16. Never Want To Turn Back
Never Want To Turn Back
Missy
It takes him a moment, just a breath really, to assess how to proceed before he smirks and then lowers to his knees in front of me.
‘You want me on my knees, Missy. Here I am.’
He holds his hands out to the sides as I gaze down at him, my arousal already soaking into the cotton of my boxers. It’s like a curtain came down or lifted, and he’s suddenly a different man — one who looks at me like he wants to devour me, so I’m going to let him do just that.
‘Closer.’ I breathe the word, and he moves forward on his knees.
‘You have me where you want me — what now?’
Say it, Missy. You can say it. You’re in control.
‘Make me come, Nick.’
He releases a low groan that threatens to buckle my knees as he moves even closer and reaches his hands up under my shirt to the waistband of my boxers.
‘Tell me these never belonged to a man.’ He smirks up at me, and I arch an eyebrow.
‘You’re doing a lot of talking for a man who has work to do.’
With a laugh, he pulls my boxers down my legs and taps my ankles for me to step out of them, then kisses his way up my thigh, making me suck in a breath.
He pushes forward, inhaling deeply. ‘ Fuck , you smell good.’
I lean my head back against the wall, trembling with nerves and anticipation until he runs his thumbs up, opening me up for him and spreading my wetness. I gasp as he runs the tip of his tongue along the crease of my leg, then lifts it up onto his shoulder and lowers his head, wasting no time running the flat of his tongue over my wet pussy. I moan loudly at the contact.
‘ Mmm .’ He groans against me as he eats me like his survival depends on it, and my knees start to buckle. Nick presses his body against my legs and pins my hips to the wall with one of his large hands.
I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never held any control when it comes to sex. I’ve never had a man eat my pussy like it’s his death row last meal — my heart races at the reality. Nick is on his knees, for me, because I told him to be.
Dammit. Focus, Miss.
He kisses and sucks gently on the hood of my clit, and my whole body trembles with a desire I’ve never felt. Without meaning to, I bring a hand to his head, pushing my fingers into his silky dark hair as I shamelessly press down, riding his tongue, desperate for the release I feel building quickly.
‘ Nick, fuck ,’ I pant, knowing I’m going to come and could quite possibly smother him with the grip on the back of his head that I seem incapable of releasing, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow.
I hold his gaze as he works my clit with his tongue and pushes two thick fingers into me, and I can’t hold on. The intensity of his stare, the sensation of his fingers working me inside and his tongue working me outside, sends me spiraling.
‘ Don't stop ,’ I gasp breathlessly. ‘Oh, god , don’t…’
My back arches away from the wall, pushing me further onto his mouth, and I’m vaguely aware of him holding me up as pleasure like I’ve never known hits me in waves that roll me and refuse to let me up for air.
My heart races as my chest rises and falls, and my eyes refuse to open. When they do, I find him standing in front of me, and his hungry stare holds me captive before I fully come back to my senses and push away from the wall.
‘Goodnight, Nick.’
Inside my apartment I lean against door and bring my hand to my chest, and as I hear him laugh before his door closes, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
This could be fun.
Nick
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I huff out a shocked laugh as I stand in the hallway, staring at her door. Did that just happen?
If it wasn’t for the discarded boxer shorts on the floor, I’d find it hard to believe. Bending down, I pick them up and laugh again as I look at them in my hand. Of course, she wears boxers. Missy does everything her own way.
I turn and head into my apartment and straight for my bedroom. My dick is painfully hard, and with the taste of her on my tongue, the only way this situation is settling down is with a palmful of lube and my back against the mattress.
Dropping my jacket, I pull off my top as I kick off my sneakers and drop my pants and underwear. She had me on my fuckin’ knees for her, and I loved every second of it.
Laying back on the bed with her boxer shorts still in my hand, I grip my cock, and give in to the memory of her scent, her taste, and her beautiful brown eyes gazing down at me as she gripped my hair. I fist my cock, faster, harder, and more turned on than I think I’ve ever been.
‘ Fuck ,’ I hiss, the pull of pleasure causing my eyes to squeeze shut and my jaw to clench.
I exhale loudly, groaning as I pump harder, faster, and finally, I come with her boxers gripped around the end of my cock and her name on my lips.
We’ve crossed a line now, and I never want to turn back.
I slept like a dog in the sun last night and woke before my alarm. Pulling on my sweatpants and a hoodie, I grab my water, connect my headphones, and slip my feet into my sneakers. I need this run, but for the first time in years, I don’t feel like I’m heading out to try and release tension. I feel light on my feet and have a spring in my step. I don’t know what last night with Missy meant. I don’t know what happens next, but just for now, I’m in this little bubble of remembering her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, and her grip on my hair.
I run along Main Street and past the diner. It’s still too early for anyone to be up and still dark enough that the streetlights are reflecting off the wet pavement. Apparently, it rained last night, a lot, if the puddles are anything to go by. I didn’t hear a damn drop.
I turn and run past the bar and make my way toward the back road that leads down to the lake. The ground is a little uneven, and I revel in the challenge as I dodge water-filled potholes and rogue tree roots. She had me on my knees.
Making my way along the gravel trail that circles the lake, I notice the first strokes of the sunrise starting to paint the sky and the surface of the water.
You want me, you show me some damn respect. Her words run through me, lifting the corners of my mouth. You earn it. Goddamit, this woman. I’m going to earn it. If it’s the last fuckin’ thing I do, I’m going to earn another chance to be that close to her.
I continue to run, a grin on my face and a determination I haven’t felt in years. I’m doing this. I’m getting the girl.
Back in my apartment, I shower quickly and grab my keys, my wallet, and my phone, then head out. I need to get a few things out of town before I can start to earn it the way she told me to.
As I pull out of my parking space, I notice the beautiful brown waves spilling over her red coat as she walks, Jonah’s hand in hers, toward the diner, and I nod; yep, I’m getting that girl.