10. Penelope
10
PENELOPE
I head to the bedroom, excited when I hear Nick following me.
“Are you sleeping in here tonight?” I ask him curiously.
“Ugh, no. I just came to grab a pillow and some extra blankets for the couch.”
I turn around and see him standing in the doorway. He leans his arms on the doorframe. The urgent need to kiss him again.
“You slept here last night. You can sleep here tonight.”
“You have no idea what I wanted to do to you this morning,” he says with a sigh. I almost think he didn’t mean to say it aloud.
“What do you mean?”
He shakes his head.
“Nicky, tell me.”
“If you were anyone else…”
I feel defeated because I know exactly the reason he doesn’t want to touch me. “But I’m Wesley’s sister.”
“Precisely.”
“Well, Wesley isn’t here.” I know I’m grasping at straws here.
“Pen…”
“He doesn’t control me.” I clench my thighs as I say it because I want Nick so badly.
“He’s my best friend.”
“And you are probably the only guy he would ever approve of.”
He scoffs. “I’m the last person your brother would want you with.”
“Why? He trusts you, doesn’t he?”
He drops his head. “Yeah, he does.”
“So, what’s the problem then?”
“He knows how I am with women.”
Heat flames through my body, tingles hitting me all the way to my core. I step closer to Nick. “And how are you with women?”
“Don’t test me, Pen.”
I relive the kiss in my head. The way he controlled it, controlled me. The way he possessed me with his lips. Like I was the very air he needed to breathe. I also remember the way he gripped my hips, roughly and greedily. The way his hand wrapped around my throat, controlling the angle of our kiss.
I run a hand over his chest. “How am I testing you?”
His breathing becomes slightly erratic, and I know just being this close to him is a challenge for him to remain in control. But I want him to lose his self-control. I want him to control me.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Do I?” I ask with a hint of seduction in my voice as I trail my fingers down to the edge of his pants.
“Penelope,” he grits out as he roughly grabs my hand and removes it from his body.
“You’re no fun.” I pout and take a step back, pulling on the T-shirt that I’m wearing. “Is it hot in here?”
I swear I hear him groan like he knows what I’m about to do.
I turn away from him and pull the T-shirt over my head. I look over my shoulder and smile at him hoping to get some kind of reaction.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
One second, he is leaning against the door, and the next his mouth is on mine, possessively, just how I wanted it.
He wastes no time taking control of my body, lifting me up so I am forced to wrap my legs around his waist. I think he is about to throw me onto the bed, but instead he slams me against the wall. I yelp as my breath is forced out of me. But he doesn’t react in the way I think he would. No apologies for slamming me into a wall. Instead, he growls as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, sinking his teeth into me, he nearly draws blood. His hand gripping my hip tightens, and I am sure he will leave behind bruises. His other hand slides up my stomach, over my breasts, his fingers plucking sharply at a nipple before his hand is wrapped around my throat, and my breath becomes labored.
I think I let out a caged beast.
“Nick,” I try to gasp as he attacks my mouth, his hand tightening around my throat.
I claw my hands up to his forearm, but I barely attempt to pull him away. I don’t know if it’s from lack of oxygen or the fact I am getting wetter by the second. There is some eroticism in breath play that I never knew existed. Probably because I’ve never tried breath play before.
His mouth latches on to mine, his tongue seeking mine out in a poor game of cat and mouse. I don’t even try to stop him, stop the force of his entire being on my body. I just let him take me.
A moan slides out of my mouth between my labored breaths, and I feel him smile against my lips just as his hips thrust up into my core, letting me feel every hard inch of that dick I’ve been thinking about since yesterday afternoon.
“You like this, don’t you?” he mutters against my lips. “You like me taking control of you.”
I can’t even form a sentence as his hand loosens around my throat. I just whimper at the loss of his mouth on mine.
“I told you not to test me.”
A feral sound slips from my lips at his words as I find myself pulling him in closer to me. Wanting him to do whatever he wants to me.
His hips thrust into mine again, and I groan so loudly it echoes off the lofted ceiling.
“For someone with so many words in any other moment, she seems awfully quiet now.” His lips trail over my chin and to my ear. “Is this too much, Penny?”
He says it with such dominance I shudder. Is this really the girl I am? I never back down and been submissive yet here I am crumbling into nothing at the sound of his voice in my ear and the feel of his hands on my body.
His hand leaves my throat completely and travels back down to my breasts, his fingers pinching my hardened nipples. I feel pleasure radiating all the way into my core.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers softly, almost like an entirely different man then the one from seconds ago.
I shake my head because it’s the truth I don’t want him to stop. I want more of whatever version of Nick this is.
“Such a pretty little Penny,” he growls against my neck before latching on to my skin and sucking so hard I know he’s leaving a mark.
My hands go into his hair, pulling on the ends as I grind against him. “More. I need more.”
He pulls away from me, his chest heaving as he takes in my flushed skin and pert nipples, my breath erratic as I look at him. The pupils of his blue eyes are nearly blown, like I’m a drug that only he can get high from.
“You sure you want this?” he asks me.
I nod because I have wanted this man for years, and now I finally have him.
“This can only be tonight.”
I knew there would be a caveat, but at this point I don’t care. I’ll take just this one moment if it means that I get to feel him inside me.
“Pen, tell me you want this,” he groans.
I nod.
“I need your words, Pen.”
“Yes!” I shout. “I want this. I want you. I want everything you have to give me. Don’t hold back.”
He shakes his head. “You have no idea what you’re agreeing to.”
“I don’t care.”
His head falls back against his shoulders, and he sighs. I think he is ready to drop me and forget any of this happened. But I pull his head back to meet my gaze. “Please, Nicky.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and then his lips are on mine again as he pulls me so flush against him, I’m not sure there is any space between us.
He turns us around and drops us both onto the bed. His erection is hard against my stomach as I grip his shoulders, holding on to him for stability as he violates me with his mouth.
I thought his kiss earlier was controlling, but this is all out war. His tongue plunges deep into my mouth like he is trying to reach the back of my throat. Then he sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I nearly come.
I try to shove his sweats down, but he just shakes his head and laughs. “So greedy.”
“Please, Nick.”
“You want my cock?”
I nod my head as I suck my bottom lip into my mouth.
“Then I guess you can have it.”
I nearly sigh in relief until he is pulling me down the bed so I am half falling off it, my chest trapped between his thick thighs is the only thing keeping me from sliding to the ground.
He somehow manages to slide his sweats over his hips freeing his cock. “It’s all yours then, baby.”
I barely even have a chance to breath before he is shoving his dick down my throat.
This is definitely not the Nick I was expecting but fuck if I don’t like this version of him. I’ve never had sex like this. So demanding, so controlling. I’m almost like his own little fuck doll, and I don’t care.
I suck his dick hard, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him as deep as I can until I start to gag on his cock.
His hand grips my hair, and my eyes bug out of my head as he finds a way to slide deeper down my throat. I grip his thighs not knowing what to hold on to as I let him take over and fuck my mouth with such power, I think I may pass out again. Is this another form of breath play I am unfamiliar with?
Just when stars start to prick the outside of my eyes does he pull away from me, a trail of spit hanging from my lip as he stands at the end of the bed and slides his sweats the rest of the way off.
He stares at me with such intensity that I get lost in his eyes, and I don’t even notice him picking me up and tossing me further up the bed. It’s not until his fingers slide into me that I realize what’s happening.
I let out a groan as he slides two fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing against my oversensitive clit. I literally start to whimper with need.
“So sensitive. So wet.” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. “Fuck, I can’t wait for this wet pussy to be soaking my cock. God, you swallowed me down like a champ, I’m sure you’ll suck me in like a vise.”
His dirty words only make me wetter, I can hear my own juices flowing out of me just as an orgasm explodes causing me to shake fitfully.
“Nick,” I groan.
He smiles at me. “Such a good girl.” He leans down and runs his lips along mine. “You ready for my cock, baby girl?”
I nod wantonly. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I feel the loss immediately. I run my hands up his biceps as he lines himself up with my core.
“I’m not going to hold back.”
“You haven’t yet.”
He just smirks at me in return, and I am so unprepared for what comes next as he slams into me so hard in one hard thrust I literally lose my breath. I thought he was giving me all of him before, but this is nothing compared to the way he owned my mouth or forced me to suck his dick.
He slams into me over and over again, grunting with each thrust. His eyes look manic as I gaze into his face. Despite his crazy eyes, he looks hot as hell as he overtakes me. His hands are all over me, stretching my thighs so he can get deeper, pinching my nipples so hard I yelp.
I’ve never been fucked like this in my life, and I know for sure I never will be fucked like this again.
He pulls out of me so abruptly I immediately feel the loss but then he is flipping me over and pulling me onto my knees, pressing my chest into the bed.
“Fuck, Penny. You’re like a goddamn gold mine. You feel like you were made for me. Molded to fit my fucking cock.”
He slaps my ass so hard I scream but not as loudly as I do as when he plunges back inside of me, deeper than he was before.
I feel like I’m being ripped in two, and I’ve never felt more satiated.
Another orgasm is on the precipice, my entire body engulfed in flames as he fucks me so thoroughly.
He must feel my need to come because he leans over me and whispers into my ear. “Come for me, my sweet Penny. Come all over my cock.”
His hand wraps around my throat lifting my head up at the same time his fingers pinch my clit, and I scream so loudly from the pleasure running through me I nearly black out.
He thrusts into me two more times before growling loud enough to match my own screams as he comes inside of me.
I feel like I’ve been fucked to hell and back. I can’t even keep on my knees as I collapse face first into the blankets. Nick follows behind me, his heavy weight on top of me, but I don’t even care. Because his lips are soft and gentle as they graze my shoulder and make their way up my neck.
I feel the immediate change in him, from the monster that fucked me thoroughly to the man I’ve gotten to know so well in the last day and a half.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my ear.
I can barely get any words out. I think I just grunt.
He chuckles against my ear, sending tingles down my spine. “I told you not to test me.”
“I’m glad I did.” My words muffled from the blankets.
“Fuck, Penny. I—I just…” he trails off without finishing the sentence, but I know what he meant. Whatever just happened to us was out of this world, and God, I would do anything for it to happen again. That is once my insides stop throbbing. Or maybe that’s just his dick still pulsing inside of me.
He groans as he pushes off the bed, freeing me from the confines of his body. He slides out of me, and I groan into the bed.
He leans over and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades then flops onto the bed next to me.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, his hands brushing through my hair.
“I’ll let you know when I can move.”
He chuckles, and everything feels so different yet the same. Like this is how things are supposed to be between us.
Silence fills the space between us, but it’s not awkward. It’s comforting. I’m sure he is taking in what happened just like I am. I never thought Nick would be like that. I mean I didn’t really think anyone really acted like that in the bedroom. I thought that was only the stuff that was written in dirty books. But I guess it is real. And I am not questioning how I liked it. I won’t let myself fall down that rabbit hole and turn it into there being something wrong with me. I think he just opened me up to an entire new world of sex and pleasure. Something I would love to explore more of. Too bad it won’t be with him since he said this was just a one-night thing.
“You seem to be thinking really hard over there.”
I look up to meet Nick’s gaze. He’s staring at me intently, and I am sure was watching me like a hawk for the last ten minutes or so as we laid here in silence.
“Not that hard.”
“If you’re wondering if there is something wrong with you because you like rough sex, there isn’t.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Liar.”
“Well not really. I was trying not to think about it, but of course you brought it up, so now that is all I am going to think about.”
He chuckles and rolls to his side. His hand landing on my shoulder, slowly trailing done my arm and up again.
“You’re beautiful, Penelope. I don’t know if you’ve been told that enough.”
I feel my cheeks flush.
“Even more so when you blush. I can’t help but stare at you. When your cheeks go red, it makes it harder to see that constellation of freckles across them and I just want to lean in and get closer. Feel your breath across my lips, feel your lips on mine, your hands on my body, pulling me in.”
I gulp as my center starts to tingle, and I am suddenly ready for round two.
I don’t say anything, and he doesn’t either instead he just pulls me on top of him, his fingers grazing over my freckles I’ve always hated.
“So stunning.”
I feel his cock start to thicken against my leg.
“Fuck, I want more of you.”
I lick my lips as I stare at his, wanting more of him too. “I thought you said this could only be one night.”
His lips find mine, skimming over them briefly. “The night’s not over.”
He then flips us over so quickly I yelp just before his mouth drops onto mine.