Chapter 6
six
. . .
Nick
three years ago
What the hell just happened? One moment, everything was fine, great, fan-fucking-tastic. The next…
She crosses the room to the couch, reaching for her clothes. What the fuck?
“So that’s it? You get yours, and then you’re done?”
When she turns around, tears shine in her eyes. “You can’t seriously be asking me to blow you right now?”
“I’m not.” Standing with my hands on my hips, I ignore my aching cock standing upright between us. “What the hell happened?”
Bex rolls her eyes. “Come on.”
“Yes, I want to come, which is why I don’t fucking understand.”
“You don’t have to be a dick.”
When I start toward her, her lower lip trembles. Shit. What did I do?
“Babe,” I murmur. “What happened?”
She doesn’t answer me.
“One second we were great, we were golden, and then suddenly you’re cold and crying. I—What did I do?”
I will kick myself for the rest of my life for making this beautiful, bold woman cry. Bex swallows loudly.
Crossing the room to her, I catch her hand. “What happened?”
She sniffs, like she’s trying to hold back her tears.
Tracing my thumb across her cheek, I cup her face with my palm. “Bex, talk to me.”
“You…” Her voice wavers. “You lied to me.”
“When did I lie to you?”
Her eyes squeeze shut, and she turns her head away. “You said I was beautiful.”
My heart breaks, right then and there, at the anguish on her face.
“Because you are.”
She scoffs again.
So I do the only thing I can think of. Dragging her by the hand, I lead her to the full-length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. Standing behind her, I pull her body against mine and wrap my arms around her soft belly.
“Tell me what you see.”
The stubborn woman shakes her head, but I refuse to give up.
“Because I see this gorgeous creature who decided to give me the tiniest sliver of her attention.”
I tug her hair out of her ponytail. The copper waves flutter down around us. Carding my fingers through the strands, I massage her scalp.
Against her will, she leans into the contact.
“I see this incredibly intelligent woman who just shattered in front of me.” I press a kiss to her temple, my hands trailing over her rolls. “I see curves that are so delicious, I can barely think straight.”
She turns her head away. “They aren’t.”
Gently, I tip her chin until she faces the mirror again, and I wait for her to open her eyes. When she does, I cup her breasts, kneading them and tugging at her nipples until her mouth drops open.
“Your tits are glorious.”
“They’re just tits,” she mutters.
“Fucking glorious,” I repeat, hardening my tone. “I could lose myself in them all day. And this ass.” I grab a handful. “The things I want to do to you…”
Bex rolls her eyes. “Fine. I’ve got tits and an ass. I’ve also got…” She waves a hand at the mirror.
I run my hands down her flank, and she shudders, but she doesn’t look away. When I cup her big belly, she flinches.
“You are absolutely fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “And I hate that you don’t believe it. I want to go back in time and kill whoever put those fucking thoughts in your head.”
Her breath catches.
“You have a kind face, and the cutest fucking little nose, and this mouth—fuck, I would love to see your lips wrapped around my cock,” I tell her truthfully. “I want to worship every fucking inch of your goddamn beautiful body.”
From head to toe, she stills, and she can’t meet my eyes in the mirror.
“There is not a single goddamn part of you that’s not perfect.
” When she doesn’t react, I tighten my arms around her, pulling her back until her ass is flush to me.
My hard cock presses into the small of her back, and her mouth drops open.
“If you think you’re not the woman of my actual fucking dreams come to life, I… I’ll…”
Bex scoffs again. “Nope. Not buying it. You probably hook up with supermodels. I’m just convenient. An easy lay.”
“Supermodels are boring,” I tell her flatly.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. And you do. I like a woman who is unapologetically herself and doesn’t give a shit who knows it.
And you are.” I cup her belly again. “And I like a woman I don’t have to be afraid will snap like a twig. And you won’t.”
She swallows. “But…”
“You’re fucking beautiful, babe.” I kiss her temple again. “I don’t have the words to adequately explain how fucking exquisite I think you are.”
Moving my hand between her legs, I ease the elastic of her panties down her hips, then down her thick thighs. And when she steps out of them, my hand darts to her cunt, tracing her clit so she can watch in the mirror.
She shudders, her head falling against my shoulder.
“Watch.” My voice is hoarse. “Watch how fucking beautiful you are when you come apart.”
Spreading her, I expose her clit and press against it with the heel of my palm as I slip two fingers inside. Her greedy cunt clutches at me. Wherever her head is, this part of her wants me, wants this.
Her walls flutter around my fingers, and Bex tenses, her mouth falling open and her eyes squeezing shut. Immediately, I pull back.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
In the mirror, I watch her swallow before she turns around and shoves my chest. I take a step back, removing my hands from her body.
She steps around me, going for her bag.
“Babe?”
When she turns around, she’s holding a strip of three condoms and a small packet of travel lube.
“I’m allergic to latex,” she says. “You still want to do this?”
Eagerly, I nod.
“Then we do this on my terms,” she demands.
My fucking cock twitches. “Okay.”
She said she wasn’t into femdom earlier, but fuck, I might be. I’ve never given it much thought before now.
Stepping up to me, she pushes the lube and condoms into my hand, then cups me over my briefs. As much as I try to play it cool, I can’t help thrusting into her touch, desperate for more.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” she tells me. “You’ve had your fun and your games. It’s my turn now.”
My throat bobs as I swallow a hard lump. “O-okay.”
She tugs my briefs down and my cock slaps up against my abs. Her satisfied smirk makes my balls draw up tight.
This woman might be the death of me, and frankly, I don’t fucking care.
She wraps her fist around my cock, giving me a slow stroke. My knees buckle, and I reach for the wall behind me to steady myself.
“Actually, I do need you to do something for me,” she says. She removes her hand from around me.
“Anything,” I blurt. My cock is rock hard and my balls ache. If I don’t come soon, I’m literally going to die.
She sinks to her knees, then gathers her hair over her shoulder. Taking my hand, she guides it toward her hair, wrapping my fist around it.
“Hold this for me?”
And then before I can blink, she fists her hand around my cock and sucks me into her mouth.
Bex looking at me from across the room in her skimpy bra and panties? Great.
Bex naked on my lap, squirming and panting as I bring her to the edge? Wonderful.
Bex on her knees with my cock in her mouth? Heaven.
She tightens her fist around my length, sucking on the head. Pleasure sparks along my spine, making the backs of my legs prickle and precum leak from the tip.
She hums as she licks me clean, then kisses her way along the underside of the shaft. And I almost come undone the second she sucks on the sensitive vein under the head.
All too soon, I reluctantly tug on her hair, pulling her away from me. Her tongue darts out to lick through the slit, like she can’t stand not having me in her mouth.
“If you want me to fuck you, you’ve got to stop,” I tell her, flexing my grip on her hair. She lets out a soft moan, tightening her fist around me.
“Babe…”
Slowly, she pulls away, and I grab her by the upper arms and yank her up. Once she’s upright, I slide my hand back into her hair and kiss her senseless. She tastes like me, and I shouldn’t like it as much as I do.
I walk backward, leading her to the bed and collapsing onto it, pulling her after me. She curls up next to me, her hand scratching through my chest hair as she drags my mouth back to hers.
She’s coming back to herself.
Grabbing the first condom, I rip it open and roll it down my length, then add some lube. With the rest, I reach for her and slide two fingers into her greedy cunt, mixing her natural wetness with the supplemental from the packet.
I roll onto my back and try to pull her after me, but Bex shakes her head. “I’d crush you.”
“Babe, I’d die happy.”
She snorts. “Yeah, I can see that headline going well. Hot NHL superstar gets smothered by—”
“By a fucking glorious woman with the best tits in the multiverse and an ass that will haunt me for the rest of my goddamn life.”
Bex shakes her head, but I am pleased to see her try to hide a smile.
“Please. Please sit on my cock,” I beg her. “Just a little bit. Just try it.”
She rolls her eyes, her lips twitching into a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”