He growled against me and slid a finger into my pussy. So deep it made my eyes roll back into my head. He touched that spot. Stroked it. Pressed it. “Yes!” I moaned.
And then the asshole pulled his finger away.
“Nick!” I shouted. “What the fuck?”
He leaned over the bed, caging me between his arms, and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. I arched my back and tried to connect my pussy with his thigh, but he was having none ofit. The only part of him that touched me was his mouth on my breast.
“Here,” he said after a nip on the underside of my breast. He pulled a pillow from his headboard and put it on my chest. “You can scream into this if you need to.”
Then he slid back down between my legs.
“Nick,” I moaned. “You have to make me come. You have to.”
“And I will,” he said, with a look in his eye I’d never seen. “When I’m ready.”
I pushed the pillow up against my face and screamed bloody murder. He laughed against my skin and went right back to teasing me.
When he finally let me come, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I exploded into a million messy pieces and he put me together again, only to pull me apart one more time. Eventually, my thighs trembling on either side of his face, he gave me mercy and climbed up on the bed.
My inner thighs scraped the material of his jeans and I moaned at the sensation. I was a liquid puddle of feeling. He could do anything he wanted to me.
He laid down against me, keeping his weight off my body with his elbows by my head.
“You okay?” He asked, kissing me gently. His lips were puffy and wet from my juices. I moaned, words absolutely beyond me. “Look at you,” he breathed across my mouth. “I could do anything to you right now. Anything I wanted.”
I whimpered, arching against him. It was all I could do. All the permission I could give him. Without breaking eye contact, and with one single thrust, he planted his cock deep inside me.
I came so hard fireworks exploded behind my eyes. And it kept rolling and rolling throughout my body. I wasn’t sure if I was having a second orgasm or just the longest fucking orgasm of my life.
“Nick!”
“Yes, baby, squeeze my dick. Just like that. Now don’t pass out on me, it’s my turn to take you for a ride.”
He withdrew his heavy cock only to thrust deep inside over and over. All I could do was wrap my arms around his thick shoulders and hold on for dear life while he pummeled me into yet another orgasm.
“Fuck, so good,” he grunted. “You’re mine, aren’t you? All mine. This pussy. These tits. Your mouth. Yeah?”
He had me. He had all of me. Body and soul. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream how much I loved him. How I had always loved him. And maybe I did. Maybe the words came out of me because he buried his face in my neck and his thrusts became erratic, uncontrolled. He groaned into my ear like a man being tortured and I loved it. I squeezed my whole body around him, all my inner muscles clenching down hard on his cock as he finally came inside me.
Our hearts pounded against each other and it felt like we were alone in the world.
“Mine,” I whispered into his ear. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“You ready?”Nick asked the next morning. I’d spent the night at Nick’s and we’d decided to get coffee at Common Grounds together.
I put down my phone and took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how I could be ready for this. The video was deleted, but it didn’t matter. I was getting texts from everyone I knew asking me if it was real, if Nick and I were a couple. Aunt Lola said some teenagers from Portland had come into Pappas and asked if AnAmerican In Paris was really here. Some of the old publicists I used to work with had reached out, asking me if I was back at work.
I had no idea how to answer them.
“We don’t have to go,” Nick said, squeezing my hand. “I am more than happy to go back to bed.”
“We can’t hide out here forever,” I said.
“I don’t know, I think we’ve got a few months in us at least.”
I laughed and kissed him. “I need coffee,” I said against his swollen lips. I knew mine were worse. My neck was covered in beard burn. My legs and butt hurt. I wasn’t going to be able to sit down on a hard chair for at least a day, and Nick, well, Nick had a hickey on his neck and he wasn’t even embarrassed.
