5. Chapter Five #2
We panted as we caught our breath, Jason still inside me. I sighed as my entire body relaxed into the seat cushion. Jason rubbed a hand over my back, before he slowly pulled out. I groaned as each piercing rubbed against my delicate skin. “Fuck.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was soft, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to live inside your cunt.”
I huffed out a laugh and slowly sat up. I could already feel his cum leaking out of me.
The bathroom would need to be my first stop inside the restaurant.
Balking at the thought of pulling up my thong through the mess that Jason left behind, I pulled off my jeans and thong entirely and used the scrap of fabric to clean myself up the best I could.
I dropped the thong to the seat of the truck, I’d have to grab it when they took me home, but I couldn’t wear it any longer.
Wincing when I was put back together, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Ready?” Jason asked.
I looked over to see him sitting there, calmly watching me. I shrugged a shoulder. “As ready as I’ll ever be. ”
He gave me a winning smile that lit up his gray eyes, making him utterly breathtaking.
I was so figuratively and literally fucked.
The restaurant was busy with families of students having one last meal before they hit the road home for the summer. Beelining for the bathroom, I waved at several friends in the crowd before I ducked out of sight.
In the bathroom, I hit a stall and used the facilities before I mopped things up more than I’d been able to in the truck.
The short walk into the restaurant had already soaked the inseam of my jean shorts—nothing that’d be noticeable from the back but sitting with the seam pulled taunt against my own seam, was going to be the most uncomfortable hour of my life.
I prayed that lunch would be fast and that I could go back to my dorm to change.
When I finished in the bathroom, I washed my hands and headed back out to the bustling barroom.
I was stopped a grand total of five times, before I made it to the table where Kara sat with her brother and his friends.
I could feel their eyes on me as I moved around the room, but I was sad to see friends go for the summer, or forever.
I had several friends that had graduated already, and who knew when or if I’d see them again.
By the time I made it to the table, there was already a vodka sprite sitting at the open spot of the table, nestled between Nico and Marcos. My smile was wide as I took my seat and reached for my drink .
“I ordered for you already. Your usual.” Kara smirked at me.
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“No worries,” Kara replied.
A hand came down on my bare thigh, making me jump. Looking down, I saw it belonged Nico, his devious grin was panty-melting and set my core on fire all over again. I’d never been so horny immediately after fucking before. These three men would be the death of me, and they weren’t even mine.
Just get through lunch, then you can go home and change.
Nico left his hand on my thigh throughout lunch, not moving it besides the gentle caressing of his fingers.
It was distracting. I tried to keep up with the conversation between Kara and Marcos, who were laughing and carefree as they spoke of their summer plans.
Kara’s relationship with her brother was usually a little more tense, but it was great to see them both in good moods and joking with each other.
Jason kept shooting me sexy smirks that drove me wild, paired with a wink every time I shifted in my chair.
Our food came and as everyone started digging in, Marcos turned to me. “Maya, what are your plans for the summer?”
I shrugged and sipped my drink, grateful for the distraction. “I’m staying here for the summer semester, work as many clinical hours I can get, along with class. It should put me on track to graduate on time next year.”
“Would you not be on time?” Nico asked .
“The nursing program is just so grueling, it’s not uncommon for most nursing students to take another semester to finish. I’m hoping by cramming this summer, I won’t have to do that.”
“What kind of nurse do you plan on being?” Jason asked.
“Either trauma or critical care.”
“Where would those put you?” Marcos asked.
“Trauma would be ER, and critical is ICU.”
“What are you leaning toward?” Nico asked.
“Most likely critical. The ER is rough and lot of gunshot wounds, especially in Mourningside…” I trailed off, not wanting to go deeper into it.
I had a crazy amount of respect for ER nurses, but they were a different breed.
Critical care would offer a little more stability especially when it came to scheduling.
“Aren’t you planning to do travel nursing?” Kara asked.
I nodded. “Yep. I’ll probably do a year or two locally, then sign on with an agency. Travel nurses pay so much better, and you can pick your contracts, and travel and see the country.”
“Sounds like a beautiful plan, Little Dreamer,” Nico said softly, his eyes almost sad.
A blush spread across my face at the nickname.
It was insanely sweet, and I didn’t know how to respond to him.
A lull fell over the table as we ate our food.
I savored my burger and fries, knowing it probably would be a couple months before I would be back at the bar/restaurant.
All too soon we were filing back into the truck and heading back to the dorms to drop me off.
“Thanks for lunch,” I said when Marcos pulled up near the door.
“No problem,” Kara grinned cheekily, knowing her brother paid. “I’ll text you this week.”
“Yep,” I agreed. “See you guys.” I jumped out of the truck before the three men could say anything. I didn’t want things weird between them. I had a feeling I’d be seeing them a lot in the next year or so, as long as me and Kara were friends.
I was just closing my dorm room door behind me, when it got caught on something. Looking down, I found someone’s foot kicked between the door and the jam—fucking Nico was grinning back at me when I met his gaze. “You forget something?” I asked him.
“Yep. Sure did.” He grinned cockily and pushed his way through the door. He closed it and locked it behind him. “Stone’s not the only one who’s getting laid today.”
“Stone?”
“Jason. It’s a… nickname.” Nico shrugged and stalked toward me.
I smirked. “And what is your nickname, hotshot?”
“Dagger.”
I laughed. “And Marcos?”
“Usually just Marcos, but sometimes he goes by Killer.”
I froze, licking my lips, feeling my grin slide off her face. “Seriously? ”
Nico wasn’t smiling. He was serious.
I frowned, but didn’t have time to respond before Nico wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and hauled me into him.
The kiss was passionate and demanding. It was different than our first time together, just as Jason had been different than our first night together.
“Nico,” I gasped, when he broke the kiss and began undressing me.
“You smelt of sex the whole time we were in the restaurant. All I wanted to do was sink balls deep into this glorious cunt.”
Nico shoved my shorts down my thighs, before he spun me around and bent me over the side of my bed. He sheathed himself inside me in one powerful thrust that rocked me forward.
I gasped at the bite of pain, despite still being wet from Jason, Nico wasn’t small by any means, and I was still swollen from before. “Fuck,” I groaned.
“That’s the plan, Little Dreamer.” His thrusts grew more frantic, hard and deeper than before.
Curling my fingers into my bedspread, I pushed back against him, fucking him as well.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he mumbled, his breath hitching. He was hitting my g-spot with every thrust, making me moan and cry out as he fucked me harder.
“Nico!” I shouted as my orgasm rolled over me.
“Fuuuuck.” He groaned a moment later, his body jerking to a halt as his own orgasm rocked him. “Fucking hellll.”
I chuckled softly as I collapsed onto my bed, my body no longer able to hold me up. Nico placed a gentle kiss to the side of my neck before he slowly pulled out of me.
“I’ve gotta go, they’re waiting in the truck.”
I laughed and stood up slowly, my knees still weak. I sat down on my bed, facing him, watching as he buttoned up his pants. My heart was still beating wildly in my chest, but I felt light as he bent down to kiss me.
“Answer us when we text you.” Nico’s face was inches from mine, his orders clear.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and shrugged. “We’ll see… I’m busy you know.”
Nico nipped at my bottom lip, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding my mouth to his. “Make the time, Maya.”
“Bossy,” I shot back.
“You have no idea, Little Dreamer.”
My heart pounded in my chest and butterflies danced in my stomach. This man is sex on wheels and he fucking knows it.
He kissed me again, before he left my room, leaving my heart and body a mess.