Nico
“Don't leave,” Aliana whines, reaching for me.
“I'm just going to the bathroom,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head and yanking my socks off.
“Noooo,” she groans, slumping onto her side and staring up at me, her eyes melting into puddles that make my insides twist in uncomfortable ways.
“Princess, I just need to-”
“Pleaseee?” She begs, pouting.
“For the love of…” I mutter, striding over to the bed and scooping her up. “Fine.”
“Yay,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist and burying her face into my bare chest. “You always smell good.”
I chuckle and she plants wet kisses across my chest.
“Hey Princess?” I groan, stepping into the bathroom.
“Mhm?” She asks, clinging to me.
“Maybe stop with the kisses,” I growl, reaching down to adjust my dick.
“You don't want kisses?”She asks, pouting as she gazes up at me.
“That's not true, Princess,” I say, reaching behind her head and gathering her curls up into a bun, then reaching for her wrist. “Can I have the hair tie?”
“Meany,” she grumbles, shoving her wrist in my direction.
I pull the band off her wrist and secure her hair on the top of her head. She gazes up at me before panting more kisses down my stomach.
“Jesus Princess,” I growl, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her face away from my stomach. “You gotta stop.”
She moans and leans against my hands, her eyes flickering shut. Gently, I kiss her nose and lean her back against the mirror. She peers at me through narrowed eyes, a drunk smile appearing on her lips.
I strip my jeans off, still trying to hide the very painful erection, and race out to my room, snatching my hoodie off the back of my desk chair. When I get back, Aliana is sitting, her head tilted upwards and her eyes shut, her mouth moving but no sound coming out.
“Wanna fuck?” She says and I choke.
“Princess, you are drunk,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
“But…”
“No buts, arms up. Let's get you out of this getup,” I say, reaching for the edge of her shirt and swallowing sharply, reminding myself that this is Aliana and she is very, very drunk.
I pull her shirt over her head as she giggles, then I reach and unbutton her jean shorts and lift her up, pulling her shorts off with my free hand.
“Here,” I say, handing her my hoodie.
“Help,” she whines, reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra.
It falls down into her lap and her small, perfect tits are bared to me. I swallow, resisting the urge to lean forward and wrap my lips around one, and instead help her get the hoodie onto her arms and over her head. Almost immediately, she drops forward and leans against me. I grab her, lifting her into my arms, and moving to carry her out to my bed.
“You know, you aren't that bad. Like, maybe, in another life…” she trails off. “If I didnt have to take care of my siblings, I would date you.”
Her cheek rests against my chest, and her eyes are shut, her eye lashes fluttering against my chest every so often.
I pull the covers of my bed back and set her down gently, pulling the covers back over her as she cuddles into the sheets.
“Nico?” She mumbles, not opening her eyes.
“Yes Princess?” I say, turning my center light off.
“Are you leaving?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I chuckle, rearranging my dick again before walking back over to the bed and slipping under the covers. Aliana snuggles into me as I spoon her, one hand sneaking beneath the hoodie and splaying over her stomach.
“You're gonna have a hangover tomorrow,” I say, kissing her head.
“I never get a hangover,” she says, giggling.
“Whatever you say, Princess.”
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I know this is a short chapter. Wrote it on the way back to the States. If you wanna see about my trip, go check out my YoutTube channel, AdventureSQUARED09.
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RomanceAliana lives for cars. She works three jobs to hold her live together and keep her siblings out of foster care, and she loves two things, Cars and her little sibblings. Nothing more, Nothing less. What happens when loving two things isn't enough??
