Chapter 20
Nikita
Oh my fucking god.
Calvin Rhodes - that pompous, infuriating, know-it-all - put his hands on me and somehow my body completely forgot whose touch it was. I folded like a damn lawn chair, to the point where my body betrayed me and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me.
But it felt so damn good.
The moment his hands touched my skin, I lit up like a freaking Christmas tree. I was already feeling the lingering arousal from when I was in control, but when it was his turn to return the favor, I didn’t expect to cave to him so easily. I had every intention of remaining immune to him, but with the way his fingers worked over me, applying just the right amount of pressure against the deeper parts beneath my skin, I melted. He knew what he was doing and my mind went wild with curiosity at what else those hands were capable of.
“Nikita, you idiot, idiot girl.” I tap my forehead, my eyes closed as I scold myself on the way up to the hotel room. By the time I enter the room and lock myself in the bathroom, my body is still feeling just as flushed as it was in that tent. I’m on fire and there is no logical explanation for why I am this turned on.
Heat pulses through my veins and as much as I try to ignore it, the pulsing ache between my legs is begging for a release. I walk over to the sink and open the tap, splashing cold water on my face, needing something to cool the heat that continues to burn inside of me. I lift my head to see my reflection, “Listen here, you weak bitch, you are not - I repeat, you are not, turned on by Calvin freaking Rhodes.”
But even as I say it, I know that isn’t true and before I know it, I’m turning the shower on and stripping out of my clothes. Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the warm water hits against my skin, sending a rush all the way to my toes.
It has been months since I felt the touch of another person on my body. Months since my body has handed itself over to someone else to take care of, bringing me to the brink of pleasure and allowing an orgasm to spill across every inch of my body.
And I desperately crave that.
I lean my head back, letting the water hit against my chest and run down my body. I take a deep breath in and do my best to focus on that, turning the water cold to snap me out of this, but the relentless pulsing between my legs will not give up.
And I cave.
My hand slides down my stomach, my fingers leading the way to the part of me that is in desperate need to be touched. A finger slides over my clit before disappearing between my folds, already causing my body to jerk at how sensitive I am.
My mind wanders off, betraying me further as I recall the way Calvin’s hands felt on my body. It wasn’t just that he knew what he was doing by applying just the right amount of pressure where necessary, it was the fact that as soon as I felt his touch against me, something dormant inside of me awoke to it.
I close my eyes, slipping a finger inside, exhaling in relief as I start to work a rhythm over myself. Since I am completely devoid of logic at this point, I allow my mind to imagine what it will be like to feel his touch against the most sensitive part of me. Although it is my own fingers pushing me further to the brink, I picture Calvin the entire time. The way it would feel to have my back up against his body, his hand moving down my torso, disappearing into me.
I use my thumb to circle my clit, sending a rush down to my toes and a moan falls from my lips as I am completely caving to the fantasy. Calvin turns me around, pressing me up against the wall as he leans into me. He forces my legs open, pressing his cock onto my clit as I moan his name. He wastes no time burying himself deep inside of me as his lips suck on my skin.
The pace of the thrusts increases inside of me, turning my rhythm feral as my orgasm builds. Swelling with pressure inside of me to the point that I have to use my other hand to lean against the wall to keep my knees from buckling beneath me. I imagine my hand getting lost in his hair, gripping at it as he presses my body against him, the heat between us molding into one.
Yes, oh - yes.
My legs squeeze together as my orgasm explodes inside of me, my eyes squeeze shut as I see stars in my vision and the feeling I have so desperately craved crawls over every inch of me.
After a moment or two of pure bliss, I return to earth, my body re-attuning to the cold water against my body, jerking me back to reality.My eyes fly open and the realization of what I just did dawns on me.
Oh, fuck.
I just came to the thought of fucking Calvin Rhodes.
And although I have given my body exactly what she wanted, there is still no shaking the lingering craving of what it would be like to really have him be the one to give me an orgasm.
Cold showers? Absolutely useless.
I can’t believe how my body is betraying me, creating a continuous ball of intrigue to settle in the deepest parts of my stomach. I can’t shake him from my mind.
Nikita, what the hell is going on with you?
Even my internal monologue is reprimanding me.
We do not like Calvin.
We do not want to fuck Calvin.
Remember what happens when he opens his mouth?I need to have one conversation with him to snap me out of this ridiculous fantasy. He will say something of disinterest to me and eyes will roll.
From fucking hi-.
NO! Not from that, but from whatever idiotic statement that is going to come out of his mouth.
My body begins to cool as I continue to tidy up my thoughts before eventually moving out of the shower and back into my bikini.
Enough about that man who shall remain nameless for the time being.
I return to logic, thankful to be back, deciding to take the rest of the day for myself. It isn’t even lunch time yet so I have time to do what I want. I will not be returning to the weird pre-wedding activities we are being subjected to. In fact, I will dodge anyone from the wedding party.
I am here to relax and take my mind off stressful situations.
You’re here to take a break, so take a damn break, Nikita.
The little voice in my head is right so I block out any new thoughts of jobs or men that I shouldn’t be thinking about, and get ready to head to the beach.