Spring Break Fling

Chapter 22

22

NIKKO

I needed her. It wasn’t the kind of need that was all about getting off. It was a need to bury myself inside her and forget it all.

I kissed my way down Hannah’s neck while pushing up her shirt at the same time. With each inch of skin revealed, I paused to savor it with my lips and tongue. She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

When I finally pulled the old Def Leppard shirt over her head, I took a moment to drink her in. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. The lace of her bra left little to the imagination.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, trailing my fingers along the curve of her waist.

Hannah’s eyes met mine, a mix of desire and vulnerability in her gaze. “So are you,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos.

I couldn’t help but smile at that. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Hot, sexy, dangerous—sure. But beautiful? That was new.

I unhooked her bra with practiced ease, sliding it off her shoulders. My breath caught as I took in the sight of her bare breasts. Unable to resist, I lowered my head to take one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. She gasped, her fingers digging into my hair. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my senses, making it nearly impossible to think.

As I explored her body with my lips and hands, I felt her trembling beneath me. It made me want to protect her. Claim her.

I pulled away from her and got to my knees. I loved the yoga pants. No buttons. No zippers. I pulled them down, taking her panties with them. I tossed them over my shoulder and stared down at her naked, curvy body. In the stark light of day, she was even more stunning than that rushed experience back at my place. I was going to explore every inch of her.

She reached out to run her fingertips down my chest. “You’re looking at me,” she said.

I heard the nervousness in her voice. “Because I like looking at you.”

She shuddered. “Oh.”

I leaned down and put my mouth to her breast once again. I savored every curve and sensitive spot. My lips trailed down her stomach as my hands caressed her thighs. When I finally settled between her legs, I looked up to meet her eyes.

I lowered my head and tasted her for the first time. She gasped, her hips arching up toward my mouth. I took my time, using my tongue to tease and explore. Her soft moans filled the room.

I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted. She was so damn sexy. I couldn’t get enough of her taste or the way she clutched at me when I hit her sweet spot.

Soon, Hannah’s moans turned into whimpers and her body stiffened. It was my cue that she was close. I increased the pressure, sliding my finger inside her while my tongue lapped at her clit.

She whimpered and writhed like she was trying to get away from me, but her hands pulling my face against her pussy said otherwise.

“Nikko,” she gasped, arching her back. “Oh God, I’m going to…”

I didn’t stop until her cries of pleasure filled the quiet room. I lapped at her while she jerked and shook with the aftermath.

I pulled away from her wet core and kissed over her belly and back to her breasts. This was what I had been craving since the first time. I knew she would taste like heaven. That wasn’t right. Being inside her was heaven. Drinking from her was like consuming the nectar of the gods.

I moved back to kiss her and she moaned into my mouth.

“Jeans,” she murmured against my lips. “Now.”

I sat up, quickly unlaced my boots, and kicked them off. Then I hopped off the bed, stripped off my jeans, and dug in my inside jacket pocket to pull out a condom.

I should have kept more in there.

“Wait,” she whispered.

I was going to die. My dick was so hard, there was no way I could walk out of this room without finishing. I was going to have to embarrass myself and finish myself off if she didn’t want to do it for me.

I slowly turned, preparing myself for her rejection. “Yeah?”

“My turn,” she said in a sultry voice.

I cocked one eyebrow. “I think you just had your turn, princess.”

She giggled, her cheeks flushed. “Not that. Don’t put that on yet.”

I felt my guts twist. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“Lay down,” she ordered.

I did as she asked, putting the condom on the pillow. It was her turn to sit and stare at my body. Her fingers ran down the dragon that wrapped around my ribcage. “That’s where the fire comes from,” she murmured.

“My inner dragon,” I said.

She chuckled softly, her breath warming my skin. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against the sinuous lines of ink. “I like your dragon,” she whispered.

Hannah’s touch seemed to ignite something primal within me, each stroke of her fingers firing a deep, molten heat through my veins.

She positioned herself between my legs, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that both thrilled and unnerved me. The room felt charged with electricity, every nerve ending alert and vibrating under her scrutiny.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her head to where I was most vulnerable. The sensation of her warm breath against my skin caused a sharp inhale. Tension coiled tighter as I anticipated her next move. But then she paused, hovering just inches away, her gaze never leaving mine.

I gulped down the lump in my throat. She was going to kill me.

With a slow, teasing smile that spoke volumes of her intentions, Hannah finally made contact. Her lips and tongue were skilled and confident as she explored, learning quickly what drew gasps or moans from me. The world narrowed down to the feel of her mouth on me, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her hands gripped my thighs as she deepened her efforts, her own moans vibrating against me, adding another layer to the intense sensations.

I reached down to lace my fingers through her hair, guiding her slightly, encouraging her without words. She never wavered, even as she responded to my silent direction, intensifying the pressure in just the right way.

The build-up was maddening. I felt like a string pulled taut, ready to snap. Every lick, every suck pushed me closer to the edge. I struggled to keep my voice even as low growls escaped my throat.

“Damn, Hannah.” My voice was husky with desire, laced with a hint of desperation. She seemed pleased with the effect she was having on me and didn’t relent, didn’t ease up. Instead, she doubled her efforts.

The pleasure spiraled suddenly into an overwhelming crescendo that crashed over me like a fierce wave. I gasped, arched against the bed, my grip in her hair tightening reflexively as ecstasy washed through me. It was blinding, a flash of pure white heat that obliterated everything else.

When I finally floated back down to earth, Hannah was climbing up beside me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking incredibly pleased with herself. Her smile was triumphant, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

I pulled her close, my arms encircling her waist, feeling the aftershocks of my climax tingling through my limbs. “You’re incredible,” I managed to get out, voice still rough from the intensity of my release.

Her smile softened as she nestled into my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased lightly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin.

We lay there in silence for a few moments, just breathing each other in. And to my surprise, my cock was already stiffening, readying for more.

I rolled to my side, kissing her breasts and sliding my fingers over her still wet, swollen folds. I lavished her body with kisses and tiny bites. Her moans and cries were driving me wild. I brought her to another release. The scent was an aphrodisiac.

I moved over the top of her and kissed her. Her soft, full breasts brushed against my chest. I reached over and grabbed the condom. Supporting myself on one elbow, I quickly rolled it on.

When I finally slid into her, it was slow, agonizingly so. We both moaned at the intense feeling of being joined. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, feeling every shiver that ran through her body. I began to move, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. Our skin slapping together in a rhythm that was almost primitive.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving lines of fire in their wake. She arched off the bed, meeting me stroke for stroke. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room. The headboard bounced against the wall.

I grabbed her hips, grounding her to me as I increased my pace. The bed creaked under our weight. Her breaths became shallow and rapid. Her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that fueled my desire like a raging furnace.

Hannah’s gasps turned into a crescendo of cries, signaling her approach to another climax. I felt her body tighten around me. It spurred me on, desperate to get that release. I shifted, angling to reach even deeper inside her. The moans she emitted were like music, driving me to a frenzy.

As she climaxed, her body convulsed beneath me. The sight of her pushed me over the edge. With a groan that seemed to come from the depths of my soul, I followed her into sweet ecstasy.

After what seemed like an eternity of pulsing waves of pleasure, we gradually stilled. I collapsed beside her, both of us panting hard, soaked in sweat but utterly sated. As our breathing slowed, I pulled her close, feeling her heart pound against my chest.

What the fuck?

This didn’t feel like just sex. This was something more. Something real and raw and just… fucking beautiful. All the women and all the sex didn’t compare to this—to her. I didn’t want this to end anytime soon. I didn’t know what this was, but I wanted more of it. It was like she was embedded into my very soul.

“Wow,” she murmured.

I grinned. “Yeah. Wow.”

We lay there for a long while, the only sound our steady breaths. The aftermath was as intoxicating as the act itself.