12. Penelope
12
PENELOPE
I wake up wrapped in blankets on the couch. I don’t remember falling asleep. I stretch my legs, and a burning sensation flits across my ass.
Oh, that’s right, Nick spanked me so hard until I was begging him to fuck me earlier. The last thing I remember is cuddling in his arms. I must have fallen asleep. The lack of sleep last night is taking its toll on me. We were up until at least four in the morning. Having the best sex of my life.
If there is one thing I didn’t know about Nick Snow before, it’s that he can fuck like a rock star.
I roll over and wince at the pain in my ass but try to ignore it has much as possible as I sit up. Nick’s book is on the coffee table, so he must have been here for a while with me. I don’t even know what time it is.
I start to go looking for my phone when I hear the sound of the front door downstairs open and close. Nick must have been outside plowing like he said he was going to do.
I wait for him at the top of the stairs, watching as he strips off his snow boots and snow pants. My jaw nearly drops as I take him in, as he starts taking off the thermal shirt he was wearing under his jacket. My mind still cannot wrap the fact around the idea that this Adonis of a man stripping before me at the bottom of the stairs is mine.
At least for now he’s mine. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll get to call him that, so for now I am going to relish in it.
He must sense me hovering at the top of the stairs because he stops what he is doing and looks up at me.
“You enjoying this?”
I nod aggressively.
He smirks at me and then slowly strips off his sweats until he is standing in just a pair of black boxer briefs. I chew on my lip and wish I was chewing on his. He is literally the perfect specimen of a man.
“I can smell your wet cunt from here,” he growls.
My cheeks flush at his words. I never thought he would be the type to dominate and take control, to talk dirty and possess a woman. But he is all that and more.
“Well maybe you should come here and find out if that’s true or not.”
“You’re insatiable, woman.”
“You made me this way.”
A sense of pride takes over him. “Good. I’m the only one who should ever make you feel this way.”
The word mine flits through my brain again. I wonder if he feels that too. This incessant need to call me his.
My legs are trembling as he climbs the staircase. Unsure of which version of him I am going to get right now. The hand necklace version or the spanking version. I’ll take either. I don’t really care. I just know that I want the man so badly right now. He’s right. I am insatiable, but I did mean it when I said he made me this way. It took so little time too. I was never like this with Derrick. Sex was never something that I felt I needed. But with Nick, I crave it. I crave him. Like he is the blood that flows through my veins.
He gets to the top of the stairs, standing on the last step so we are a little closer in height. I hold my breath, waiting for him to touch me.
“You make a terrible wall.”
I shrug.
“Are you going to move?”
I shake my head.
“You think I am going to touch you?”
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Why do you deserve it?”
Oh god. Is this a new version of him? “Because I’ve been a good girl.”
He grins at me. “Have you?”
I nod incessantly.
“Hmm. I don’t think so since you’re just standing there.”
I don’t know what he means or what he wants. But whatever sexual energy he has instilled in me makes me drop to my knees so fast.
I grab his hips and pull down his boxer briefs, his massive cock freeing itself from the confines. He is hard as steel.
I wrap my hands around him and slowly lick the tip of his cock.
His hands are in my hair instantly. “Fuck, baby. You know just how to please me.”
I moan as I suck him into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can without gagging. His hands grip my hair hard, and I yelp around his dick.
“You’re going to have to give me more than that,” he growls.
I suck him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I manage to keep myself from gagging as I hollow out my cheeks. I pull back then suck him back down again.
“That’s right, baby. Suck my dick like the good girl you are.”
His praise sends warmth to my core, and I feel wetness leaking down my leg underneath his sweats that I’m wearing. I don’t even know why I’m wearing clothes. He tends to take them off me every few hours.
I suck him back down, further this time causing me to gag, and his body goes stiff.
“Fuck.”
I smile around his cock knowing that I’m working him up as much as he works me up. But suddenly his hands tighten in my hair, and he takes control. Pushing my head further down his cock as he starts to thrust his hips. I let go of his dick, my hands getting in the way. I grip his thighs for purchase as he pounds into my throat. I don’t even try to stop him. Even the sounds of me gagging won’t make him stop. I breathe through my nose as he has his way with me.
“Goddamn it,” he screams as he bursts in the back of my throat.
I don’t even hesitate as I swallow all of him down. Every last drop.
Seconds later he is picking me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as he walks us backward into the wall.
“So good, baby girl. You were so good.”
He finds a way to pull my sweats down just enough so he has access to my pussy. His thick fingers sliding into me easily.
“So wet. I knew you were just sitting up here waiting for me. Your hungry little cunt needs me to fill you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I moan as he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting that delicious spot that makes my toes curl.
He wastes no time lining up his dick with my core, surprised he’s ready to go again so quickly. The second he pulls his fingers out of me, his dick is slamming into me. I groan at the quick intrusion and the pleasure it sends spiraling through me. I hold on to Nick’s shoulders as he pounds into me, my head slamming against the wall with every thrust.
“You feel so good, Penny. I don’t know how I am ever going to get enough of you.”
I can’t even get any words out as he begins to pull an orgasm out of me. It hits me so hard and quick I didn’t even realize it was there.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come all over my cock.”
My pussy tightens around his dick at those words, and he groans, his head falling into the crevice of my neck. His mouth latches on to me, kissing and sucking as he works to find his own release.
He thrusts into me over and over until he bites down on my neck, and I feel him explode inside of me.
He carries me into the bedroom, his cock still inside of me. He sits down on the bed, my body still wrapped around his.
“Penny, I have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” I tell him.
“I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
His gaze meets mine, and a serious look falls over it. “We have to think about Wesley.”
I frown. I know we need to talk about it. I just want to put it off until the very last minute. “I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
“We have to.”
“Your dick is still inside of me.”
He laughs. “I can fix that problem.”
“I don’t know if I want you too.”
He presses his lips to mine, and I take them greedily, anything to get out of talking about my brother.
Nick pulls away. “I’m serious, Pen. We do need to talk about this.”
I groan and drop my head to his shoulder. “I know. I just don’t want this fairytale to end.”
“It has to end at some point, Pen.”
I breathe in his scent. Trying to add it to my memory, knowing that our time is limited. “I know,” I whisper.
“But I don’t want it to end either. I don’t know what it is about you.” He pauses, and my heart is fluttering with possibilities. “You just make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe never.”
I run my fingers along his abs surprised by his candor. I could barely get anything out of him two days ago, and now he is freely giving me information. “Like what?”
He rubs his thumbs in circles on my lower back under my T-shirt. “I feel safe with you, Penny. I feel content. Happy. At peace. So many things. So many things I’ve been looking for in my life and have never found. And you just crash your car into a snowbank and my life, and suddenly everything just seems to make sense.”
My heart clenches in my chest. “So, you want to try this out?” I’m on edge waiting for an answer because I hope more than anything he says yes.
“I do. I really, truly do.”
I sit up, his dick twitching inside of me as I move and bring my lips to his. I want this man so much. I never thought I would even be sitting with him here in this position with this option. Ten-year-old me’s jaw is on the floor right now.
He kisses me back with such fervor. I get lost in the feeling, lost in him.
When he pulls away, I know we really need to talk about Wesley.
“So, your brother?”
“We just need a plan.”
“I’m guessing he’ll be home soon. Christmas is only five days away.”
I nod. “He is supposed to be coming home in two days.”
“I want to see you, Pen. I do. I want to be able to spend the holidays with you, but I don’t think this is the best time to tell your brother. I think we should wait. See how things unfold with us. This is just so new, and I don’t…not that I don’t believe that what we have is special. I just don’t…”
“I get it. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, you may hate me in a week.”
He snorts. “Doubtful.”
“I could make you play truth or dare again.”
“Not happening.”
“Spin the bottle?”
“You can’t play that with two people.”
“Seven minutes in heaven?”
He grabs my hips and flips me onto my back. “Mmm, now that sounds like a game I would very much like to play.”
After dinner, we are back on the couch. I talked to Dad earlier, and he said the roads were clear by the house, but Nick walked out to the end of the driveway earlier and noticed the county had yet to plow his road. Not that I’m complaining. I did want one more day with him.
Now Nick is trying to read, and I’m scrolling through Netflix trying to find a movie. But everything looks like it sucks.
I turn toward him. “Why were you wearing that Santa suit?”
Nick sets his book down in his lap. “I volunteer at the hospital a few times around Christmas, dressing as Santa and delivering gifts to the pediatric cancer wing.”
My panties get wet just thinking of him being the kind of man who would dress as Santa to make kids happy. “My childhood would have been completely different if I knew Santa looked like you underneath that suit.”
He throws his head back in laughter. “Yeah, well the kids don’t get to see all this.”
“They would be traumatized by the real Santa if they got to see you in the flesh. I one hundred percent would take abs and a massive cock over a round belly and rosy cheeks any day.”
He grabs my foot and tickles the bottom of it. I try to kick him away but have no luck.
“Those kids are never seeing my abs much less my cock. But I’m glad you think it’s massive.”
“That’s what you got out of that?”
He shrugs, resting his hand on my calf. “You know a guy is always only going to hear about his cock when it’s referred to as massive.”
“And here I thought you were a mature adult.”
He smiles at me. “Most of the time.”
I shake my head at him and turn back to the TV. “We still haven’t really talked about Wes.”
“We aren’t telling him about us anytime soon.”
“Not about that,” I tell him as I turn back to look at him.
“About what then?”
“You know, Wes wouldn’t be mad at you if he found out why you broke your promise to him.”
His hand freezes on my calf. “I know.”
“Then why not tell him you’re here.”
“At this point, it would be even worse. I’ve been here over two years and haven’t told him shit. He would probably hate me more.”
I contemplate that. I can understand my brother being mad he didn’t know Nick was here, but I don’t think he would hate him. Wes always talks about how he wished he could see Nick more and that he should make his way to New York City. He thought he was a bad friend too for not connecting with him as often as he felt he should have.
“I don’t think he will hate you. He may be mad, sure. But hate, I doubt that.” I don’t tell him what Wes has told me. I think they need to talk about that on their own.
Nick rubs the back of his neck. “It’s just hard.”
“I didn’t say it would be easy.”
He stares at me for a few moments then something in his face changes. “You’re right. I should reach out.”
“Maybe just wait until after Christmas.”
“Why? Would it be too hard to see me around your brother and not get that longing look of lust in your eyes around me?” he asks with a smirk.
I lean over and punch him in the arm, but when I go to move back to my side of the couch, Nick stops me and kisses me in a way that makes me feel like I just found my soulmate.