Chapter 19 #2
The vulnerability of the position made my pulse quicken, but there was no fear—only anticipation. He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I shivered.
"Already wet for me, princess?" he asked, voice teasing but eyes serious.
My cheeks flushed at his words, but I nodded, unable to form a coherent response. His touch was electric, sending sparks through every nerve ending.
Nick’s grin was feral as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. He tossed them aside and spread my legs wider still.
He leaned in close; his breath hot against where I ached for him most. “Good girl,” he whispered before pressing a kiss that sent fireworks through my veins.
And then? There were no more words—only sensations as he showed me exactly how much he'd been craving this moment too.
His breath was a warm whisper against my skin, sending shivers through me before his tongue even touched me.
When it did, I gasped—a sharp intake of breath that filled the quiet room with the sound of my need.
He licked a slow, deliberate path up my slit, tasting me with a reverence that made my toes curl.
Nick groaned, a low, primal sound that reverberated through my entire body. “Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” he murmured against me, his voice thick with desire.
My hands found their way into his hair, fingers threading through the blond strands as he worked me with his mouth.
Every stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, each one more intense than the last. It was like he was playing me—knowing exactly where to touch, where to press, how to make me unravel completely.
The world narrowed down to the sensation of his mouth on me—the heat of it, the slick slide of his tongue, the way he sucked gently on my clit before flicking it with maddening precision. My hips moved of their own accord, arching into him as I chased that building crescendo inside me.
“You going to come for me, baby?” His voice was a gravelly whisper against my most sensitive flesh, and I whimpered in response.
“Yeah?” he asked again, teasing yet coaxing. “Yeah, you are. I can feel it.”
The pressure built inside me like a tidal wave threatening to break. His words were a lit match to gasoline, igniting something deep and primal within me. My grip tightened in his hair as I teetered on the edge, every nerve ending sparking with electricity.
Nick moaned into me—a sound so raw and hungry that it sent vibrations straight to my core. The combination of his tongue and that desperate noise tipped me over the edge.
I shattered around him, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed over me in relentless waves. My vision blurred; my body convulsed with each pulse of ecstasy that wracked through me. Nick didn’t let up—his mouth working me through it until I was trembling and spent.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened with evidence of what he'd done to me. He looked up at me with darkened eyes and a satisfied grin that made my heart stutter.
"I want another one," he growled.
Nick’s tongue flicked against me again, demanding another climax from my already sensitive body. My thighs trembled, muscles tightening as the familiar coil of pleasure began to build rapidly.
“Nick,” I gasped, voice barely a whisper.
But he didn’t relent. Instead, he intensified his efforts, his mouth working me with renewed determination.
Just as I felt the crescendo nearing, a loud knock echoed through the apartment. I froze, every muscle in my body tensing in response to the unexpected intrusion.
Nick growled low in his throat but didn’t pause. “Let them wait,” he muttered against my skin, the vibrations of his voice sending another wave of pleasure through me.
His tongue swirled around my clit with even more fervor, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. My fingers tightened in his hair, holding him close as he pushed me higher and higher.
The knock came again, more insistent this time. But Nick was relentless, his mouth driving me to the edge and beyond. My climax hit me like a freight train, ripping through my body with a force that left me breathless and quivering.
He didn’t stop—didn’t even slow down—as I came on his face, drinking in every drop of my release with an almost reverent hunger. His name fell from my lips in a broken cry as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.
When it was finally over, I lay back on the table, breathless and half-laughing at the absurdity of it all. The knock came once more, but Nick finally rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking smugly satisfied.
“Stay here,” he said, voice rough but commanding. “I’ll deal with it.”
He strode to the door with an air of possessive confidence that sent another thrill through me. Even after what we’d just shared, the sight of him like this—shirtless, hair tousled from my hands, eyes dark with satisfaction—made my pulse quicken all over again.
I quickly grabbed my discarded panties and slipped them on while watching Nick approach the door. He opened it just enough to block whoever was outside from seeing into the apartment.