Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
M y body quivered with pleasure, a dream that felt all too real. Strong, firm hands roamed my body, and my most sensitive spot was electrified. "Mmmm," I moaned. My eyes eased open only to realize it was real.
It was still dark, with only the moon shining through the large window, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Looking down, Nick gazed back up at me with dark, hungry eyes. Oh god, this was real and felt amazing. My body arched into him as he stopped.
His eyes met mine, dark with desire. "Good morning."
"Oh god, don't stop." My legs hooked over his shoulders, body arching toward him.
He continued to run his mouth over me, using his tongue in ways I never knew existed. The louder I became, the more pleasure he brought me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me down hard against his mouth as I ran my fingers through his dark hair. My body began to vibrate with ecstasy as the erotic tension built up. My muscles tightened as he circled my clit, and when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he flicked his tongue once, twice, a third time. I trembled uncontrollably as the release of all that tension erupted hard into a powerful orgasmic rush.
My body went limp with satisfied delight as Nick kissed his way up my body until he was hovering over me. Gently, he kissed my lips until the kiss deepened into raw desire and hunger for each other as if my mouth was his only source of survival. Then, he slowed it down until he was able to pull away.
A satisfied smile curved my lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning." He rolled away, the mattress shifting as he rose, muscles rippling beneath tanned skin.
He was magnificent naked. His body was sculpted with strong muscles everywhere. He was a big man, tall with broad shoulders and thick, solid legs, and big didn't begin to describe his manhood. "I wanted to wake you up to see if you wanted to go run with me." If that was how he woke me up to see if I wanted to run with him, then yes, I wanted to run with him every morning and every night.
"Yes, I would," I replied. "I'll go get dressed." I began to get up, only to be shoved back onto the bed.
"Where are your workout clothes," he asked, his fingers stroking over my body.
"I can get them," I replied.
"No, I'll get them," he stated firmly. "I like you in my bed."
"Second drawer in the tall dresser," I said, giving in, and he disappeared. I stretched back out on the bed, thinking I could get used to this, but I also knew I shouldn't because it could be over at any time.
We began our run with a slow and steady pace. For once in a long time, I didn't need to run from something; I ran for no reason. We continued at a steady pace before eventually turning into a race. Nick had over a foot in height on me, and his long legs gave him the distance he needed to beat me.
Nick wiped the sweat from his brow as we approached the house. "We should hit the showers."
I led the way into the house and up the stairs. I passed his room to head into mine when strong, firm hands gripped me around the waist, pulling back, making me squeal.
"Where are you going?" he asked playfully, turning me around to him.
I gestured vaguely toward my room. "To get a shower."
"Not without me, you aren't." His hands gripped my waist, and in one fluid motion, he hoisted me over his shoulder. My surprised laugh echoed through the hallway as he carried me toward his shower.
He stepped into the large ceramic shower with me still over his shoulder and turned on the water. The icy water hit my back and slid down my legs to my shoes. I was still fully dressed, and so was he. The water began to warm up when he set me down underneath it.
"What are we doing, Nick?"
He didn't answer. His gaze held mine as he ran his hands down my thigh, hooking his hand under my leg at the knee and pulled it up before bending over and pulling off my shoe and sock and then the other. He removed his shoes, tossing them out of the shower with mine.
I stared up at him through dark lashes and my heart thuds against my ribs. His eyes were dark and hungry as his lips curved up into a seductive smile; it was sexy and scary, all wrapped up in one.
Reaching the band of my sports bra, I ripped the wet material over my head before dropping it to the floor. He did the same quickly discarding his shirt next to my bra. Neither of us said a word. His eyes said everything I needed to know. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties holding his gaze as he did the same.
His eyes moved from mine, down to my throat, dropping lower to my chest. His gaze was so intense it felt like a live wire hitting my bare skin.
Steam rose between us as I stepped forward into his personal space. A wave of nervousness washed over me as my fingertips found his toned abs and traced every curve down to the deep v of his hips.
Apprehension rippled through me as my hand lingered just above his cock that was already rock hard and standing at attention.
My hand wrapped around him at the base, hesitating for a moment.
His throat flexed on a hard swallow as his chest rose and fell with deep ragged breaths. “Olivia.” The desperation in his deep voice only fueled me as I slowly began stroking him from root to tip. He sucked in a sharp breath when I increased my speed and rolled my wrist closing my hand over his wide head.
I stroked and pulled harder and faster. "Fuck," he growled. I dropped down to my knees. I wanted to taste him, know what it was like, or if I could pleasure him with my mouth, but before I got the chance, he jerked me up to my feet. "Not today, baby. I won't last for what I want to do."
His mouth crashed hard against mine, and suddenly, he'd taken the reins and forced me back into submission. He had complete control over me, and though I wasn't entirely ready to submit, I wanted him. He pinned me hard against the ceramic tile wall, pressing his body tightly against mine, breaking the kiss only long enough to strip me out of my soaking wet clothes. His mouth still tangled with mine; he pinned my arms over my head with one hand while the other roamed over my body and found the most delicate spots to tease.
His hands slipped down my wet skin slipping between my thighs. He massaged slowly, then faster, then again slower, teasing me. My body began to shake; I wasn't sure I could take much more. Crying out, I begged him until he released my hands and pulled me quickly upward to eye level as he slowly pushed into me. He stayed still long enough for me to adjust to his size before he lost all control.
I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed harder and deeper into me. He took possession of my mouth in a hot, demanding kiss, tangling tongues and biting and pulling my bottom lip. We continued in the same rhythm until my body exploded with pleasure, and with a feral growl, he released himself.
Still holding me, he turned and put his back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He pulled me tight against his chest as we both sat under the falling water, breathless. We sat like that wordlessly until the water went cold.
Over the next few weeks, Nick and I fell into a comfortable routine. In the mornings, we woke up together, learning new sexual positions and exploring each other’s bodies until there wasn't a curve of him that I hadn't memorized, and there wasn't a surface in the house we hadn't broken in.
We worked out together, shared our showers, ate dinner together, cuddled on the couch every night before bed, and spent hours every day talking about everything from our childhood to who we were now to how our day at work was. He'd become more than just a friend, more than just a lover. But our label was friends with benefits.
My gaze lifted, meeting Nick's across the dining room table before dropping to his lips as his tongue swept over, wetting his dry lip and a chill raced over my skin as memories of what his mouth did to me this morning.
“Ms. Hannah is here,” Arlena announced from somewhere in the house, pulling me from my seductive thoughts and back to reality. A few seconds later, Hannah appeared in the dining room.
“You ready?” She smiled.
“Do we have t…”
“Yes,” she cut me off.
I was excited to go out with Hannah. I just wasn’t excited to go shopping. Again.
Nick pushed out of his chair, strolling around the table. “Have fun today, ladies.”
He disappeared into the kitchen.
Strolling down the clothing aisle, I let my fingertips slide across each one of the pretty dresses. "What are we shopping for this time?" I asked impatiently, standing behind Hannah, who was flipping hastily through the racks of clothes.
"Something to wear to Nick's Labor Day party tomorrow," she flipped through the clothes.
"Hannah, I still have stuff I haven't worn yet from the last time we went shopping," I stated.
"What," Hannah turned to me. "Save those for something else." I rolled my eyes. "There are going to be some of the most eligible bachelors at this party, and you need to look your best."
"Uh," I took a pink shirt from her, "I don't know if Nick would like this idea."
"No offense, but Nick needs to get over it. You're a single woman, and it's about time you meet a man." I inhaled sharply at her words. She didn't seem to notice. It was hard to consider myself single when I went to bed every night with Nick and woke up to him every morning. We did almost everything together, but she was right. I was technically single, and Nick had made that clear on more than one occasion. This entire situation was confusing; maybe I needed some space from Nick to think straight. I didn't want space from him, though. "You are still single, right?"
"Yes, of course."
"Just curious," Hannah replied. "Wasn't sure if there was more going on between you and Mr. Pearson."
"And I was just curious if something was going on between you and Liam." I gave her a deceitful smirk.
"No," she said too quickly. "Why would you think that?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's nothing to tell." And that was the end of the conversation.
Hannah and I spent the next couple of hours going through everything in the store before she finally settled on an outfit for both of us.
By the time we made it home, the sun was beginning to set, and the house was packed with people decorating, designing, cooking, and cleaning. Nick met me at the front door to let me know he'd be busy most of the evening, so I settled on a hot bath, ice cream in bed, and sleep.