Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Nick
Avery’s breasts were perfect. Soft to the touch, wonderfully heavy in his palm, and tipped with the sweetest tasting nipples he’d ever had the pleasure of devouring. He thrust against her, despite the fabric between them, enjoying the way she arched up beneath him to meet the thrust.
Fuck, he wanted to be inside her so bad.
He wanted his hands and mouth all over her.
He wanted hers all over him, but he wouldn’t ask for her mouth today, especially not before he’d had the chance to shower.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t lick her from head to toe.
Moving his mouth from one breast to the other, he pinched the nipple he’d just abandoned between his fingers, twisting it as he bit down on the new one.
“Nick!” Avery shrieked his name, her fingers tightening in his hair, sending another surge of blood straight to his groin and his throbbing cock. He’d fantasized about hearing her say his name this way, and the reality did not disappoint.
Sliding his hands down her sides to the waistband of her tiny shorts, he yanked them down. Not to be outdone, Avery started tugging at his shirt.
Deciding to oblige, he lifted himself up enough to let her tug it over his head, which meant he had the opportunity to look her over.
The tank top straps were around her upper arms, the top of it rolled under the creamy mounds of her breasts.
Both nipples were dark pink from his ministrations, shiny from being suckled, and tightened into plump points.
The blue tank top was a band across her stomach, the only thing still covering her now that he’d pulled down her shorts and panties in one fell swoop. What he saw made his brain temporarily come to a grinding halt.
She shaved.
Or something.
Instead of a carpet to match the drapes, she had hardwood floors.
To be honest, Nick had never really cared one way or another about what women did with their pubes. Whatever made them feel good made him happy, but this was his first time seeing Avery’s.
He could see everything—the swollen, pouty outer lips, the glistening pink between them, and the little nub of her clit at the top of it.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.”
“You say ‘fuck’ a lot for someone who’s not actually doing it,” she teased.
“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re going to have to wait.” Nick chuckled. “I’m starving.”
Thankfully, she was already well-positioned on the edge of the bed. Nick dropped to his knees, pushed her legs wide, and draped them over his shoulders. Hands on her hips, he yanked her pussy to his mouth and relished his first taste of ambrosia.
Avery
Nick’s mouth was wicked.
With a small cry, Avery reached down to clutch his hair as his head moved between her thighs while he feasted on her pussy. There was no other word for it. He was licking and suckling, devouring her as if she was his favorite treat.
His tongue swiped up the center, teased her clit, then darted away to explore her sensitive folds. Hard hands on her hips held her in place as she writhed against his lips.
It had been way too long since she’d had sex. Her pleasure was already climbing, the sensations careening through her and sending her soaring. Everything Nick was doing pushed her toward the edge, faster and faster, like a freight train with no brakes.
“Oh God!”
He sucked her clit into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, and did something with his lips that made them vibrate around the sensitive bud. Avery’s orgasm crashed over her, her toes literally curling as ecstasy surged along her nerves.
By the time he finally let up on the hot suction, she was panting for breath and feeling utterly wrung out.
Standing, he loomed over her, her legs dropping from his shoulders to his elbows, leaving her thighs spread wide.
She could feel the brush of cooler air over her heated flesh, and she blushed, knowing he was looking at her pussy.
When he’d stood, he must have slid his chef pants off his hips because he appeared to be totally naked now.
Bending her head, she could see the picture they made—her splayed out on the bed, him between her thighs, the thick length of his erection standing straight and hard against his body.
It was darker than the rest of his skin, the mushroom head dark pink with the blood filling it,
“Condom?” His voice was hoarse, full of arousal and need. It flashed in his eyes as his gaze moved over her naked body, drinking her in and making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable… turning her on even more. Talk about a vicious cycle.
“There’s some in the drawer.” She waved her hand at her nightstand. “But… if you don’t want to, I’m on the pill.”
His expression…
“It’s been a long time since I had sex, and I’ve been tested since then.”
“Ditto.”
It was nice to know they were in the same boat. She honestly wouldn’t have expected that of Nick. He was hot as hell and definitely a sexual man. Avery had assumed he was getting it from somewhere these past months, even if she hadn’t liked to think about it.
Letting go of her leg, he wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock, using it to aim the blunt head at her pussy. The soft mushroom tip pressed against her swollen clit, making her moan and jerk her hips upward as he pushed down, rubbing along the slick folds and wetting himself in her arousal.
When he reached her opening, he thrust forward, pushing into her, and Avery gasped.
Her hands lifted above her head, reaching for the sheets beneath them and clutching the fabric between her fingers.
Even when she wasn’t cuffed or tied, she loved having her hands above her head while a man was between her thighs.
The position never failed to make her feel both submissive and hot as hell.
The pain-pleasure of being stretched open only added to her enjoyment.
Nick pulled back and thrust forward again, his hands grasping her hips and pulling her against him as he buried himself inside her.
Moaning, Avery wrapped her legs around his hips, clenching around him as he filled her.
It felt like her nerve endings were on fire as every inch of him rubbed perfectly against her sensitized flesh.
She was exquisitely sensitive in the wake of her orgasm, and as he moved inside her, his cock sliding partially out then back into her clenching channel, her pleasure was climbing again.
When it peaked, it would be explosive.
Nick
Holy hell.
Watching Avery while he fucked her was almost as enjoyable as the feel of her silken muscles squeezing him every time he buried his cock inside her. He’d only had sex without a condom with one other woman, a previous girlfriend years ago, and he’d forgotten how damn good it felt.
He could feel every inch of the soft walls of her pussy, the slickness coating his dick, and the quivering of her muscles around him.
Avery arched, pushing her jiggling breasts toward the ceiling, her hands over her head.
Nick could almost imagine cuffs around them, like the ones he’d seen on several second-floor Marquis patrons, holding them in place there, and his cock throbbed in response.
He liked the idea of her bound and helpless in this position, her body exposed to him, unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. Guilt followed swiftly on the heels of his fantasy before being pushed out of his head when she moaned his name again.
It’ll be fine.
I’d never do anything to hurt her.
That the vow was made silently inside his head made no difference—he meant it.
His determination spurred him on.
He was going to show her how damn good it could be between them. Whatever he learned in the classes would be extra, the cherry on top of the sundae rather than the sundae itself.
“Oh, fuck… Nick… yes… harder…” Her breathy demands were pleading, spurring him on. Gripping her hips, he moved faster, harder, his own need rising as he gave in to the cravings of his body.
Hot need coursed through him, his balls tightening in anticipation, and when she screamed his name, her pussy spasming around him, he finally lost control.
“Fuck!” His guttural cry joining hers, he slammed into her, over and over, riding her through her orgasm while she writhed for him.
His knees buckled, and he fell atop her, catching himself and bracing his elbows on either side of her body, so he didn’t crush her. Avery’s arms wound around his neck, holding him close, and they panted together as her clenching muscles milked the last spurs of his pleasure.
Resting his head on her chest, Nick could hear the fluttering of her heartbeat as fingers stroked his sweat-dampened hair. His muscles felt twice as sore as they had before, and whatever energy was left had been drained.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this damn happy.
Avery
The sex was amazing. Update you tomorrow!
Quickly sending off the text while she was putting her phone on its charger, Avery turned off the sound. She didn’t know if her friends would still be up, but if they were, she doubted they would be satisfied with that bit of info. They would have to wait.
Looking dubiously at the pair of sweatpants she’d given him, Nick held them up in front of himself, then looked back at her. She giggled. The bright pink was a little lurid, but it was her largest pair, and Nick was a lot bigger than her. It was the only pair that had any hope of fitting.
“Maybe I should sleep naked.”
“Up to you. I won’t judge.” Yawning, Avery crawled onto her side of the bed, swiping the wet tendrils of hair off of her shoulder.
She was exhausted. Between the show at Marquis, Nick coming over, the sex, then the post-sex shower to clean themselves, she was going to bed a lot later than she’d planned.
Not that she was complaining. Neither were her lady parts. Every part of her hummed with satisfaction. She had no doubt tomorrow she would be sore in the best way.
She wouldn’t complain about a naked Nick Evans crawling onto her bed and pulling her into his arms. The little shriek when her wet hair touched his bare chest made her laugh.
“Holy crap, that’s cold,” he complained, even as he pulled her closer.
“You’re the one who insisted I join you in the shower,” she countered, snuggling in and rubbing her nose in his chest hair. Mmmm, he smelled good. Yeah, it was her soap, but it smelled different on him and was much better than the Febreze-kitchen combo from earlier.
“It wasn’t a complaint, just a comment.”
Avery snorted. He’d totally been complaining, but she didn’t call him on it. She was too happy… and tired.
This still had the potential to blow up in her face, but right now, everything was perfect. She was pretty sure Rae was right.
This was worth a try.