Chapter 8
Nash
Play it cool. Play it cool. The words keep repeating in my head. Ellie, the dark-headed one, is grinding her ass on me like she’s a walking succubus. The friend—I can’t remember her name—is bent over in front of her, shaking her ass while also dancing in front of a murderous-looking man. The man I’m making eye contact with, and he’s looking at me like I’m the one that’s next on his list. It’s taking everything in me not to get rocked up in the middle of this dance floor because I have a feeling that might push him over the edge.
1Shit, I’ve taken one too many tequila shots.
I’m barely twenty-one. I didn’t even get to celebrate my twenty-first birthday. It was smack dab in the middle of my last football season. So getting the VIP ticket to come to an opening event at Club Onyx, who would say no to that? Being the number one draft pick has its perks. This is one of them right here.
Ellie is drop-dead gorgeous and not like other girls who are usually throwing themselves at me. I had to chase her down earlier when she left the VIP tables. She can carry on a conversation, is funny as hell, knows sports like the back of her hand, and her body is something to dream about—wet dream about.
She’s scream-talking to her friend about something while I’m admiring her fucking ass cheeks that are perfectly encasing my half-hard cock. Her hair is so fucking cool too. It’s jet black all over aside from the front left piece framing her face. This little black dress is molded to her curves. Running my hand up and down her arm, over the black and gray skull and floral tattoos covering it, I want to see all of them and how many more litter her body. I can’t take my eyes off of her.
She turns around to face me, takes my face in her hands, and starts kissing me like it’s the last thing she’s going to do.
Kissing down my neck and back up, right below my ear, she asks, “Want to go back to my place?”
“U-uhh, yeah.” I stutter over my words. She’s so forward and if it’s not a turn-on, I don’t know what is.
She starts dragging me towards the door, leaving her friend with Mr. Murderous on the dance floor. I should be worried and make sure her friend gets home okay, but the only thing I can focus on is this beautiful creature that will have me willing on my knees.
I swing the door open for her and we jump into a ride share. I’m guessing she ordered this? How long was she planning to leave before she asked me?
I go to buckle up, but she has other plans. Leaning up against my side, I turn to face her, and she latches back onto my mouth, pressing her tongue to the seal of my lips. Letting her in, I’m not even fighting for dominance. We both know who’s in charge here. She grabs my right hand, putting it on her chest, before bringing my left hand up to her other breast and begins massaging her hand over mine to show me what she likes. Goddamn, her tits are perfect. Just over a handful, and of course, no bra.
We’re making out like teenagers in this poor driver’s back seat, but I can’t find it in me to care. Before I know it, we’re pulling up outside of an apartment building. It’s one of those standalone buildings that maybe has four or five units in it.
She gets out first, the bottom of her ass cheeks are hanging out of her dress, and I give her a whistle. The look she gives me over her shoulder has my cock growing at lightning speed. I jog up to her and place my hand on her lower back, waiting for her to tap in the code for her door. I hope she doesn’t let other random men see her put the code in like this.
She looks over at me, saying, “You good, Big Boy?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You look scared for your life.” Her sarcastic tone matches my rhetorical question.
??I scowl at her. Then she steps inside her apartment, pulls her dress up over her head, and throws it off into the living room before I even get the door shut.
Oh, fuck.
These Vegas girls are a different breed.
I’ve been half-chubbed since the club with her shaking her ass and grinding all over me. Now all the blood is one hundred percent rushing to my cock. She’s in those fucking fish nets, boots, and that leather choker with her tits proudly out on display, and I’m just standing here gawking at her. Drool is probably running down my goddamn chin.
“Fuccckkk,” I mumble under my breath, slamming the door behind me so no one else can see what I get the privilege to witness.
“You like what you see, Big Boy,” she confidentially purrs out with a smirk on her lips.
2I just nod like a fucking bobblehead.
Kicking her boots off, I follow her lead, kicking my loafers off. She turns around and starts to walk out of the entryway toward what I’m guessing is her room. I get to the doorway but stop in my tracks. She’s sprawled out on her bed, legs spread apart, rubbing her pussy over her fishnets. No fucking underwear under those things, either. Her bare cunt was hiding right there in that skimpy dress all goddamn night.
I have to bite my fist to suppress a literal moan.
Hopefully these aren’t a special pair to her. I walk up, grab each side right beside her hand, and rip. The sound of thread tearing apart is all I hear before her gasp. She’s looking at me like she wants to eat me alive.
“Mmm, that was hot. Are you going to fuck me with my fish nets on?”
“I’m going to feast on this pretty pussy first,” I say with a wink. “But yes, with your fishnets on.”
She’s eyeing me up and down and raises up to her elbows.
“I’m on full display. Give me some skin; you’re killing me here,” she says, sticking her bottom lip out.
Slowly, so slowly, I start to undo each button on my white shirt, putting on a show like I do when I’m playing on the field. I have the sleeves rolled up around my forearms. I get to the bottom button and shrug out of it. Then I go for my belt. She’s still watching me, following every move of mine, but now she’s moved her hand back and has two fingers pressed to her clit. She’s shameless.
Unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off, I set all of it on the back of the computer chair that she has in the corner, leaving me in just my black boxer briefs.
Climbing onto the bed to kneel between her spread legs, she grabs the back of my neck, pulling me back into a searing kiss. Sliding my hands up and down her body, appreciating every dip, roll, and curve, I land on her rosy nipples and giving each one a little pinch.
I swallow the gasp she lets out. I move to kiss down her jaw, right below her ear, and down her neck, stopping to pay special attention to those pebbled buds.
“You feel so fucking good,” she breathlessly pants out.
As I’m licking down her stomach, she pants out, “That’s not where I need that tongue.” She’s chasing my mouth with her lower body.
“Patience, Mi Amor.” I set a kiss on each of her hip bones.
Pulling back, I really take her in. “You’re pretty here.”
I run my thumb down, starting at her clit with a quick tease, then running it down and dipping into her wet heat. She’s looking down at me, making eye contact with those blue orbs, staring right into my soul. I lower my face down, still holding eye contact, lapping her up from ass to clit, and back down.
It earns me another moan from those lips.
“You taste like sin, Mi Amor.”
I spit on my fingers to make sure they’re nice and wet, and I swear that has her opening her legs even wider. I’m guessing she likes the spit? Rubbing her clit a couple more times, I move to sink the two wet digits into her, lapping at her clit, and humming along. She’s already arching her back off the bed.
“Needy thing,” I whisper.
I curl my fingers up, finding her G-spot with ease, holding steady pressure while rubbing back and forth. Reaching up, I palm one of her perfect breasts. Fuck, she’s too perfect. Here I am, shamelessly rubbing my cock on the bed to get some kind of relief. Getting to watch her come undone might be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in my whole life. I suck her clit hard into my mouth, then angle my head to the side slightly and bite down.
“FUCKKK… Naashh, I’m coming!” Her head’s thrown back in a scream.
Clamping my head with her thighs like that’s going to get me to let up, I keep slashing at her clit, adding another finger to her wet heat, pumping in and out now.
Pulling my face away but placing my thumb on her now swollen clit, and pressure on that spot inside, I say, “You’re so pretty when you fall apart, Mi Amor. I need to see it again. Give me one more, at least.”
“I didn’t see this coming, Big Boy.”
I’m pumping in and out lazily and running my thumb gently back and forth. I know she’s still sensitive.
“You didn’t see what coming?”
“You caring about me finishing,” she says with a shrug. “Or knowing how to make me cum. I think I might’ve found myself a pleasure Dom.”
What selfish fucks has she been entertaining that don’t care about her coming? That’s one thing I take pride in. If we fuck, or are even thinking about having sex, they’re getting at least two orgasms before I even try sticking my cock into anything.
1.Slow Down- Chase Atlantic
2.Devil in a Dress - Teddy Swims