NERO: Alliance Series Book One
NERO: Chapter 39

Her pussy clenches around my finger and I need more.

I shove another finger inside her, wedging it in next to the first. And with my other hand, I undo my zipper.

The plan was to steal her underwear, touch her until she got wet, then leave her wanting more. But that plan was out the window long before I felt just how soaked her pussy was for me. Now that I have her juices running down my fingers…

Payton leans her weight back into me.

I pull my hips back, giving myself space to wedge my dick out of my pants without undoing my belt.

With my jacket blocking my actions to one side, and her skirt blocking my actions from the front, I only have to worry about anyone passing by on our exposed left side. Because if anyone looks too closely, and sees any part of Payton’s ass, I’ll have to end them.

I push my fingers deeper and press my palm against her clit as I start to stroke my cock. The feel of her slippery slit under my fingers making me painfully hard.

“Is that it, Baby? Just one time with my dick and now you need more?”

She writhes under my touch. “Who said I haven’t had another dick since you?”

Red tinges the edge of my vision. “I said.” I curl my fingers and press my palm harder against her, getting a literal grip on her pussy. “If someone even thinks about putting their cock in you, I’ll slice their head off and put their skull on a pike outside your balcony.” I jerk my cock rougher. “So keep that in mind, my pretty little thing.”

Payton’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t tense at my threat. No, she trembles. From the inside out.

“You like that?” I rasp, my strokes getting longer.

Still curling my fingers inside her, I jiggle my hand, the fast back and forth movement rubbing my palm against her bud.

“Nero!”

“That’s right, say my name, Baby. But not too loud, remember?” I bend my knees enough that I can use the tip of my dick to catch the bottom hem of her skirt. When I rise, I let my dick slap up between her thighs, making Payton clench in surprise, squeezing the shit out of my fingers once again.

I wish she was naked, so I could see every inch of her, but this… fuck. Having her at my mercy, surrounded by strangers, one poorly timed glance away from disaster, makes precum seep from my tip.

I thrust forward, my cock sliding between her slick thighs, her hot pussy searing the top of my length.

“Holy shit,” Payton gasps.

I slide my hips back, then forward, two more times, and I’m nearly ready to blow.

Payton stands so still, it’s like she’s not affected. But her lips are parted, her eyes are unfocused, and her chest is rising and falling with frantic breaths.

“So wet for me.” I slide my cock out from between her thighs and grip my length again. Only this time, I keep the head pressed against her. “Are you close? Do you want to come, Payton?”

She nods, her hair slipping from behind her ear to cover the side of her face I can see.

My hand inside her stills, even as I continue to jack off against her ass.

I use her slickness coating me to slide the head of my cock between her ass cheeks. “I told you not to come here tonight. But you didn’t listen.” I slide my cock up and down, the tip rubbing against her unused hole. “So, you don’t get to come.” Her muscles clench, her cheeks working to grip my dick. “Not without my dick inside you.” I let go of my cock and reach down to slide two fingers through her heat. “I don’t have time to get you ready.” I drag my fingers up, rubbing her slickness against her hole. “I’ll give you one finger.” I press my fingertip forward, and between her wetness, and what I already rubbed against her, I get inside. “That’s it.” I work her muscles and feel her relax. “Maybe two.” I slide the first finger out, then join it with a second, my other palm not moving, just pressing against her clit. “Fuck, Baby. You want it so bad.”

“Please.” Payton shifts on her feet.

“Please what?” I can barely grit out the words.

“Please, Nero.” The hands that had balled into fists at her sides reach up and claw at my arm. “I need you.”

Fuuuuck.

There’s nothing she could say that would affect me more.

She needs me.

And I need her.

My hand tightens around my cock and I jerk my dick faster.

“Please!” she cries, her little fingertips digging into my arm.

And that tiny pinch of pain is all it takes before the first rope of cum shoots out of me. “That’s my Baby.” I grind my palm over her clit. “Take it.” My hips push forward and another burst of cum lubes my way. “Take it and you can come.”

I can hardly speak, my entire focus on the head of my dick as it pushes through her tight ring of resistance.

And it’s too much.

I drop my forehead to her shoulder and my cock pulses two times, three times more, filling her with my release.

And with the tip of my dick inside her ass, and my fingers buried in her pussy, she explodes.

Her entire body trembles and my balls squeeze painfully.

I tip my head up in time to catch the look on her face.

With her eyes closed, lips parted, and cheeks flushed, she looks like passion personified.

My lips seal against the side of her neck, and even though she’s lost in bliss, her body relaxes against me. And my cock slides just a little bit deeper.

Christ.

Movement at the edge of my vision, near our uncovered side, pulls my attention, and I look up to lock eyes with a familiar face.

The man from the café.

The guy who gave Payton the ticket to this event, is standing just a few feet away. The colored lights from the show flashing over his shocked features.

So, with him watching, I slowly slide my hand up and out of Payton’s skirt, drawing an invisible line of wetness up her stomach on the way. When my fingers, covered in her shine, are visible over the top of her waistband, I splay my hand across her stomach, holding her against me.

Affronted anger rolls off him, but he just keeps impotently standing there.

Grinning against her neck, I shift my foot to the inside of Payton’s, nudging it until she spreads her legs a little more. Her muscles relax their grip on my dick, and I gently slip free from her ass.

Payton lets out a delicious moan, that only I can hear, but my eyes stay on the man as my release starts dripping out of her.

The music is too loud for anyone to hear the splatter when it hits the ground, but I watch the punk’s eyes flick down.

Only then does he turn and leave.