Stir (The Sizzle TV Series Book 5)

Chapter 17 – Finn

I’ve never seen a man so scared as Nic at this moment.

“Natalie.” His voice is pained, desire written all over his face. Natalie pauses, the gauzy, filmy blouse caught around her upper arms as she battles the tiny buttons at her wrists.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her strip on her own, and I know the real battle she’s fighting has nothing to do with buttons.

“What?”

“What are you doing?” Nic asks.

She laughs nervously. “If you have to ask, I must be doing something wrong.” I can hear the tremor in her voice, riding a shaky line of bravado to cover up the vulnerability, the fear. She wants him. I knew it weeks ago, and it’s never been more obvious than right now.

She’s letting him see her in more ways than one, and it tugs at my heart how brave she must be, even as the room heats with every inch of skin she reveals.

“You don’t have to—” Whatever he was going to say stutters to a stop when Natalie manages to free her hands and drops the blouse on the sofa behind her. She squares her shoulders back and turns to face Nic fully. Brave, beautiful Natalie. She thinks I don’t know she doesn’t want to be naked when we’re together like this. Not in the light where I can see her—where we can see her.

He makes her brave.

“Do you want me to go?” she asks.

“You should.” His voice is raw.

“Do you want me to go?” she asks again. His eyes haven’t left her face since she dropped the shirt.

“No.”

“I’m not here because I have to do this,” she says, reaching out to cup his cheek. The intimacy in that single touch bleeds into the air, so potent I can almost see it spreading like lightning, and I realize Natalie’s not the only one laying herself open.

“Finn.” Nic doesn’t take his eyes off her when he speaks.

“I’m here.” There’s just enough space in this corner of the room to get closer, with Natalie between us. I take her hand. She squeezes, lacing our fingers together.

Nic leads us down the hall. His place is a mirror image of mine. Finding ourselves in his bedroom doesn’t surprise me.

Natalie’s the last one in the room. Nic closes the door behind her. At her questioning look, he says, “To keep Cat out.”

For the longest moment, he simply stares at Natalie. If we weren’t already in his bedroom with the door shut, I’d think he was about to call the whole thing off. He approaches her slowly, closing the inches between them as though every step is an act of deliberation. Consecration, even. He reaches for her shoulders, skating over her silhouette until his hands land on her waist. Nic presses her close, kissing her like his next breath depends on it.

I’ve never seen anything hotter, not in my whole life. It nails my feet to the floor, but I must make some kind of noise because Nic pulls back an inch, looking back at me.

“Three hundred and ninety-two days,” he says.

Natalie’s eyes open slowly. Her face is gorgeously flushed in the dim light.

“You want this,” she says to Nic. She smiles, almost bashful. I can’t help but smile too, not bashful at all.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment we met. Three hundred and ninety-two days,” he repeats. Natalie’s jaw drops at his admission. “Did you two plan this?” Nic asks, looking between us.

“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” I say, kicking my shoes off as we head for the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. “More like, it came up once.”

“Or twice,” says Natalie faintly.

Nic leads her to the bed, one hand snaking out to fist the front of my shirt when they get close enough, towing me along. Natalie sits, bounces, and Nic yanks me into his chest.

“Elaborate,” he orders.

His mouth hovers an inch away from mine, our chins brushing gently. The shock of his stubble makes my heart beat faster, my cock throbbing. No hiding in these stupid slacks. My hands come up to grasp at his hips. He’s so hard everywhere, nothing at all like Natalie’s sweet curves.

She’s tracking every move we make, every touch. I don’t want this to fuck us up, but so far, she’s here with us, step for step.

I know what he wants to hear, so I give it to him.

“That first night I brought Natalie home”—my breath hitches as Nic kisses my jaw, nipping with his teeth—“we barely made it in the front door.”

Natalie lets out a quiet moan.

“You knew I could hear you,” says Nic, kissing down the side of my neck, not shy about using his teeth.

“Yes.” He finds a spot that makes my eyes cross. “W-We didn’t make it out of the hallway.”

Nic growls low in his throat, releasing his grip on my shirt, running the back of his hand along my torso, hovering above the top of my pants. “The table just inside your door.”

His eyes are hooded; his cheeks flushed, too. Whatever his objections, however well justified they might be, he wants this, too.

I fight the urge to shove his hand down where I want it, to push him down on the bed and cover his body with mine, to push him around with my words because he’s bigger, stronger than Natalie, than any lover I’ve ever had. And because he’s smarter than I’ll ever be, I want to goad him into a reaction the way he goaded me in that damned elevator, the way he’s been provoking me since we met.

But even though I’m nervous about this, even though I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, no part of me wants to push him away.

“So strange.” The words come out as a whisper as I bring my hand up to touch his face, letting the start of his beard scrape against my fingers, my palm. His lips part, and I trace them with my thumb, distracted momentarily by their fullness.

His eyes go glassy, then wide. At the same time, I feel a soft hand at my waist, working my belt open.

After a small struggle, Natalie gets the belt, button, and zipper out of the way. I pull my shorts down, my cock hitting my stomach with a smack as we finally work it free. Nic makes a strangled sound, his gaze bouncing back and forth between my dick and Natalie’s fingers.

She starts working on his fly. Nic groans when she finally gets his clothes out of the way, pulling him out, looking between us, and licking her lips.

“Fuck, that’s a thick cock.” The words are out before I know the thought is even in my head. Natalie gasps. Nic groans louder, wrapping a hand around the base of it and squeezing tight. He’s fucking gorgeous. Doesn’t matter if I’ve never in my life had that thought about a man before—it’s true.

Natalie reaches behind her, pops the clasp on her bra, and drops it on the floor. The view from here is damn near pornographic, except I know better now. I know it costs her to bare herself like that. I don’t know why it costs her, but I know it does.

This is not the fucking time for your fucking feelings, asshole.

Natalie reaches for us both, tracing over our cocks in tandem.

“Kiss him.”

I don’t know who she’s talking to. It doesn’t matter. I fist my hand in Nic’s shirt this time and pull him over for a kiss. Three things happen at once.

His lips part, and that stubble—God, why is that so hot—scrapes against the corner of my mouth, sending an electric shock straight down my spine. Nic wraps his hands in the front of my shirt. Buttons go flying as he yanks it open. Natalie pulls back as our bodies come together, and for the first time, I’m touching a dick that’s not my own. I pull back from Nic’s mouth. I can’t move. I can’t fucking breathe.

Heat washes over my body, lightning fires up from the base of my spine, and for one horrifying, humiliating moment, I think I’m going to come.

Nic searches my face, concern in his eyes.

“Finn?”

Copying his move from a moment ago, I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard. The back of my hand brushes the fat head of his dick. Natalie’s watching every move, her mouth open, her lips parted, her hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples. I almost come anyway, despite my grip.

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Time out.”

Nic laughs, his worry evaporating. “And here I thought you were pulling out.”

Eyes still closed, I wince. “No sex talk. Just… give me a minute.”

I hear rustling as the bed shifts next to me. I keep my eyes shut, turning my focus on breathing and baseball. After a moment, the storm subsides enough that I can let go of my dick and open my eyes again.

“Are you freaking out?” he asks. There’s no judgment in the question. If I had to pick a word, I’d say his tone is polite.

I want a number of things from Nic Pendergrass, but politeness is not one of them.

I blink a couple of times. Nic is sitting next to Natalie on the bed, his pants on the floor. He’s pulled his briefs back up though. That brings a frown to my face.

“No,” I say, staring at his underwear. His abs twitch, and my frown deepens to a scowl. “How do you stay so lean? You’re a desk jockey, for God’s sake.”

Natalie laughs, delighted. Nic rolls his eyes.

“He forgets to eat,” says Natalie. “At least, he did until you started coming to the office.”

“Tattletale,” says Nic. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his side, his other hand tracing her mouth. He kisses her softly, so gentle it hurts my heart to watch. Why does that hurt? It’s a turn-on, seeing them together. They’re so goddamn gorgeous, together and apart.

He kisses her more deeply, the intensity building until she pushes him back abruptly.

“You’re trying to shut me up!” she says.

Nic laughs again. It occurs to me that I’ve heard him laugh more in the last thirty minutes than in all the rest of the time I’ve known him.

“Busted,” he says. Natalie glances at me, and Nic follows the direction of her gaze.

Sitting next to each other on the bed like this, they’re both eye-level with my cock, still hard as hell and pointed due north.

Natalie wraps a soft hand around me, her slow, tentative stroke pulling me a step closer toward them.

“It looks like it hurts,” she says. I groan.

“Trust me,” says Nic. “It’s not that kind of pain.” He keeps his eyes on mine, extending his hand out alongside hers. He hovers there, waiting for my reaction.

“Do it.” The words are out before my nerves can catch up.

Nic’s hand wraps around my shaft right alongside Natalie’s, and the contrast, the feel of having both their hands on me at the same time, sends me right back to the edge.

“I’m gonna?—”

“Not yet,” says Nic. I glare at him. He glares right back, not without humor. “Big, tough guy like you, you can take it.”

“You don’t know what I can take.”

The smile that darts across his face is positively evil.

“We’re about to find out.”

Nic leans forward and licks the tip, his eyes on mine the whole time.

Natalie’s eyes widen, watching from only a few inches away. Nic licks the head again and pulls back, angling toward her.

“Come here,” he says. His breath ghosts across the tip of my dick, and sweet Jesus Christ, I’m going to lose it if she?—

Natalie leans in, tracing her tongue over the tip, around the slit. We’ve done this before, me and her, but then Nic brings his face close and touches his mouth to hers in the middle of the act, their tongues tangling across the head of my cock. Sweet Jesus. It’s too much and not enough. Watching their heads together, all that glossy dark hair moving in tandem, is almost enough to make me go off. I force back the urge, wanting more.

Nic breaks their kiss, sliding his mouth over me, and it’s fucking masterful. He’s as good at this as he is at every fucking thing I’ve ever seen him do, and I want to hold it back, but the heat and the slide are perfect.

He pulls off, urging Natalie to take her turn. She’s less experienced, but she knows what I like and it moves me closer to the breaking point with every breath.

Then, Nic’s hand begins to move.

I’m standing over them, each of my thighs braced between theirs. Nic pulls Natalie’s left leg over his right and hitches their knees higher so that every time my hips twitch, my balls graze the top of her leg. I can feel his erection bumping against my leg as he shifts.

It’s too much. I pull back and put a hand on each of their chests, pushing them back to lie flat on the bed. I get as close as the edge of the bed will let me, pressing my thighs against theirs, fisting my cock, and letting it fly. Nic grips his ridiculous, fat fucking cock and squeezes himself through the fabric. Natalie pulls up onto her elbows to watch, and that’s it, that’s all she fucking wrote. I’m coming, shooting over both of them, wringing myself dry with the image of her mouth open as she watches, and the wet spot that formed over the head of Nic’s covered prick.

When my eyes can function again, I’m somehow still on my feet, and Nic and Natalie are making out like the world is on fire.

“Condom,” says Nic. I shake my head to clear it and unearth my wallet from the pile of clothes. When I step back to the bed, Nic’s got Natalie on her back, one hand bracing his weight over her, his other hand between her legs.

“You’ll have to stop kissing her if you plan on ever using this.” I was aiming for sarcasm, but it comes out sounding needy and desperate and rough. He doesn’t seem to hear me.

Fuck it.

I tear the wrapper with my teeth. Moving carefully so I don’t accidentally pinch somebody, I sidle up behind Nic, kneeling just to his right. At some point in the last few minutes, he’s gotten naked. Natalie’s spread out, wide open beneath him, skirt shoved around her waist, her panties hitched to one side where he’s stroking her. One of these days, we’re going to get her naked properly.

We’re.What the fuck.

I brace a hand on his left hip, unable to stop myself from tracing the skin there. Softer than I expected, firm with lean muscle when I squeeze.

He stops moving, stops breathing. Stops everything. Natalie’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine over his shoulder. Her lips part, and she smiles. God, I’ll never get tired of looking at her.

Fuck your feelings, man. Get on with it.

Condom in hand, I squeeze Nic’s hip again, trying to urge him to back his hips up just a little. His ass brushes my dick, which by all rights, ought to be out of commission. Instead, it goes half-hard at the contact, and for an instant, all I can see is what it would be like to take him like this while he’s taking her.

I lose my breath and my nerve.

Nic’s right hand comes up off the bed, finding mine. He tries to take the condom from me.

“No.”

He turns his head ever so slightly to look me in the eye over his shoulder, our faces close enough to touch. “No?”

I lean in just a little farther, bringing my chest to his back. His eyes slam shut as I manage to get him covered one-handed. He’s so thick he fills my hand. Nic pants and turns his head toward me, his lips open against my mouth. Natalie moans, a thin, breathy sound as she squirms beneath us. I stroke him over the rubber just once. His hips rock back, rubbing against my swelling dick, and in the next breath, he slides into Natalie’s welcoming body.

Her eyes go blind, her head tipping back as he presses in, so slowly I want to push him—again—to force him to go faster, but Natalie is shaking the bed apart, coming already before Nic even bottoms out.

“You fucking beauty,” says Nic. His body is tense with the effort of holding still, holding back. The second she relaxes and opens her eyes, he’s moving again.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this?” he says, grinding out the words as he drives into her body. “How much I’ve wanted, how much I’ve thought about?—”

She cries out his name as she comes again.

Nic swears, his hips moving faster, losing his rhythm. The slick flesh wrapped around his shaft clings, glinting just a little in the dim light of the room, and I can no more keep my hand off myself than fly to the moon.

“Every fucking day, Natalie,” he’s saying. “Every single fucking day. Not an hour goes by that I’m not wanting you like this.”

Nic collapses forward onto his elbows, his hands on her face, driving into her hard, the bed rocking beneath us all. I’m coming along with him, and with one last heaving thrust, he cries out.

It takes several long minutes before the air begins to cool. We’re covered in sweat and semen and the growing, uncomfortable realization that something big has changed.

And I don’t know what the fuck to do about that.