Chapter 8
NICK
She’s in my room, my fucking room and my cock is throbbing in my boxers. Which isn’t the most convenient thing as I'm wearing nothing but boxers and they’re already tight enough as it is without the semi that’s trying to poke through.
She shuffles uncomfortably, staring at the ground.
“Sorry, the other bathrooms were being used and I was really desperate.”
Her voice is honeysuckle in my ears, a soft sweetness that makes my heart race with desire.
The bulge in my underwear forces my pulse to speed up too, the blood rushing south and my head is suddenly swimming with what ifs.
What if I just forget about the fact she’s Sean's sister, just for tonight?
For half a second I allow my aching desperation for her to rule me and I stride forwards.
“I don’t care,”
I pant, taking her waist roughly in both hands and smashing my lips onto her’s.
She pulls in a jagged breath, taken by surprise, but she doesn’t pull away.
Actually she sinks her pale pink manicured nails into my back muscles as they tense, lifting her up to circle her thighs around my middle.
Her pussy is radiating heat against my skin, her soft bowed lips tangled with mine, making me buzz like a live wire.
Fuck this, fuck all of it. I’m having her, all of her and I'm having her now.
I place her down onto her back on my bed, crawling up her body and taking the skin of her neck between my lips, sucking hard and painting purple swells.
Her delicate fingers run up my back, her own spine arching under me, the pleasure of my lips all over her making her squirm with need.
“Nick,”
she croaks, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Hearing her say my name like that is like a fucking explosion in my brain and in my boxers.
It’s an effort not to come all over her right now before I even have chance to feel her tightness surround me.
But I fight it off and move down her body, kissing a path up her inner thighs.
They taste just how I imagined, like lemon scented soap on my tongue and I can’t fucking get enough of her.
I lift her dress up, moving the satin over her stomach but her hand lands on mine, stopping me.
Her eyes are glazed over, the animalistic desire clouding her usually bright hazel orbs as she watches me.
“What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, tugging at her dress, trying to cover herself.
“Nothing, I just…I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
What is she talking about? Doesn’t she know how fucking effortlessly sexy she is? What the hell would I have to be disappointed about?
“Disappointed?”
I laugh, stroking a thumb across her dimpled cheek.
“You’re beautiful Lois, and you don’t ever need to cover up, not for me.”
Her wandering gaze doesn’t seem to be stopping though and the uncertainty in her eyes is sending my pulse racing again.
“Hey,”
I take her face in my hand, forcing her to look at me.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods once.
“Yes,”
There’s a prideful grin wanting to take over my face, trying to split it in half.
She answered that question so fucking fast, like she didn’t even need to think about the answer.
Her trusting me just makes me all the more desperate to get inside her, to have her all for myself and show her that she’s right to trust me.
I take her lips again, swiping a hot tongue against her’s and trying to think of anything other than her sexy body being under mine so I don’t bust in my underwear.
I slip her dress off, lifting the silky material over her head and dropping it onto my bedroom floor before dipping my fingers into her ocean.
Her walls close in around me and she sinks her nails into my bicep as she claws for something to grip onto.
I kiss her lips lightly, trailing a peppering of pecks all over her face.
“That feels good doesn’t it.”
“Uh-huh,”
she stutters, biting two front teeth down into her bottom lip and squirming some more.
I move down, taking a rosy nipple between my lips and letting it pop back out again whilst I knead the other breast with my huge palm. I lower my face into the apex of her thighs and suck the pulsing bud into my mouth, circling it with my wet tongue.
“Oh fuck,”
she cries and I clamp a hand down over her mouth.
She wiggles as my tongue explores her, nipping, sucking, driving her insane and I can’t stop no matter what I do. I need to make her come, I need to taste her before I let myself go crazy and fuck the life out of her.
Her back lifts off the mattress again and she yanks my hand off her mouth panting, “gonna come,”
I trail a hot tongue up her wet mess again, so slowly I can feel her pulsate around my fingers, soaking me in her pleasure.
She’s totally undone, eyes rolling to the back of her head, fingers wrapping around the bedsheet, almost tearing it from the mattress.
Jesus, this is fucking addictive, watching her like this.
When she comes down from her high she pulls at my arm, dragging me up her body to lie flat against her skin. She’s damp with sweat and my stomach sticks to her’s.
“You feel good now?”
I smile and she nods her head, thick curls falling over her eyes. I reach out to brush them away and she holds my palm against her cheek, the blush of pink making my hand warm.
I drop my lips to her’s, brushing over them as I whisper, “Ready for more?”
“Yeah,”
she croaks, her voice still thick with need for me.
“Give me everything.”
I fucking will.
I sit up, flipping her over onto her stomach and admiring the swell of her perky ass, the smooth, creamy skin calling out to me.
I want to mark her, to make sure she’s mine and that everyone knows it.
She’s already mine, she has to be mine, there’s no way she can be anyone else’s, not after this.
I can’t let her be anyone else’s.
I lean over her body, breathing softly against the shell of her ear.
“Can I?”
“Please Nick,”
she stammers, desperation and impatience cracking her voice. I push myself into her slowly, letting her adjust to my size and watching her nails dig deeper into the pillow that her face is buried in.
“Oh my fucking god!”
She cries and I pick up my pace, my vision sparking like I’ve received an electric shock as she clamps down around me.
She’s so fucking tight it’s making me dizzy.
I pull out of her after a moment and turn her over again, I want to see her face when I fill her this time.
She’s clawing at my back when I enter her wet heaven, biting down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming instantly.
“Nick, I—”
she stumbles over her words, biting down hard on the thumb I slip into her mouth.
“I know baby, I know.”
I coo against the soft skin of her neck, kissing a path up towards her earlobe and sucking on it.
“Breathe, you can take it.”
I plough into her, finally letting myself go, giving her everything I have and more.
I spill inside her, clinging her to me, our bodies sweaty and sticking to each other.
I groan, panting into the crook of her neck and staying buried deep inside the heaven that is her tight pussy.
I don’t want to let her go though so I pull out slowly, gently and lay down beside her, pulling her into the crevice of my side.
She sighs lightly with contentment.
“That was amazing.”
I stuff my grin into her bouncy curls.
“It was that, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
She peers up at me, caramel eyes bright with awe.
“No, you didn’t, don’t worry.”
I drop a fleeting kiss to her lips and she sighs again, this time into my mouth when I try to deepen the kiss into something more.
My heart is still galloping but I know I could go for round two already.
I don’t feel like I'm finished with her yet, not by a long shot.
And who knows if she’ll have sex with me again after tonight, when the blur of alcohol has left her brain and she’s back to thinking clearly.
She’ll think back to this night and regret everything, she’ll probably be ashamed and pretend to everyone that nothing happened between us.
I know I can’t do that though, not now I’ve tasted her, not now I’ve seen what I could have all the time.
I need it again, I need her.
Before I found Lois Taylor in my bedroom unexpectedly tonight I was on a bit of a path of self destruction.
I lay up here on my bed thinking about my mum’s words, about calling my dad or going to visit him before his release.
I’ve been convincing and then unconvincing myself about what the fuck to do about him.
I want to protect my little sisters first and foremost, but I also want to move on from that time in my life.
I’ve been tied down by the rage and resentment that’s continued to build over the years that he’s been in prison and I want to let it go.
I want to be free of all of it, of him mainly but there’s something holding me prisoner.
Tonight was the night I really spiralled, which I haven’t in a while.
The first thing I did was add another hole to my bedroom wall to match the others that are now covered with random shitty hockey pictures.
But the dark thoughts continued dragging me down, deeper and deeper into the pit of woe and self pity.
But then Lois came out of my bathroom and span me on my axis.
She pulled me out of the well and helped me to my feet, injecting my heart with a shot of possibility.
She showed me what I could have and my god, do I want it.
She showed me that I do have something to be grateful for in this shitty world.
She gave me a chance tonight.
She saved me.
The men's hockey locker room is somewhere no woman should ever venture.
There’s no other way to describe the smell of used hockey gear other than sweat personified and I should know, I practically live in the stuff.
Fortunately for Lois — or maybe unfortunately depending on which way you look at it — she didn’t need to step foot in the men’s locker room this morning to be woken with said smell.
I’m gathering day old sweat soaked hockey jerseys from my bedroom floor when she opens one eye.
Her nose crumples into a little nugget of disgust when she inhales the smell, which I don’t blame her for one bit.
I wear this stuff almost daily and I'm still not immune to the thick, heavy scent.
“Sorry, I was trying to get rid of these before you woke up.”
I say, running a rough palm down my face, stopping to scratch my ever growing stubble.
Her face forms a perfect, dimpled, sleepy smile.
“It’s ok, I grew up being assaulted by that smell every Saturday when Sean would come home from a hockey game.”
I drop the clothes back onto my bedroom floor and clamber on top of her, burying my face into the warmth of her sweet smelling neck.
“I can’t believe you’re waking up in my bed, this is kind of weird.”
“Good weird? Or you want me to do the walk of shame asap weird?”
“Definitely good weird,”
I smirk, dropping a wet kiss to her parted lips and shuffling down between her thighs.
“Very good weird.”
I coo, sinking my fingers into her ass cheeks and licking a slow path up her pussy. She must have sensed what was coming before I even moved down here because she’s already soaked, waiting for me.
“Wanna come all over my face before we both have to go to training?”
I say, sweeping a hot tongue up her wet mess again.
She blows out a hard breath, front teeth deep in her bottom lip.
“Is that even a question?”
I bark a laugh.
“Your wish is my command Your Majesty.”
I swipe my tongue slowly up her hot pussy, taking an extra moment to circle the clit that bags for friction.
She pushes against my face, suffocating me in her warm, wet heaven before she does as I ask and gives me every single bit of her.
Her taste is everywhere, all over my tongue, my lips.
I swipe the back of my hand across the moisture on my chin and get to my feet, grinning with a mixture of cockiness and pride.
“What’s that arrogant grin for?”
She breathes, still catching her breath.
My face cracks open wider.
“No one can get you off like I can.”
Lois sits up, propping both elbows behind her.
“Oh really? And you know that how?”
“I just know, trust me I can read women very well.”
“And what does your crystal ball tell you about me? Because mine is pinging with new information about you right now.”
She stands, padding barefoot towards me, the only thing covering her naked body being a very thinly worn out t-shirt of mine.
“Well, I know last night was the best sex you ever had and that you can’t wait to let me break you with my dick again.”
I smile and her eyes roll dramatically.
“So, what does your crystal ball say about me?”
She ponders for a moment, then plants two hands against my bare chest.
“It says you like me, a lot.”
“ Like you?”
I gawk, shaking my head as I gently place my hands on the creamy skin of her tiny waist.
“You fucking consume me Lois, you’ve consumed me since the second we kissed. I don’t know why, but you’ve been all I’ve been able to think about since last weekend.”
Her eyes fall from mine and I watch the wall of insecurity rise up between us, blocking me from getting to her fully. She’s still doubting herself, even after last night, even after I just told her I'm totally and utterly consumed with her after one night together.
This girl is fucking insane.
“Hey, you know last night when I asked you if you trusted me?”
I say, trying to bring her back to me, to pull her out of this pit of uncertainty that she’s launched herself into. She nods once, keeping her eyes on her feet.
I grip her chin and force her golden flecked eyes to catch mine.
“You answered yes really quick…why? You barely know me and I don’t have the best reputation with women, so why trust me so easily?”
Her lips part like she’s going to say something, then she closes her mouth again and lets out a tiny, barely audible sigh.
“My gut tells me I should trust you,”
her eyes capture mine and I hold a breath.
“So I do.”
With a tilt of my head and questioning eyes I ask, “That’s it?”
She nods, soft, dimpled smile in tact.
“That’s it,”
A hint of teasing glistens in the hazel pools that are latched onto me.
“And this,”
she spins fast and falls backwards, arms out like an angel.
“Catch me.”
“Jesus Christ,”
I curse, catching her in my arms easily but feeling my heart thrum at the thought of her almost landing on her ass on my bedroom floor.
“You’re crazy.”
She grins over her shoulder at me and I duck around her, dropping my shoulder and flinging her over it as she squeals and wiggles.
I drop her onto the mattress with a jaw aching smile, smacking a hard kiss to the crook of her neck as her belly laugh echoes through the room.
“I’m getting in the shower you nut case,”
I grab a towel from my dresser, she’s still cracking up, eyes scrunched shut, hand on her stomach.
“My shower is shit so I'm going to use the main one, back in five.”
“Ok,”
she pants, wild curls tumbling down her back as she sits up straight.
“Don’t be long.”
I pull my bedroom door shut behind me and head next door to the bathroom. In the same moment that I reach for the door handle, the knob turns and the wood is yanked open fast.
Molly appears from the mist like a siren that’s come on land to drag as many fishermen into her depths as possible, drowning each one as she goes.
Her eyes land on mine immediately, she knows what I did last night.
I don’t know how she knows but she fucking knows, I can tell from the smirk forming on her lips.
“What’s that smile for?”
She says coyly, like she doesn’t fucking know exactly why I'm beaming this morning.
I lean an elbow against the door frame, towering over her.
“Just finished my pre-training meal and it was fucking delicious.”
Her face twists with confusion, eyebrows knitting tightly together.
“What?”
She throws both hands in the air.
“You know what, I don’t even want to know.”
Her still wet hands land against my chest in a firm smack and I laugh as she saunters off down the hallway to Kyle’s room.