11. He Takes My Breath Away
“I hope you don’t regret saying that.” Nick pulled out, every inch of his erection more telling than the last, leaving me feeling so open and empty as he left my body. I was so fucking wet for his size, my blush burning against his palm as he thumbed my lips, smearing its red color onto my cheek. “I want to fill every piece of you, to have every one of your little holes shaped for me. Would you like that, Elena? To be fucked everywhere all at once?” He sat up on his knees, raking my hair until fisting it tight.
“You reading my mind, Nick Stafford?” I got on all fours, propping my ass up, facing him like an obedient dog ready to bow. “You fuck me like that, and I’ll put you on the list as the best sex toy of the season.” I kissed his thigh, running my tongue up the cut of his pelvis to his shaft. He throbbed for me, his cock hiccupping as my lips brushed over him.
“I’m not reading your mind, gorgeous, I just think we’ve always been in sync, but too afraid to admit it. Hell, I like you, and I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.”
I couldn’t believe where I was and what I was doing, admiring the exhausted muscles of my building’s super—my dream guy. He was so wet and sweaty, his scent more man than clean cologne, filling my chest with an unfamiliar warmth that somehow found its way into my stomach. Butterflies erupted from every inch of my body as I leaned my head onto his torso, hearing his heart pound magnificently through his body. That pound, that erratic beat was for me—all me—and my command was just as powerful over his body as his was for mine.
“Let me suck you, babe,” I said, testing the nickname for myself, enamored by the glee on his face, and the surprise in his eyes.
“Mmmm, babe.” He gripped my hair tighter. I grunted. “Babe, babe, babe. I like how that sounds. Say it again, but louder.”
I kissed the tip of his cock, licking the surprisingly sweet cum that had already begun to bead out of him. Did he get any of it inside of me while we were fucking? A piece of him, his orgasm or the hint of it ever being in my body made me come apart. Maybe I wanted him spilled inside of me entirely, maybe I was greedy for it. Suddenly I wanted him to come so badly. “Stick that big dick in my mouth, babe , and I swear I’ll suck it fucking dry.”
“You tease,” he shuddered, exhaling loudly as I took him into my mouth. He was too big, quickly reaching the back of my throat as I clenched onto his topcoat beneath me, fighting the urge not to gag. I didn’t mind it though, and in fact I preferred it; hot tears formed at the corner of my eyes, as spit bubbled over his balls. The way his thighs tightened as I drooled over him and onto the floor was so exciting, his ass puckered in the reflection behind him, firm and round like an athlete. “Wait! Shit, not yet. I’m too close, Elena.” Nick pulled out, luring a wild string of spit from my mouth as he pinched the tip of his erection, fighting his orgasm. His balls tightened and dropped, resisting the spasm I provoked.
“Almost had you,” I gasped, wiping my mouth.
“Like I said, I don’t come till you do. I’ll do anything to get on that little list of yours. I’ll make sure you know what number one really feels like, and it won’t be from some vibrator or card game.”
I couldn’t believe how fast I got to my feet as Nick yanked me into the air, my tits pressed against the cool elevator wall. He handled my hips roughly, effortlessly, positioning me against his groin as I held onto the railing for support.
“I’m learning something new about you, Miss Elena Ortiz. I always knew you were a giver, but you’re far too giving not to be taken care of first. Can’t you see I want to spoil you? That I want to make you feel consumed in the best sense?” He smacked my ass, his question reaching the peach fuzz around my ear, sending shivers all over my body. My nipples hardened from how his cock slipped between my lips, taking advantage of how unabashedly wet I was. “You trust me?” The clink of his belt lifted from the floor. He snapped it.
I practically drooled my arousal onto the crown of his apple-hard cock, grinding back against his tip. “I do.”
“And if you want me to stop, you tell me. This is for you, this is for your mind and pussy.” Nick carefully wrapped the belt around my neck, taking special precaution to move slowly and carefully. He laced the black leather through the brass buckle, looping it loosely. “Say, ‘tighter, baby,’” he instructed, notching the belt further towards my throat.
“Tighter, baby...” I echoed. He twisted the belt around his fist, turning it into a leash. “Tighter… tighter… tighter,” I repeated, relishing in the surprising pressure it produced. “Ti—” I stopped, and he loosened it by a hair.
“Right there,” he whispered, finding the perfect spot for me to still breathe and speak, but also, for my head to feel fuzzy and light. “Has anyone taken you from behind before? This fucking peach of yours?” he asked. “God knows I fucking want it, how I’ve worshiped it anytime you’ve walked away… how I’ve stroked myself to the thought of it.”
My breath fogged the mirror in front of my face, “Did I really make you come, just because of my ass?”
“Every time I’m around you I get so turned on… I always need a cold shower afterwards, but it hardly helps, it only delays the inevitable… me beating off in the shower, sputtering my mess onto the wall, wishing it was you that I’d spill inside of instead.”
I felt something warm, something round and hard pushed between me, brushing my asshole. It was such a sensitive spot, such a unique button of pleasure that he merely pressed into, causing me to expand and accept him, to pop his perfect fucking head right into my hole.
“Nick…” I moaned with what little air I could, “Christ, that’s it. Right there!” I encouraged, backing up slowly, his cock so soaked with my own spit, that no friction or pain was hardly felt. “I can take it all. I ca—” I paused, my pussy brushing against his balls.
“Every hole, baby girl.” He kissed my neck, tightening the belt harder as he reached around, lifting me to my toes. His fingers were knuckles deep into my cunt, curling, finding the delicate mound of nerves before he pressed up on it.
“Shit, I feel so tight,” I whimpered, weak by how his hips rocked into my ass, his fingers milking my pussy wet. Nick grunted, his face twisted in pleasure, the leather strap of the belt clutched into the chomp of his pearly white teeth.
“You like it in the ass? Fucking you from behind while fingering you like my little puppet?” he gritted.
My ass bounced into him, his thrusts clapping against me with a raw, hard fuck that made me want to scream.
“Harder, Nick. Fuck me harder.” I rubbed my clit, forcing his fingers further as I began to quiver. Here I was, bent over, my lipstick smeared, and my tits pressed painfully hard against the wall, chasing an orgasm that felt too big to ever be expressed. I needed to scream, but Nick tightened the belt, stretching my ass with his fat dick as he fucked me harder than any man or toy ever had before.
“Is anyone in there?”
Fuck.
A woman’s voice echoed from the floor above as she knocked on the large steel elevator doors.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d recognize that horse Italian accent from anywhere. It was Mrs. Caporali, my neighbor, calling down to us. I wasn’t sure why she was on the sixth floor.
“I think she’s waiting for me.” Nick smiled into my cheek, kissing it. “She’s trying to set me up with one of her granddaughters tonight. I’m guessing she went to my apartment for an impromptu date.”
I tried not to laugh, fully aware of Mrs. Caporali’s reputation as a matchmaker.
“She can be pretty adamant. I don’t think she’s going to leave.”
“Well neither am I. We’re not going anywhere till you finish good and strong. It’s what you deserve.”
“But—” I hesitated, giddy. Nick massaged the back of my neck, the leather belt soft against my nape.
“Shhh… I’m your bull, baby, and I’ll fuck you as such.” Nick covered my mouth, squeezing it shut, his forearms wrapped in corded veins that muffled my groans. “But you gotta be quiet for me… I can’t have my sweet Elena getting caught taking it so roughly.”
I was so close, biting into his arm, my knees shaking as he entered my ass again, pulling out just enough to remind me how big he felt at my entrance.
“I can’t hold on,” I whined, finally losing control.
“Bite my fucking arm, baby, scream into it.” Nick protected us from being caught, allowing me to cry into his arm as he railed me against the wall. My air grew tighter and tighter, causing stars to build in my head, and my vision to go bright. I was exploding and fading all at once, disappearing into the warmest puddle of nerves that turned my face numb. And as I thought I was about to lose sight of everything, Nick stripped the belt from my neck, releasing all the blood up to my cheeks and head, then back to my clit.
“Fuck!” I thought I was peeing for a second, ignoring how Mrs. Caporali knocked above us again, asking a question I couldn’t even pay attention to. I didn’t care if she heard, or if she knew who was in here, because I was coming harder than I ever knew possible.
“Baby, I’m going to… oh, shit—” Nick exhaled loudly, his toes curling beneath me as I heard hot wet drops of cum fall out of my ass.
“Come in me, come in me,” I begged as Nick leaned onto my back, squeezing my breasts, draining everything he had into my ass, hot semen seeping over the entirety of my insides. He hugged me tighter than the belt, tighter than how his fingers felt inside me.
“Let me keep you… let me have you.” Nick panted, kissing my upper back and neck, his sweat dripping onto my shoulders. His erection fell out of me, his orgasm spilling over my thigh and onto my heels. So much of him poured out from how hard he gave it to me. “God, Elena… I’ve waited for you for so long.”
“And I’ve waited for you… ever since I first saw you. It’s been the longest year, but the best one too… at least… now it is.” I leaned the back of my head against his hard chest, savoring each kiss he gave, each needy touch he delivered, his hand clawing at my stomach for an embrace. I didn’t think he’d ever let me go, and honestly, it made me want to cry with joy.
“Whoever is in there, don’t worry! I’m getting help!” Mrs. Caporali called from above, her feet shuffling away. I tried not to laugh, unsure of how much she heard, or what would even happen if the door were to suddenly open. Nick and I were completely nude, and in no desire to hurry. I wasn't sure if either of us cared to be caught, taking our time to kiss, to face each other, to snuggle.
“I give us about twenty minutes until the fire department shows up… but I’ll have us out in no time.”
“In no time? Forget Twelve Days of Sex-Mas, I’m ready to write Twelve Reasons Nick Stafford is the Perfect Christmas Gift Ever! I’m not sure I’m ready to leave, yet.”
Nick smiled. “Well, I can’t have you sleeping on the floor here… and if you think for a second I’m letting you go home alone tonight, you’re crazy.”
“And where are you stealing me away to, Superintendent Stafford?” I joked, tracing a patch of his chest hair with the tip of my finger.
Nick thought for a second, grinning with the most handsome dimple on his cheek. “Hmm… well, if I’m stealing you, then I’m keeping you at my place.”
“You stealing me or selling me on a new apartment?”
“Convincing you…” He kissed me again, affirming my answer that was already written on my face. “One bed, one home… no leaky faucets, no more lost mail.”