A light knock sounds at the door, causing Nico to set his beer down and lift his eyebrows. “She’s here, man.”
“Yeah,” I whisper to myself. “Let her in. Just remember what I said. Don’t push the limits,” I say firmly.
I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. I’m already fighting the urge to crush Nico for touching her. I never was one for sharing. That’s what makes it even harder knowing that she felt like she had to. Being sober makes it easy to feel what she must have, and brings it all forth to the light. I hate myself for always keeping her in the dark.
I take a deep breath and slowly exhale as I hear their voices in the distance. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I can hear the tone in Nico’s voice. He’s getting himself ready and easing her in for what’s to come.
“Fuck.” I hit the sink before leaning into it and resting my head against the mirror. “Don’t be a pussy. This is for her. She deserves this,” I tell myself. I need to get this over with, and fast. No putting it off. It’s time to get straight to the meaning of this visit and show her I’m willing to fight for her this time. No pussying out.
Pushing the door open, I walk through the hall to meet them in the living room. Onyx instantly spots me and freezes in her tracks. She looks stunning in her little black dress and heels. It’s enough to take my breath away. The ink on her skin only adds to it, giving her a sexier edge now, which is my kind of woman; although, my kind has always only been her, and always will be.
She clears her throat and looks between Nico and me. She looks slightly nervous, but quickly shakes it off. “Well, I’m here, Hemy.” She runs her fingers across the wall while making her way over to the couch, seductively. She looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you sure you can handle this?” The girl I knew four years ago is forever gone. I need to keep reminding myself. We are on a different game level now.
I swallow back my anger and focus all my energy on pleasing her. I just need to remember that she needs this to move on from the world of hurt I bestowed on her. She needs me to feel what she felt. “I can handle a lot of shit. Pleasing you is one.” I nod my head toward Nico. “This is Nico. He’s yours to do with as you please.”
“Nico.” She smiles while leaning against the back of the couch. “I like that name. Come here, big guy.”
Nico looks at me in hesitation before I motion for him to go. The faster, the better, cause after this is done, she’s staying with me. I don’t care what it takes. She’ll sleep in my bed and wake up in my bed.
Already knowing the plan, Nico walks over to stand in front of Onyx. He wraps one arm around her waist while fisting her hair and kissing her neck.
Onyx lets out a little moan as her eyes connect with mine. I hold her stare and bite my bottom lip as I nod my head for her to go on. I’m not surprised that she’s a tad hesitant.
Grabbing onto the top of Nico’s shirt, Onyx pulls him into her, causing them both to fall over onto the couch. His lips instantly seek hers as he buries himself between her legs and squeezes her bare thigh.
I walk over to the leather chair and take a seat in front of them. As much as I hate the thought of someone touching her, I can’t help my cock from getting hard. The plan is to watch him touch her, taste her, and arouse her for a while before I join. It’s how Nico always does it with me. Sitting here now, in his seat, I’m not sure how he does it.
“Take her dress off,” I command.
Nico pulls away from the kiss and they stand, before he grabs the bottom of her short, tight, dress and eases it up her body, then pulls it over her head. “Fuck me,” he growls out as he takes in her body.
I sit here, my eyes roaming over her tight little body as I grab my cock and rub it through the fabric. “Don’t be shy, Onyx. This is what you wanted.” I bite my bottom lip in anger. “Take his clothes off. Show me how it feels to be the viewer, witnessing the ultimate betrayal from someone you trust. Hurt me like I hurt you. My heart is yours to stomp on.”
She looks at me, clearly struggling on the inside. I can tell she wants to see me suffer as much as she did, but a part of her hates having to hurt me. I have to push her more, or else she may just walk away for good. I can’t live with that option.
“Remember those hands on my body, Onyx. Do you still visualize all of those girls touching me while I was high out of my fucking mind? How did that make you feel? Make me feel exactly how you felt.”
Full of heated anger, she rips the front of Nico’s shirt open and rubs her hands over his defined chest and abs with an animalistic growl.
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out. Do this for you . . . do this for us.” I grip the arm of the chair, biting back my anger as she goes for his jeans and tugs them off with force. He’s standing there in only his briefs now.
“Touch her, Nico,” I bite out. “Give her what she needs. Bend her over the couch and lick her pussy. You better fucking lick it good too.”
Knowing I’m a pro at eating Onyx’s pussy makes me smile to myself. There is no way she will enjoy it as much as when it’s my tongue pleasuring her. Knowing that I’m here watching her will only make her realize that it can be me. All she has to do is ask.
Nico smirks while gripping Onyx’s hips and pushing her down so that her hands are buried in the couch and her ass is up in the air. He squats, slowly pulling her panties down along the way, baring her pussy to both of us. My cock jumps at the sight and I have to fight the urge to run my tongue up it.
I watch as Nico positions on his knees, grips her firm ass, and runs his tongue up her slick folds. I glance down at Onyx’s face to see her not looking the least bit impressed. It makes me smile on the inside, although, the bigger part of me wants to yank Nico away from her. She’s supposed to be mine and mine alone, but I fucked that up.
Nico gets into it, shoving his tongue deep, pulling it in and out while pulling his briefs down and stroking his cock behind her. A little moan escapes from Onyx’s mouth, but nothing compared to when I pleasured her.
“Hemy,” she moans out. “I need you to get naked. Take those clothes off before I scream.” She twists her neck to look at me in anticipation.
Smirking, I slowly unbutton my white shirt before ripping the last few buttons off and tossing my shirt aside. I stand and pull my belt through the loops, the leather sounding along the way. I unbutton my jeans, sliding down the zipper, slowly and teasingly.