The meeting with the Bratva, had drained Nico in ways he did not think possible. Eight hours of non-stop negotiations, posturing, threats of violence, actual violence, and they were still no closer to a deal. The Russians wanted a bigger share in some of their joint enterprises, but did not want to pay the additional charges.
It was very frustrating, and had worn down the last of Nico's patience. "Apologies ladies and gentlemen, but an important issue that requires my direct intervention has come up. I am afraid I will have to end the meeting here," Nico had lied through his teeth, not even batting an eye. Lying to his business associates was less of a hassle than taking out his gun and shooting all of them. Which Nico had been tempted to do several times during the meeting. With one final look at Sergei, the blond smirking like he always was, his blue eyes watching Nico, the Bianchi don took his leave. Making sure his steps were slow and measured. Letting all of them know that he was walking out, not running away.
Normally, after such a day he would wind down with a few glasses of wine, but the moment he had gotten home and had his hands around the bottle, he had known it would not be enough.
Which was why he was currently outside Gianna Alonso's apartment, wine bottle in hand…knocking. A don did not knock, if a don wanted in your house they either kicked the door down or blew it up.
But apparently, when it came to booty calls, even a don had to adhere to societal norms. He knocked several times, and when that got no response he long pressed the ancient looking doorbell, shocked when it made a sound.
"Hold your horses! I am on my way," Gianna called. He heard scuffling noises from inside and let go of the doorbell, loosening the tie around his neck with one hand.
A shadow fell across the peep hole, then he heard the sound of multiple chain locks being released-good, one could never be too safe. The door finally opened and he stepped inside.
"Evening, cara, as promised I hold no horses," He said in way of greeting, her mouth tilting up at his awful joke.
"You are so lucky, you are good looking. Your flirting would not have even got you a second look," She said playfully, teasing him in a way that the knots bunching up his neck loosening.
"Come on in," She stepped aside, letting him in and Nico walked into her apartment. The door closed and he turned to her, his eyes roaming over her body, noticing for the first time what she was wearing.
Oh…he stood rooted on the spot, his brain offline.
Nico was used to beautiful women, and Gianna herself was lovely. But so far he had only ever seen her dressed her best, aware that she would be in the company of others. But Gianna in the comfort of her home was completely different. She wore a large white t-shirt that ended mid thigh, its sleeves going down to her elbows, the neck so large it hung off her shoulder. It was so old he could see her rosy nipples through it, and when she turned to lock the door, her ass was on full display for him, her red underwear easy to see.
"What?" She looked down on herself, then brought her hands up, crossing them over her chest.
"Sorry I am not all dolled up. I did not know you were coming. Had I known I would taken time to look better than this," She released her hands, gesturing up and down her body with them.
What was she on about? How could she honestly not know how hot she looked in that moment? Maybe she had become desensitized, years upon years of seeing herself and Gianna no longer realized how hot she looked.
She had not even said hello, but Nico was already half hard. The cocked her head, idly at her hair, said hair was bound loosely in a cute bandana, tied in little bow.
"If it bothers you so much I can go and get changed ," She said, finally betraying how thrown she was by his sudden arrival by kicking her feet lightly.
An action that brought her mismatched socks to attention. A jarring combination of pink and purple, both so old they were down to her ankles. She lifted her left leg, rubbing it against the back of her right and Nico felt light-headed.
"No-no need to change," He managed to rasp.
Nothing about her outfit, or her actions was remotely sexy, but his dick was in firm disagreement , tenting his pants, digging painfully into his zip.
Gianna, unaware of his plight, continued talking.
"I've ordered pizza and was just about to dig in, you can join me if you want, not sure if it will go with the wine though-" She took the bottle and walked past him in the narrow hallway. Smelling like new fabric and roses( the same way she had smelt during their first time-an addictive scent).
He trailed behind her, eyes on her ass, watching it bounce as she moved. With great effort he cast his gaze from her behind, taking in the open plan kitchen and living room. The latter warm and homey, with multi-coloured fabric piled in one corner next to a sewing machine on a long table. The artworks on the walls loud and bright, the vase next to the TV full of fake flowers that looked homemade. Even the couch had her obvious touch on it, piled with cushions of different colours and designs. Some of them matching the fabric in the corner. Combinations one would not find in a store. It was rather charming, and Nico would have loved to pay closer attention to it, but then Gianna did something that demanded all of his attention. She leaned over the arm rest, reaching over to place the wine bottle on her small wooden table. The too large shirt rode up, exposing her ass and Nico lost the battle with looking away.
"- was not really expecting company-" She was babbling, his silence obviously making her more uncomfortable but Nico could not speak. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, his eyes glued to her butt.
That ass…he had to.
He reached out without meaning to, swatting at it and she yelped and straightened.
"Nico! What are you doing? Why did you-" She turned back to him with a glare, but whatever she saw in his eyes made her go silent.
She bit her bottom lip and that was it for Nico. He gripped that luscious ass and hauled her close, his mouth crashing against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands on his pants, releasing the buckle and pulling them down, freeing his hard cock. He rutted against her, desperate. Breaking the kiss, he looked around…the couch was the nearest sturdy surface.
He turned her around, pressing open mouthed kisses to the back of her neck, moving them both forward as he did so. They reached the couch, and he stopped kissing her bending her over the arm rest. Her ass on full display for him.
He lifted up the shirt, exposing her panties and dragging them down. The fabric was soaked, and so was she, her cunt already wet without him ever having touched her.
That was so hot.
He did not even have the strength to tease her. Simply grabbing his cock and guiding the head in. Popping in after a bit of resistance and then going in, in one smooth slide, the friction drawing twin moans from both of them.
"Cara mia, you are perfect," He told her once he was fully seated, his chest draped over her back, his hands anchored on her breasts, teasing the tight buds there.
"Have you any idea, what you do to me?" He thrust his hips, and she gave this needy little moan that had him biting at the back of her neck and then licking the barely there teeth marks.
"What you have been doing to me ever since you opened that door?" She moaned, her back arching inwards, he snapped his hips, in that position, his dick was going impossibly deep. Again and again he fucked into her, loving the little broken sounds she was making. When she came, she took him with her, her walls so tight he wondered if she would ever unclench.
His pulled out of her. A few minutes rest and he would have her again, but it was not to be. He had just straightened up when his phone rang.
"Andre, this had better be important," He snapped, his good mood evaporating.
"Nico, we have a problem, " And Nico was reminded of why he had answered instead of just ignoring the unwelcome call. Andre did not call outside office hours unless it was an emergency, which meant Nico had to go.
"Sergei is causing stir. He continued the meeting without you, and is now trying to force a vote from the other families. Without you here, the odds are in his favour," With a frustrated groan, Nico bent down, phone jammed between his shoulder and ear as he pulled his pants from around his knees and back to his waist.
"I will be there in ten minutes," He heaved a sigh, looking to where Gianna was still bent over the couch, breathing deeply.
"Forgive me, cara mia, it seems I have to cut our evening short," He ran a hand over her bare ass and she shivered.
Giving over to impulse, Nico knelt and rather than kiss her goodbye on the mouth. He kissed her cunt, her whole body tensing when his mouth closed around her folds. He licked her there, tasting both of them, and then after a long lick to her clit which ended with him sucking on it he stood.
It was cruel of him to leave her in such a state, but he had no choice.
"Sweet dreams, cara mia," The last thing he saw, before leaving was her reaching behind and fingering herself. Sighing in relief as her fingers made contact.
It was only through sheer willpower that Nico was able to walk away. His dick once again filling up, punishing him for all he was missing out on. Needless to say, his negotiation tactics that coming week, and the additional weeks he was away from her were awful.