Chapter 17 #3
As I’m wrapping the towel around my chest, Nick comes up behind me and pulls it off my body with a kiss on my shoulder. He picks me up and flings me over his shoulder before walking out of the bathroom. I’m dropped onto my bed, my hair towel pulled off, then Nick is on top of me. “Hi Grumpy.”
“Shortie,” he growls and kisses me hard.
I hold him close, returning his kiss with an intensity that surprises even me. Nick is always all-consuming when we make out. Everything in my mind just melts away, and all I have left is Nick.
He pulls away from my lips, his breath warm on my skin, and nibbles down my neck, each touch sending shivers down my spine as I squirm.
Nick captures my nipple in his mouth, taking a deep pull, and my back arches off the mattress.
Switching to the other nipple, his teeth graze my skin before he bites down.
A moan slips out of me as Nick continues his downward path, kissing my belly button before settling between my thighs.
He lifts both legs over his shoulders, then attacks with his tongue.
He splits my lips, starting near my entrance and taking a long hot drag up to my clit, where his nibbles send sparks through my belly.
My hips buck involuntarily, but he lays a massive arm across my stomach to pin me in place.
The tip of his tongue circles my little nub in a tantalizing rhythm, while a thick finger pushes inside, curling upwards.
“Oh damn,” I mumble as I grab his head, the pleasure building and my muscles contracting in anticipation.
A moan involuntarily leaves me as I near my peak, sensations rolling over me.
A few more pumps of his finger and I’m flying over the precipice into an intense orgasm. My eyes squeeze shut as I’m swept away.
When the waves end, I release a big breath and open my eyes. Nic is watching me as he licks his lips. “You’re way too good at that, Grumpy.”
He smirks and crawls up my body to give me a brief kiss before lying on his side. “I don’t do that for others,” he comments.
“You don’t go down on girls?”
Nick shakes his head no. Hmm, that was incredible. He’s a natural, or it has something to do with his father. Hopefully, it’s the first. As I study his incredible body, I know I’m ready for the next step. I trust him completely and want to share this with him. “Nick, I’m ready.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, not catching my meaning.
“Nick, I’m ready to have sex, and I want you to be my first.”
His eyes go molten as he looks me over. “You sure, Shortie? There’s no rush.”
“I’m sure,” I smile, leaning up to kiss him.
Nick kisses me back before pulling away and getting off the bed. He opens the drawer of Seb’s nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch, fascinated, as he tears the package with his teeth, then rolls it on.
Coming back over to me, he lies on his side before attacking my mouth, and I get lost in his lips and the heat radiating from his body. Once I’m totally relaxed, he flips us, so I’m on top. “At your pace, Shortie,” he says.
Nodding, I lean over to kiss him as I rub myself over the condom.
My hard nipples brush against his chest deliciously.
Nick has a small amount of chest hair that tickles my breasts, but in a good way.
I’m feeling nervous, not that I don’t want this.
I just think I need Nick to take over. Breaking from our kiss, I lean back. “I need you to take charge here, Nick.”
“Are you sure? I’m not gentle, Shortie.”
“Please,” I respond.
Nick groans, briefly closing his eyes, and flips us back over so he’s on top. He reaches down to line himself up with my entrance. Pushing so that just the tip is inside, he stops. “You know there might be pain?”
“Yeah. Just do it, Nick. All the way in.”
He nods, then kisses me hard as one hand comes up to massage my boob. As I relax into him, Nick surges forward and buries himself inside. I suck in a breath as Nick groans long and low. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out.
There's no pain, but the pressure is intense, and I feel stretched to my limit. Although I haven’t seen many naked guys in person, Nick is the biggest of my three. “Move, please,” I say, releasing my breath.
Nick pulls out slowly, then pushes back in, and my breath catches; the pressure still really intense.
Part of me wants him to stop, but I don’t voice it.
Forcing a deep breath in and out, I know my body will adjust. Our eyes connect as he pulls out and in again.
After one more pump, the pressure turns into pleasure, and I moan. “Good?” he asks.
“Yeah, keep going. It’s starting to feel really good.” Really, really good.
I get a smirk as Nick picks up speed. Another moan slips out as I wrap my legs around him and start moving my body in sync with his. Nick pulls one leg over his elbow, which changes the angle and hits my g spot with every thrust. “Oh my god,” I say, closing my eyes. This feels incredible.
“Eyes open,” Nick demands.
My eyes snap open to meet his earthy ones.
There are so many emotions playing through his eyes: desire, confusion, and something I can’t quite grasp.
One of his hands moves down, his thumb circling my clit, and I’m flying, weightless, a kaleidoscope of feelings flowing through me that leaves me breathless.
It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
With one last thrust, a primal groan leaves Nick.
He releases my leg, head dropping to my neck as he pants.
I can feel him pulsing inside me as he comes. The feeling is incredibly sensual. He collapses on top of me, his body heavy and limp, as I run my fingers through his damp hair, feeling the rapid thump of his heart against my chest as he comes down from the high.
I just had sex. With Nick. I can’t believe it, but it was amazing. My face breaks into a grin, and a giddy feeling bubbles up inside me, light and carefree.
Once his breathing evens out, Nick picks me up bridal-style and walks into the bathroom. He sits me on the toilet before pulling the condom off and wrapping it in toilet paper to throw in the garbage. “Pee Shortie,” Nick says, leaving and closing the door.
I do as I’m told. Standing, there’s no trace of blood.
I guess something must have torn my hymen before this.
It saved me pain, at least, though a tender, almost bruised feeling lingers between my legs.
Odd, strangely pleasurable tingles punctuate the soreness.
After washing up, I go back into the bedroom to find Nick entering through the main door with shorts on.
I dress in pjs from my bag, then get into bed with him. “Have you heard from the other guys?”
“Yeah, they’re on their way home now.” He lifts an arm, so I settle my head on his chest.
“That was amazing, Grumpy.”
“It was Shortie. Thank you,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Just wait until I get all the way in. Are you sore?”
“A little,” I say with a yawn. “Wait, what?” Jerking upright, I look down to see a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Did you say you weren’t all the way in?”
“Yup.” Nick encourages me to lie back down and pulls the covers over us, slinging my leg up and over his. “Sleep.”
Oh my god. My head rests on his warm chest, his heartbeat a steady thrumming against my ear, a deep, resonant bass.
I slide my arm across his broad chest, settling in.
He barely fits within the confines of the bed.
A thrill, warm and electric, courses through me.
Could sex get any better than that perfect moment?
I doubt it, but the anticipation of what’s to come is almost intoxicating.
Sleep beckons, and I’m out before the rest of the guys get home.