Chapter 4 #2
With his other hand, he traces my jawline, kissing my lips before saying, "I'll ask you that question now."
"Okay…"
He reaches into the half-open drawer of my beside table and pulls out my vibrating wand.
Shit.
"I want to use this on you."
"Is that the question?"
"Yes."
He pulls my tank top down until my tits spill over the top while holding down the power button on the wand, looking down at me with hungry eyes while it buzzes to life.
Then, he runs it down my chest and over my nipples before descending past my stomach, stopping with the wand right at the apex of my thighs.
Even here, I can feel the vibrations against my overstimulated clit.
"Okay…"
He moves the bulb down to my pussy, and I gasp. "Ah, fuck!"
"You can squirm all you want, but you need to open your legs, baby," Nolan says before pressing his lips to mine. "Do you need me to open them for you?"
I force my thighs apart, but when the wand slips through my wetness and rubs against my clit, I whimper and slowly squeeze them closed again.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Nolan asks against my neck.
"It feels really good," I tell him. "I just—"
"You just need my help keeping those pretty thighs open wide?"
"Uh-huh."
He grabs my thigh, pulling it over his body and holding me open. Soft, desperate moans escape my lips as he massages my clit in small, quick circles with the wand.
"There you go," he says. "That's a good girl. Keep your legs spread and let me take care of your sweet pussy."
"Nolan…" I whimper. "Fuck…"
I'm going to come already. I'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel like my brain was melting out of my ears.
"Nolan…"
He increases the pressure against my clit. "It's okay, baby. Go ahead and come for me."
"Ahhh!" My heels dig into the mattress, and I writhe against the wand as waves of pleasure roll through me. It feels so fucking good…until it's too much, and I push his hand away, breath heaving, the aftershocks still hitting me right at my center.
But he hits the button again—not turning the wand off, but turning it to a higher setting. I cry out when he runs it over my clit, stopping and resting it against my opening.
"Fuck, Saige…" he says, his deep voice strained. "Wrap your hand around my dick. Feel how fucking hard you make me."
I reach inside his waistband and wrap my hand around his thick, rock-hard shaft, feeling it twitch before I begin pumping it. Nolan groans, thrusting into my fist.
I try to find a rhythm, but I'm too distracted by the wand, and I'm clenching around it again.
"Legs open, Saige."
"Nolan, fuck me…"
"I'll fuck you, baby. Don't worry. You keep being a good girl, and I'll give you my dick."
I force my thighs wider, and when the wand circles my clit again, I scream.
"Fuck! Oh, my god…"
"Jesus, you look so fucking hot like this," Nolan rasps, still thrusting into my fist as I squirm against the wand. "Next time, I want you in handcuffs. Maybe I'll tie your legs to the bedframe, too, since you seem to have such a hard time keeping them open wide for me."
"I can't…I can't…"
I can't take it. That's what I'm trying to say, but my clit throbs as another orgasm rolls through me, this one almost painful. I scream, my hips lifting off the bed. "Oh, fuck!"
Nolan places his free hand on my stomach, forcing me back down onto the mattress. "That's it, baby. Just lie down; you can take it."
I clench my jaw while my legs shake, wriggling against his hold, but it only makes my clit pulse harder, the aftershocks more intense. "Nolan, I can't!"
"Yes, you can, baby. Just ride it out…that's my good girl."
I whimper and squirm for a couple of minutes longer until, finally, my body stills. When he takes the wand away from my body and powers it off, I exhale in relief.
Thank fuck…
I stare up at the ceiling, catching my breath while Nolan moves between my thighs. Sweat drips from his brow as he pumps his dick over me, cum leaking from the tip.
"Jesus, look at the mess you made on your new sheets," he groans. "There's a puddle under your pussy, baby."
I gasp as his thick head rolls over my clit before pushing into me. "Oh, god, yes…"
"Fuuuuck, I missed this," Nolan grits as he finds his rhythm. "You feel so good, baby. So." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Tight."
"I missed it, too," I moan. "Harder…please. Fuck me harder." He gives me what I want, and the next time his hips slam into me, my head hits the headboard. "Oh!"
I missed the pain. I don't want him to go easy on me.
"You okay?"
"Yes," I whimper. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop."
Nolan gives me what I want, fucking me hard and slow at the same time, the headboard banging in a steady rhythm against the wall, in sync with my cries.
I lift my hips, pushing onto my heels and meeting him thrust for thrust, gripping his hoodie in both of my fists and using it to pull him into me, watching his thick, soaked dick slide in and out of me.
"Nolan…"
Even though my brain is mush and my pussy overstimulated and swollen, his dick hits me just right, and another small orgasm takes me. I cry out as my pussy squeezes around his shaft, my body shaking while he fucks me into the headboard.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," he groans. "Fuck, Saige…"
Two more deep, hard thrusts, and Nolan stills, digging his hands into my hips to pull me closer, his cock jumping inside me when he fills me with cum. Once he's spent, he slowly pulls his wet cock from my overstimulated pussy, and I squirm again.
Nolan moves his sweats back into place and lies on the bed beside me. "Missed you, baby."
"You have no fucking idea how much I missed you."
"I might have an idea," Nolan says as his fingers trace circles against my stomach. "Are you hungry? I can order something for you."
"No, I ate in the car."
"That was hours ago."
"I'm fine; I don't need to eat." But…I turn to him, narrowing my eyes. "Did Dax tell you to do this?"
"No…" he says. "Well, yes. But you do need to eat."
"I am eating. I just don't have my appetite back yet." I pull my tank back into place and roll onto my side, running my fingers through his hair, now damp with sweat.
His eyebrows draw together, and he reaches for the string around my neck. "What's this? Is it your tooth?"
"Yeah. I just didn't want to leave it at home, you know? It's my tooth. And I thought I might need the reminder."
"Reminder of what?"
"Of what happens when you let your guard down."
"Saige—"
"There's something else I need to show you," I say, changing the subject. "I'm not happy about it, but I just don't want you to find it by mistake and freak out. I'd like to control the narrative."
"Baby, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I have a bald spot." I turn, pulling my hair away from the scar on the back of my head. "This is where he hit me. It was pretty bad, and—"
"You think that's going to freak me out? I don't care about this, Saige. It still looks bruised, though. Are you okay? Does it hurt…did I hurt you?"
"No. I'm fine—seriously. I told you I'm feeling a lot better; I just get really tired. Sometimes, the lights give me headaches."
"Mmm, okay. I'll turn this off, then." Nolan crosses the room and flips the switch.
"Thank you."
"Of course, baby." He covers me with the blankets before lying on top of them beside me. "Are you good? Do you need anything?"
I don't mean to, but I think of Dax again. I think about how safe I felt sleeping between them; how he'd wrap his arms around me and say, See how well we fit?
And I did see it. Because I only saw what I wanted to see.
"No," I tell him. "I don't need anything else. I just need you."
"Well, do you want to watch something?"
I shake my head. "I'm tired. You can turn the TV on if you want, though. I've been sleeping with it a lot lately. The background noise helps drown everything else out."
"Do you want the TV on?"
"Yeah…I kind of do."
"All right," he says before kissing my forehead. "I want to go to breakfast with you tomorrow, though. I want to make sure you get some food."
"Okay."
"You can go to sleep, baby. You're safe."
I turn toward the wall, curling into myself under the blankets at Nolan's side while he searches Netflix.
And I feel safe. I do. I just don't know how long that feeling will last.
Not long, the voice in my head says. Never let your guard down.
But my eyes grow heavy; like I said, I've been so tired, and just like last night when I knew Elias was just down the hall, I'm not afraid to close them.
I reach for the molar tied around my neck and run my fingers over it until I fall asleep.
I wake when I hear people shuffling around me—closing their laptops, packing their bags, and moving down the aisles. I panic for a moment before remembering where I am.
I'm in history class. And I'm one of the few students left in the lecture hall. I look up at my screen—at the entire two sentences I added to my notes.
Shit. I must have slept through the entire thing.
I avoid eye contact with the professor while packing my things, and then haul ass through the rain to the other side of campus for psychology.
Once inside, I set my bag down, stomp my boots on the rug, and then remove my jacket, shaking it out, too. But I feel eyes on me—a familiar set of eyes.
Elias waits by the door. I'm not surprised, but I am disappointed.
"Took you long enough," he says.
I ignore him and walk into the classroom.
"So, back to the silent treatment, huh? I thought we were past that."
Still, I say nothing. I move to a row closer to the front than he likes and sit in an empty seat between two other students. He follows me, anyway, stopping to lean over the desk of the guy sitting to my right.
"Excuse me," he says. "Do you mind trading me seats? It's a matter of public safety."
My lip turns up. "What are you—"
"Oh, no way!" the kid next to me says. "It's West Pine Batman!"
West Pine what now?
"In the flesh." Elias shrugs before flashing me a smile, and I scowl, crossing my arms in front of me.