Chapter 13 Annika #2
“What do you want, Nik? Tell me.”
“You, but…”
“No buts. Either my dick is going inside you or it’s not. Tell me now while I still have a modicum of control.”
My eyes open. The hungry look plastered on his face leaves me with no doubt about what he wants and needs at this moment.
“Anyone could walk in.”
“Then we better be quick.” He grimaces. “Except I don’t have a condom with me.”
“I’m on the pill, and I got tested before I left Italy. I’m clean.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, followed by the rustle of fabric when he pushes his sweats down. “Gonna be my first, Nik.”
“Your first?”
He nods seriously, fingers shifting my panties to the side so he can swipe the thick head of his cock through my wetness. We groan in unison.
“Never trusted anyone enough to go bare before. Only you.” The way he says it, the rawness in his voice, makes everything inside me burn hotter. “But hold on, books. I promised you quick.”
I barely have time to take a breath before he thrusts all the way in. The stretch of him is borderline too much, and I cry out from the sheer shock of how big he is.
“Holy Christ, Nik. You’re so fucking warm, and wet, and goddamn tight.” With one hand palming my ass, he braces the other against the shelf above my head and glances down at me with his brow furrowed. “Did I hurt you?”
With words as elusive as falling stars, I shake my head. My body is wound too tight, my breath lodged in my throat, and I can feel myself starting to unravel.
“Oh fuck. You’re squeezing me so good. That’s it. Come for me, little one, then I’ll make you do it again.”
My head drops back, and I give in to the orgasm that’s been teetering for what feels like forever but has only really been mere milliseconds. It hits me so fast and so hard that I feel my thighs trembling and my pussy clenching hard around his dick.
“Jesus. How can it just keep getting better?” he rasps. “I need to move, Nik. Tell me when.”
I barely get a full nod in before he’s pulling out and thrusting back in, balls deep. I yelp this time, pretty sure he hit my cervix. But holy shit, my first orgasm is already rolling into a second one.
The chime of the bell barely cuts through the sex haze in my brain, but I’m just lucid enough to know that means we’re seconds away from getting caught. Somehow, that amps up the pleasure ten-fold.
Carson’s hand covers my mouth. “Shhh, little one.”
Oops. I hadn’t realized how loud I was being. I simply lost myself to the euphoria of actually getting off for once.
“Annika, you here?”
My eyes widen when I recognize that voice.
“Oh shit. That’s fucking, Gertie,” Carson whispers, but he hasn’t stopped thrusting. “Tell her you’ll be right out.”
“Give me just a moment,” I call out, praying to God she doesn’t hear the breathy tone of my voice.
Carson's lips press against my ear as he growls, “Need you to come with me, Nik. Now!”
He slams in one last time, hard enough to send my ass smacking into the shelf.
A stand tips over into a metal dish holding book thongs, the sound echoing through the store.
He covers my mouth with his just in time to stop my scream.
He releases a barely audible grunt, warmth spilling into me as my body convulses around his.
“Fucking ghosts,” Gertie mutters, her voice thankfully moving farther and farther away.
Carson’s shaking against me, forehead pressed to my shoulder, and it takes my brain a moment to catch on to the fact that the fucker is laughing.
“She got the fucking bit right.”
With my fingers still in his hair, I give it a little tug.
“Ouch!”
“Annika, you okay?” Gertie says, her footsteps treading along the carpet.
I tap his shoulder, speeding up as the footsteps draw closer. Thankfully, Carson takes the hint and slowly pulls out. I almost moan again, except fear is choking my vocal cords.
“Gonna be messy,” he smugly whispers into my ear before stepping back and helping me straighten my skirt.
Finger combing my hair, I shake out my shoulders as he eyes me like he wasn’t just inside me thirty seconds ago.
My eyes narrow. “Stay put. Do not go out there, or she’ll know what we were up to back here.”
“What we were up to is you understanding just how real this fake dating thing could be.”
“This changes nothing.”
“It changes everything.”
I growl. “Be good and stay out of sight.”
Rushing out to the front of the store, I meet Gertie, who’s mere steps away from entering the section we were in.
“Oh. There you are, dear.” Gertie’s eyes trail down my body, her bright red cat-eye glasses nearly falling down her nose. “Looking a little flushed.”
I run my hands through my hair. “So sorry. I was fixing a broken shelf. You know how it is. A girl’s gotta do everything herself.”
Luckily, she’s distracted from further questioning by the chime of the bell.
Reagan Paige steps inside, her eyes immediately traveling to where we’re standing. “Hi, ladies!”
“Hey, Reagan. How’s it going?”
“It’s been a long week, and it’s only Tuesday.” She glances over at the new seating area. “Oh, I love that. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble, Annika.”
Her gaze lands on Carson’s backpack near the archway, and my stomach sinks to my toes.
“Carson’s already here?”
“Um…yeah.” I ignore the heat of Gertie’s intense stare. “He helped me move the furniture, then ran out to grab some food. Said he’d be back before tutoring began.”
“Moving the furniture. That what they’re calling it these days?” Gertie murmurs.
“I’m glad he was able to help out. I’ll go set up so I’m ready when the students get here.” She holds up a grocery bag. “I brought cookies and brownies. A little sugar to jumpstart the brains.”
I chuckle, still very much aware of my nosy guest.
Reagan walks away, and I finally turn to Gertie. “What did you need, Gertie? Sorry about the interruptions.”
“I actually stopped by to see if you had any books on coding.”
“Coding?”
“Yeah, like, hacker shit.”
I blink. Then blink again.
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m old, not senile.”
I feel like this is a trap. There’s only one thing she could want to learn coding for, and I’m pretty sure MikeTheMod would kill me if I’m the one that gives her the power.
Rumor has it that Janessa Vincent accidentally gave Gertie the password for the system when it was first installed, and Mike posted her name on The Grapevine list of shame.
Last I heard, that list was up to five sad souls.
“Not sure we have anything like that at the moment, but if you find a particular title you’d like, I could see about ordering one for you.”
She glances to the back corner of the store. “Nah. You’ve got bigger problems to worry about, I’m sure. I’ll check on .”
She turns and walks out, the bell ringing softly.
“See, even Gertie knows I’m packing down there.” Carson’s voice fills my ear from behind.
My head tips back with a groan, hitting his chest, and he stares down at me from above.
“You know the entire town is gonna know we had sex in the store, right?”
“Let them. We’re young, it was consensual, and they already think we’re dating. It’s not that scandalous, especially if you decide to make this real.”
He kisses my forehead, then stalks off to talk to Reagan like he didn’t just drop a bombshell on me.
He didn’t just… They don’t really want this to be real…
Do they?