head back.” I oblige, eagerly ready to please him.

He smacks his dick on my tongue twice before pushing it into my mouth. I attempt to move up and down on it, but he holds my head still.

“Give me your eyes.” I look up at him. “Don’t take them off me. I’m about to feed you this cock.”

Shit, his words had the wrong lips drooling. Nico pulls out of my mouth to the tip of his head and then shoves back in. I gag and wretch, but don’t dare tap his leg. He pulls out and this time rolls his hips forward reaching for my tonsils. I swallow when the head reaches the back of my throat.

His head falls back and the veins in his neck stand out.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl.”

New kink immediately unlocks as my thighs grow slick with my need.

Nico starts at a steady pace, his hips stroking in and out of my mouth. I do my best to maintain his rhythm. On each outward stroke I swirl my tongue along the underside of his girth.

“Fuck,” he roars looking back down at me. He grabs my braids up in his hands holding on to them tight. “I want to see you choke on this cock. Can you do that for me?”

I nod my head since he never removed his dick for me to speak. Nico shoves himself further down my throat and holds it there. I gag and heave causing my eyes to water. Saliva pools from the corners of my lips, but I still don’t tap his leg.

“That’s it. Got damn, baby you look so fucking beautiful.” I doubt that, but I don’t argue. Just as I start to feel a little lightheaded, he eases out of me. I gasp for breath. Nico lifts me up off the floor and turns me around to face the desk.

“Put your hands flat and don’t move them.”

I do as he says. He quickly strips me out of my leggings leaving my ass bare to him. When I feel his warm breath blow over my forbidden hole, I jump forward slightly. He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me in place. His tongue runs along my star.

“Nico…. No,” I moan, not use to anyone playing with that particular entrance.

His palm comes down over my ass with a loud slap that has me squealing.

“All this is mine, Tiffany. I can taste whatever the fuck I want to taste.” He dips his fingers into my pussy and I’m already leaking for him. “One day, I’m going to stretch this tight little asshole around my cock, but not today. You’re not ready.”

I was definitely not but hearing him talk about it kind of excited me.

This time when his tongue circled my puckered hole, I didn’t complain. As he tongue kissed my ass, his fingers were working their magic in my pussy.

“Ohhh… Yes... Shit.” I moan as he plays with my clit. I’m so turned on; I can feel my essence running down my thighs.

When he moves his tongue from my back door to my front, I can’t contain myself. I move my hand off the desk to put it in his hair.

“Put that fucking hand back on the desk,” he growls before going back to his meal. I quickly place my hand back down in front of me.

When he sucks my engorged clit into his mouth, I come on a loud moan. My head falls forward between my shoulders as I rock my hips back onto his face.

Nico lets me go. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him get undressed behind me. Once he’s naked, he strokes his length, by using my essence from around his mouth.

“On this day, I like to be alone, not to mourn, but to keep the anger at bay. Unfortunately, you walked into the lion’s den, Angel. Please forgive me.” With those words he sinks so deep into me I scream at the pleasure.

“Oh god, Nico. You’re so deep.”

He lifts my knee up on the desk going even deeper. My arms stretch up over my head, I grip the edge of the desk as he fucks me like my coochie owes him money. One hand has a tight grip on my ass cheek, and the other wrapped around my braids, he intently watches our bodies where they connect.

He speeds up his pace, hitting it so hard and so good the desk starts to move. Yet, it doesn’t stop him. He grabs the leg that was on the desk, twisting my body to the side, he puts my ankle up by his ear.

I cry out when he sinks so deep in me, I’m forced to go up on my tip toes.

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can, and you fucking will.” He places his thumb on my nub and rubs in a circle. I come undone, screaming at the top of my lungs as I squirt all over him. I had no idea I could do that.

“Oh fuck,” he says without pulling out or stopping. He fucks me straight through my orgasm. When I finally come down from my euphoria, he lets my leg down and pulls me up from the desk. My legs feel like cooked noodles.

Nico sits in his chair and then pulls me down on top of him, my back to his front. He places my legs over the arms of his chair, spreading me wide. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to guide himself inside me.

He fucks me from below, wrapping a hand around my neck he yanks my head to his shoulder. His lips find mine, giving me his feverish kiss.

I have to come up for air as he pounds into me from below. My nails dig into the leather of his expensive office chair.

“Mmmmm…don’t stop. I’m about to come again,” I whimper as the tidal wave of my orgasm fast approaches.

“Give it to me. Squirt all over my shit,” He roars.

His words turn the faucet on, and I erupt soaking his lap and his chair. Nico grips my hips as he shoves his entire length in me. I scream as he bathes my walls with his cum.

Finally, he sinks back into the chair. I remove my legs from the arm rest and curl up to his chest like a child.

“You can never leave me, Tiffany. Do you understand.”

Yawning, I reply, “You never have to worry.” Before long, I’m fast asleep.