Chapter 16 #3
"We shouldn't be doing this. You're marrying someone else.
" He averts his gaze and shakes his head.
I nearly scream from frustration. I can see the hard outline of him from where his pants hang on.
I swear to fucking sin itself that if he doesn't take me tonight I'm going to kick him so hard in the balls he'll never be able to fuck again.
"Victor is-"
Nic turns back to me with a sneer on his face and renewed determination. Who knew another man's name was the right thing to say?
"Never say his name again," he breathes. He grips my hips and I yelp as he pulls me closer to the edge of the dresser, diving back in to pick up where he left off between my legs. "Come on my tongue. And never fucking say his name again."
I don't. I don't even think about anyone else as Nicholas gives me everything he's got. I clutch at him, my legs trembling and instead I scream his name as I do, as promised, come on his tongue.
I sink back against the mirror with my legs spread. I'm wet, panting and wild as I come down from my orgasm. There's no time to recover as Nic rips his belt free and pulls himself out, stroking up and down.
He kisses me as he traces his crown over me, soaking himself in my release. A release that I can taste on his lips as well as he can feel it on mine. When he guides his cock inside me, parting me as he sinks easily to the hilt, we both stop to gasp.
Fuck, it's been so long since we've actually had sex. I forgot how good it feels.
As much as I want it to be, this isn't going to be some grand act of lovemaking. We're frustrated, with excess energy to burn and feelings that neither of us have any fucking clue what to do with.
"Please, move," I moan in his ear when he's been still for too long.
He comes back from wherever he was in his head. His eyes move from the ceiling to me, and in unison we both drop our heads to watch the place where we connect as he starts to move. To watch as his cock disappears inside me and comes out glistening over and over again.
Nicholas has never felt so good. Never felt so unhinged and I love it.
I love the way that this time, unlike any of the others, he grips me like he could ruin me.
I grasp at the mirror behind me, hanging on as he clasps my hip and starts to really fuck me.
Hard enough that the dresser slams against the wall, narrowly missing my fingers curled around the mirror.
The noise of the dresser slamming against the wall is loud and crazy.
Irresponsible and reckless and asking for trouble. Right now, neither of us cares.
"You're going to be the God damn death of me," Nic says, holding my legs wide as he slams inside me. He hoists my leg higher, securing it over his hip to get a deeper angle. "You're going to cost me everything I've ever worked for."
"Oh, fucking hell," I moan, feeling it as he hits the exact right spot inside me. "Right there... right there... right there."
"I know." His teeth are gritted. "I know."
I start to tighten, clawing wildly at him as I beg him not to stop, moaning loud enough to wake the whole house.
This time, Nic doesn't silence me. He groans too.
Loudly and in a deep tenor that is so fucking sexy.
His voice in my ear, hearing the sounds he's making and knowing that it's me doing it to him, is what sends me over the edge.
"Oh shit," he says, his thrusts starting to become jerky as I come all over his cock.
Our skin slaps obscenely as he buries himself to the hilt, thrusting home with punishing certainty and coming deep inside me.
He presses his fist into the mirror, rolling his hips while his warmth floods inside me.
As we both finish, reality sinks in and my body goes cold. Even though my pussy is still spasming and his cock is still twitching inside me. My heart hurts as I anticipate the inevitable running away that comes with any ounce of vulnerability from Nic.
Being right about something you very much don't want to happen is incredibly bittersweet.
Nic pulls out of me slowly, barely able to look at me and the shattered remains of my love and pride that he leaves behind.
In fact, he doesn't look at me. I sit like a fuck toy on the dresser full of his cum while he fully redresses.
I feel like a fuck toy too, being discarded one too many times to not be burned alive by his regret. His regret of me.
Not even when he goes to leave does he look at me. Not in any of the steps that he makes to leave the room. I'm so disappointed, so cut by his actions, that I don't even move. Not even to close my legs.
He pauses with his hand on the doorknob, shadows streaming over his face. "I can't do this, Sage. I'm not supposed to want you. I'm not allowed to want you."
"I don't care what you're supposed to do."
"It's not that simple," he says, shaking his head. "We can't do this. We're not doing this anymore, okay? I don't... I don't want you enough to jeopardize everything I've worked for."
He leaves, closing the door gently behind him. I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress a sob. It doesn't work.
It. Does. Not. Fucking. Work.