Nico Robin Sexy Novels & Stories

The woman on top cried out again, louder this time, head thrown back, hips grinding with abandon. Nico groaned deep in his throat, grip tightening as he thrust up into her. “Shit,” he growled, breathless and laughing, “If I die tonight, toss my corpse under this couch. Face down, ass up. Let the next girl ride me into hell.” The others giggled, lips brushing his skin, hands still roaming like worship. “Now come on, girls..” he grinned, licking his bottom lip. “Let’s see if we can make this room fucking flood.”

Anthony commands and I let my orgasm flood my body with pulsating pleasure. My body relaxes as my hand falls to my side. Nico hands Anthony a bottle of lube from the nearby dresser we keep our sexy fun time stuff in. Nico stands at the end of the bed and motions for me to come to him. I immediately jump at his silent command. Anthony is getting on the bed as I move toward Nico. Once I’m in front of Nico I feel the bed dip behind from Anthony. Anticipation and need courses through my body as Nico and Anthony secure the nylon rope around my wrists that are together. They make sure the rope isn’t hurting me and that I’m comfortable.

“I want both of you tonight.” Nico’s eyes flashed with raw, primal hunger. This was new territory for all of us. He moved behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide. I heard the lube cap open. His fingers were surprisingly gentle at first... circling my tight, untouched hole, teasing it before pressing one slick finger inside. I kept slowly riding Matteo while Nico worked me open, adding a second finger, scissoring carefully, stretching the tight ring of muscle until the burning stretch melted into deep, aching pleasure.

Nico’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. “Cara mia, just looking at you undoes me,” he murmured. “And if I win...” “Then?” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Nico leaned closer and brushed his thumb against my lip. “Then I am going to fuck you over the snooker table,” he whispered. “But first, I am going to watch you touch yourself…I want you to be dirty and a bad, bad girl.” My mouth hung open, everything south of my belly clenching.

Christian There’s no one who can mix pleasure and pain with as perfect instinct and finesse as Nico always seems to. I’m surprised I didn’t cum, spray all over his chest again, or right up by that mouth… Maybe it’s those tremors in the earth and the alarm bells going off in my brain-- Nico frenches me in bruising, biting play, sending another jolt of venom through my nervous system, and all coherent thought scatters. That strong hand squeezes at my dick, rubbing at the shaft and bringing that member back to standing attention. “You didn’t cum,” he complains in between kisses, sucking on my earlobe, my jaw, my neck.

The club’s restroom was dimly lit, the bass from the music outside thrumming against the walls. Robin pressed me against the counter, his hands roaming over my body, his breath hot against my skin. I played the part well.. just enough push and pull, just enough teasing to keep him hooked. And then... The door swung open. Robin barely had time to react before Marco stepped inside, a camera flashing once before disappearing. Robin froze. "What the... " Marco smirked, holding up his phone. "Smile, Smith. You’re about to go viral." Panic flashed across Robin’s face. He staggered back, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "This is a setup."

“If I’m good at writing foreplay and sex scenes?” Nico seemed a little taken aback, a flush of red staining his cheeks. But he quickly recovered, clearing his throat. “Of course. If you’d quickly put something down, I’ll read it. Let’s put your intellect to test, shall we?” he added with a nervous laugh. Returning a small smile, Theo set down and glass and leaned forward, palming Nico’s warm erection without warning. His grip was rough and quick, a movement that was both painful and pleasurable as a small groan slipped out of Nico’s lips.

Then my gaze locked on him behind the bar. Nico. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Lean, sharp-jawed, with messy black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes and a body that screamed trouble, tight black tank clinging to smooth, tattooed shoulders, low-slung jeans hugging a perfect bubble ass. He was pouring shots with a smirk that could make a man hard and murderous in the same breath. Handsome didn’t cover it. He was fucking edible. I stopped dead. “That one. Bring him to my booth.”

Nico’s hands roam over my breasts roughly squeezing them, teasing my nipples between his fingers making my head roll back as Erik’s hands roughly grasp my ass and then a hand works it’s way down my ass between my legs, two of his fingers pushing roughly inside, I already feel how wet I am for them and hear his growl so close to my ear as I give way so easily to allow him entrance. A dangerous smile takes NIco’s face and he declares loudly “Such a willing little whore for the men who hate her” I want to snap at him but I know what he’s doing. There’s an appreciative grumble from Damian. I don’t even look in his direction I know he’ll have a fledgling sucking his cock already.

I turn my head sharply to peer out the French doors. Well, Nico is no longer among the missing, because there he is, laying back on a lounger. I can see him through the greenery in the landscaped planter. He's in his bathing suit and shirtless. Those pecs and abs that tantalize me almost constantly now are on full display. But what's worse is that Nico's bare chest is being enjoyed by an up-close audience of one . . . a beautiful woman who, from what I can see from this vantage point, is wearing a barely-there bathing suit herself.