24. Nicole
NICOLE
Oh my god, the pleasure is so intense, and he hasn’t touched me anywhere but my breasts.
My core is aching, needing to be filled, and my clit is screaming for attention, throbbing with need.
I try to push my legs together to create some sort of friction, but Owen’s kneeling between them, his head alternating between each of my hard nipples.
The wand starts to travel lower and I hiss out ‘yes’ as it nears the top of my mound. I stiffen in anticipation, and when the buzzing head touches my clit, my hips jump off the bed and my hands fly into his hair again.
And then everything stops.
“Fucking, shit, fuck, Owen.”
My stream of obscenities doesn’t phase him at all. He just chuckles as he hovers over me.
“I told you, do as you’re told or me and J double G stop. Hands, Nico.”
I don’t have time to acknowledge his words, I’m desperate for him to let me come, so I place my hands above my head and frown at him.
He smiles before licking around my nipple, and as the familiar buzz starts up again, I sigh in relief.
In a few short seconds we’re back to where we were.
My hips rotating with the motion of the vibrator, humming my pleasure as his tongue licks and laves my nipples.
I’m so close. The noise around me is fading into the background as the whoosh of my blood goes through my ears.
White lights are dancing behind my eyes, and one more movement and I’ll explode.
I move my hand to grip the bedsheets to ground me in the moment, and everything stops again.
“I swear to GOD!” I shout out with my eyes closed and flinch when my nipple is pinched. My eyes fly open and I’m met with a grinning Owen over me.
“Don’t swear to God, Nico. Swear to me, I’m the one in control.”
“Then let me come,” I whine out to him, literally begging for my release.
“Keep your hands above your head and I will. Be a good girl, Nico,” he croons as I raise my hands quickly above my head, determined to keep them there and get my orgasm.
“Yeah, just like that. Good girl.”
He wastes no time at all getting back to work, and within seconds I can feel myself building up again. I close my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me.
His lips move away from my nipples, but I don’t care. The vibrations on my tiny bundle of nerves is all I can focus on. But when I feel Owen’s pierced head breach my entrance, I mewl out a purr that can only be described as blissful.
I’m so close, I’m willing myself to come, needy and desperate, begging him, “Please, make me come, please, Owen.”
He growls, throws the vibrator on the bed, and thrusts into me hard.
“I’m the one giving you your orgasm. Say my name when you come.
Beg me for your release, baby. Such a good girl, taking all my dick.
Such a beautiful girl begging me to let you come.
” He grits out words of passion and praise as he fucks me harder and harder.
I can barely hear what he’s saying because I’m right there, at the edge, ready to dive off and soar through the fireworks. “I’m gonna… Owen, I’m gonna…” I mumble out.
His thrusts get harder and then, as the wand is placed onto my clit again, I scream my release for all to hear.
I’m floating through the orgasmic haze when I feel him stiffen inside of me. He drops down on top of me and whispers into my ear, “Such a good girl, Nico, such a good girl.”
I open my eyes to a grinning Owen.
“I think me and J double G are gonna make a great team, Whiskey Girl.”
He places a kiss on my lips and I sigh against them.
“You two are going to kill me,” I mumble, my lips still touching his.
“Yeah, but what a way to go. Death by orgasm. I want it written on my headstone. ‘Here lies Owen Lockheart. Died giving the best orgasm of his life. No regrets’.”
He laughs and I giggle along with him as he gently wipes the hair from my forehead.
“Um, I’m not happy about you giving my vibrator a rapper’s name by the way.”
The vibrations from his laughter echo through his chest and make my heart happy.
I was a fool to avoid him, an idiot to doubt him, and a colossal fuck-up to think he’d be better off without me.
He makes everything better. And now that we’ve promised to communicate with each other, I can’t see there being any other issues.
“Seriously though, Nico. I meant it when I said I don’t blame you.
From now on I want you to tell me when you’re feeling sad or upset.
I love you and I want to be the person you go to for everything.
I want you to lean on me so I can lean on you right back.
I’ve had enough of the misunderstandings and miscommunication.
We need to do better. I need to do better.
” He grabs my hand and squeezes it in his.
“I need to do better too. I promise you, from now on, I’ll talk to you about my feelings. I’ll let you know when I’m feeling overwhelmed or anything because I do love you, Owen. And I’m thankful you came barrelling into our lives and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
A smile takes over his normally frowny face and I beam back at him. He wraps his arms around me and I bask in the safe, secure, and happy glow that being in his arms gives me once again.