Chapter 8 #3
With his throat extended and exposed, the rapid pulse of the veins in his neck are visible beneath the fine red and black lines of his tattoo. It’s all the confirmation I need to squirm against his body until I feel the hard, demanding length between his legs.
Bullseye.
Or I guess he’d be the arrow? Bazooka launcher might be a more apt description for all that Locke’s packing.
I purr my pleasure as I grind against his cock.
Eager, he lifts his hips slightly to give me an even better angle and delves deeper into my mouth. The pressure is exquisite, sending sparks ricocheting through me. Arousal so strong an ache gathers in my core.
After being so wound up, so anxious and scared, then hollow and terrified, it feels good to feel good. To feel wanted. To feel alive.
He teases along the hem of my shorts, fingertips leaving goose bumps in their wake. His other hand travels under my shirt and up the bare skin of my back, lighting me up with each and every caress.
Fuck. Yes. This is what I need. His hardness beneath me. The distraction. To be consumed by him. It’s everything, and yet it’s nowhere near enough.
“Locke,” I murmur, grinding my hips forward, so damn eager for more.
He catches my chin with one hand, thumbing over the tender flesh of my bottom lip. “That’s not what I want to hear from this mouth when you’re in my arms.”
The words and the low intonation make my core clench, and without my permission, my tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb.
In response, he tracks the movement, his hazel irises igniting in twin amber flames.
“Nicky,” I whisper.
His eyelashes flutter, and the heated look instantly melts. At the sound of his name, a smile so soft it’s almost bashful splits his face. “I’m so glad you’re back,” he murmurs, smoothing both hands over my hair. “We missed you, Hot Girl.”
Dragging his hands from my head to my shoulders, he pulls me into his chest. Though I expect a fire to ignite at the contact—stoked by the make-out session that I thought was just getting started—all I find is a warm embrace.
I revel in his touch and give in to the sweetness he loves to dish out for a moment, but when I try to lift my hips, I realize I can’t move. He’s holding me so tightly I can’t grind against him anymore.
“Nicky.” His name is a whimper this time as I struggle to press my center against his dick.
“You need sleep, Joey,” he murmurs against my ear without loosening his embrace.
“I need you.” I roll my hips a fraction, desperate for the feel of him again.
“Baby, we can’t.”
Oh yes we fucking can.
“Nicholas Lockewood,” I snap. “I swear to god, after everything I’ve been through the last few days, then tonight with Kylian, and then you trying to break up with me, talking like—”
“What happened with Kylian? Is he okay?” he interrupts, his brows pulled together.
Tension drains out of me like water through a sieve. For as much as I care about my guys, they’ve been looking after and caring for each other for years. Since long before I showed up.
Giving up my fight against his hold, I go soft in his arms. “He wasn’t okay. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
Locke grits his teeth, nodding. “Yeah. He’s been a mess without you.”
Gulping past the misplaced guilt that threatens to bubble up—it’s not like I kidnapped myself, after all—I try to ease Locke’s concern.
“It took some convincing, but I got him to go up to the Nest, and he promised to sleep. I don’t know if that was the right thing to do, or if I should have tried—”
He laces one hand through my hair and guides my head until our foreheads touch.
“You did good, baby. He does need sleep. Speaking of…”
I let out an indignant hmph, then try—in vain, I might add—to rock my lower body again before cursing him out.
“Dammit, Locke! I spent the last few days either sedated or hyperaware and anxious. I don’t need sleep. I need release.”
“Hot Girl,” he chides, rubbing his forehead against mine and caressing my skin under the hemline of my shorts. “We can’t, baby. You need rest.”
“I need you.”
His thumbs still, and I swear I feel his resolve waver.
“Joey, they’ll kill me if I keep you up any longer than necessary. Not just Kylian, either. All of them.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” I snap. “Pissing off Nut Cap and Grumpy McGee? I can’t believe I’m being cock-blocked by Decker Crusade. Again.”
He fights back a smile and tries to look serious.
But I’m serious, too. And I’m not backing down. “You think they’ll kill you for keeping me up? I’ll kill you if you don’t make me come.”
His pierced brow shoots up, then he shakes his head.
“I like it when you get violent on me, baby.”
I snort out a laugh. “You would, Emo Boy.”
Softer, angling my lips so they brush over his as I speak, I beg, “Please let me ride you, Nicky. I want to sink down on your cock and be so full there’s no room to feel anything else.”
“Joey…” he groans.
I run my nails down his torso then tease at the waistband of his shorts.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Dammit.
But I’m not giving up.
“What if I used you and your pubic piercing to make myself come, then?”
His lips part and his pupils blow out, all but eclipsing his irises.
Licking the pout of his bottom lip, I double down.
“Would you like that, Nicky? Do you want me to use you? Can I grind my pussy on your enormous cock and rub my clit against your piercing until I make a mess in your lap?”
“Jesus Christ, Joey,” he groans, one hand gripping my hip and the other tugging on his hair. “Fucking filthy girl.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
Yet he’s still wavering, his eyes a storm of indecision.
I want him. No, I need him. And I think he needs me right now, too.
“Please, Nicky,” I whisper against the warm skin of his neck. “I promise I’m okay. I’ll be even better if I can feel connected to you.”
He peers up through his long, thick lashes and brushes his knuckles over my cheekbone, but he doesn’t respond.
“What’s happening in there?” I ask, tapping his forehead with mine.
“I’m negative. I got tested at the beginning of the season,” he offers hesitantly.
Oh.
Oh…
“I am too,” I breathe, “and I have the implant.” One of the last things I did before moving to North Carolina was visit my OGBYN for my annual appointment to get tested and get the long-term birth control option inserted.
“It’s your call, Hot Girl.”
That’s all I need to hear.
Having the power of choice and autonomy over my own body is what seals the deal for me.
“I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us,” I murmur, shimmying out of my shorts and ripping off my tank top.
“You’re sure?” he hedges, hands pulled back like he’s afraid to touch me. “You’ve been through so much this week. It feels wrong to do anything but tuck you in tonight.”
“So sure,” I promise, clawing at his T-shirt until he leans forward enough that I can pull it over his head. “You don’t always have to be the nice guy, you know.”
He eyes me up and down, then comes to a stop at my bare tits that are conveniently now at eye-level.
“I want to be good for you.”
I grin and rise up on my knees.
“Then be a good boy and peel off my panties. I want a distraction. I need to lose myself in pleasure and ecstasy and happiness so I don’t get lost in the dark. Please, Nicky.”
Done hesitating, fucking finally, he hooks his fingers under the fabric at my hips, but peel them off he does not.
With the slyest smirk, he tugs, forcing the fabric to go tight around my body for a moment before a distinctive, undeniable rip cuts through the quiet around us.
“Fuck,” I groan, fumbling with his waistband so I can free his cock from his pants.
He just ripped my panties right off my body. Hell. Yes.
“Kiss me, Nicky,” I demand, pressing my lips to his in a fevered, hungry kiss.
His lips find mine, and they’re just as frenzied. I moan into his mouth, licking and sucking as he finally—fucking mercifully—leans in to what we both want and crave.
Gripping his length in one hand, I move. Just slow pulls up and down his length at first. It takes all my restraint not to rush this.
Lust courses through my veins as I peek open my eyes and take him in. From the piercing in his eyebrow to the tats that blend together so beautifully, he’s a work of art.
Paying special attention to his neck, I trace my tongue up and down the intricate lines of the ink I love so much. He smells clean and crisp, fresh from practice. The distinct scent of mint and sugar cane I’ve come to associate with him only stimulates me further.
He tastes divine. I want to sample every part of him. But I’ll have to save that for another time. Right here, right now, I need to feel him inside me.
Nothing between us.
Forever in front of us.
I free his cock from his pants, pressing into his chest until he leans back and offers me the angle I want.
“Eager, Hot Girl?” he teases, gripping his dick and giving it a few pumps.
Breathless from kissing, I meet his gaze. “Right now, there’s nothing I want more than you, Nicky.”
“Fuck, baby. Say it again.”
“I want you,” I plead, grasping his wrist gently so we can guide his hand together. “Put it in, Nicky. I need it.”
Every nerve ending lights up when the crown of his cock surges forward, causing my whole body to shudder and my mouth to fall open in a silent moan.
He takes his time, thrusting just an inch or two at a time so I can adjust to his massive size. But by the time he’s halfway in, I’m done waiting.
“Nicky,” I moan, bucking my hips forward in warning. “I need you now.”
I spread my legs wide and slide down his dick until I’m taking him to the hilt. Once I’m fully seated, his pubic piercing presses against my clit, the metal noticeably warm and deliciously unyielding when I grind down harder.
“Fuck, Joey. Nothing’s ever felt as good as this,” he pants, gripping my shoulders and holding me to him.
“Wait until you feel me coming on your cock without a condom,” I tease, clenching around his length for emphasis.
Worrying his bottom lip, he considers me.
“I know you like to be on top, Hot Girl… but can I fuck you from below?” he asks.
As if it’s even a question.
“Yes, please,” I reply in an instant, rising up to give him room.
His dazzling smile is the only warning I get before he’s thrusting up into me, enough power to the movement that I jolt with the force of his cock fucking all the way inside.
The full-body shiver that follows sends tingles through my extremities. “Holy shit.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
He does it again, and again…each thrust perfectly timed and powerful enough to fuck all rational thoughts from my mind.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I praise, holding on to his shoulders so I can grind my clit against his piercing each time our bodies connect.
I’m hot all over. Heat creeps from my belly to each one of my limbs, following behind the tingles. I can barely keep up with his thrusts, but I’m desperate to give as good as I’m getting.
“I’m close,” I warn after just a few minutes, a surge of numbness followed by telltale tingles coursing through my toes.
“Thank fuck,” he grunts, his head thrown back. “I’m ready to fucking blow. Nothing has ever felt as good as you, Joey. Nothing.”
He thrusts up once more and holds it, bridging his pelvis and squeezing my hips to create the perfect amount of pressure and hit just the right angle.
“Yes, yes, yes…” My words die off as my mouth drops open, and a silent scream escapes me as my pussy convulses in ecstasy.
“Hell yeah,” he grunts, finding his own release as I spasm around him.
We come undone as we come together, reclaiming who we are to each other in a blissful, simultaneous release.
Panting, he finally lowers his hips and settles onto the couch, all while holding me firmly in his lap.
I kiss the piercing in his eyebrow. Then I trace the ink along his throat and chest, studying every line of him and committing this moment to memory.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” he eventually says, his eyes sparkling with adoration.
“Tonight?” I’m half hopeful, but I’m also half concerned. Now that I’ve finally found release, I’m desperate for a chance to sleep in my own bed.
“Not tonight, Hot Girl.” He kisses me reverently, then presses his lips into my forehead.
Smiling, I loop my arms around his neck and cuddle closer so our chests are pressed together and the warmth of him seeps into me. With one last kiss to his shoulder, I savor how it feels to finally be back where I belong.