19. Nicholas
Chapter nineteen
Nicholas
“ D on’t you dare fucking stop, Amara.”
My voice is rough, my eyes narrowing at the sight of her fiery orange hair sprawled across my pillows, a white fluffy towel underneath her, and my ring glinting on her finger as she teases her sweet little clit.
Fuck. Me.
I can’t breathe, my cock painfully hard beneath my pants, straining against the fabric as it throbs at the sight of her.
I lift my gaze to hers seeing the panic coursing through her eyes as she lifts her hands from between her thick thighs, attempting to grab the towel and shield herself.
Too fucking late.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, the towel slipping away from her grasp. I watch, mesmerized, as the flush spreading across her cheeks tells me she was painfully close to coming on my bed.
She gulps, shaking her head as she tries to sit up, attempting to cover herself once again. No chance of that. I’ve already seen all of her. And fuck, I want to see more. I want to memorize every inch of her, trace every freckle, every stretch mark. I want to devour her like an art piece.
“I—”
I lean forward, my hand landing beside her thighs, my body hovering dangerously close to hers. “You came into my bedroom. You laid yourself out on my bed and started to touch your pussy.” I can hear her heartbeat in the air between us, hammering as my words work echo between us. “And now you’re going to finish what you started.”
Her breath hitches, and her fingers tremble, torn between covering herself and returning to where they were just seconds ago.
Her chest rises as she breathes hard. “I didn’t mean— I thought—”
“I know what you thought,” I say, the scent of her sweet cunt traveling to my nose, making my mouth water. I fight to keep my eyes locked on hers. “You thought I wouldn’t be home. Thought no one would find out how you like to play with your needy pussy in my bed.”
Her lips part, her breaths growing heavier.
“Tell me, Amara. Do you do this often?”
She swallows, shaking her head as she attempts to cover herself again. I tilt my head, studying her.
“Was your pretty little clit throbbing, honey? Were you burning with need, unable to take it anymore?”
She nods before biting her lip, a soft moan escaping her throat.
The sound goes straight to my cock. God , she’s breathtaking. I can’t stop myself from leaning in closer, inhaling deeply as her scent surrounds me—sweet, intoxicating, a blend of my body wash and her natural heat. I drink it all in, letting it consume me. I run my eyes down her body, savoring every inch of her soft skin, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. I want to memorize every single detail.
“I’m here now,” I say, my voice a rasp, thick with pure fucking hunger. “And I want to watch you.”
Her pupils dilate, darkening those mesmerizing green eyes. A shiver runs through her body, goosebumps rising on her flushed skin as she hesitates. I take a step back, pulling out my desk chair and sitting across from her. I haven’t felt the touch of anyone except my own hand for far too long so I can only imagine how much she needs to let go.
“Part your legs for me,” I command, my voice growing deeper as my cock hardens. “Show me that sweet cunt.”
Her breath catches in her throat, as her hands slowly drift back between her thighs. I can’t take my eyes off her fingers, the way they hover over her wetness, teasing herself so softly it’s almost unbearable.
My cock twitches in my pants as I watch her touch herself, her fingers circling her clit. My eyes lock on her ring, glistening as she moves. Each small stroke is torture, but it’s also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Fucking stay in your chair .
This isn’t about me. Not right now.
“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Show me how my fiancée touches herself when she thinks no one is around.”
Amara lets out a soft gasp at my words, her fingers trembling as they make contact with her sensitive flesh once more. I watch, transfixed, as her movements grow frantic, faster, harder, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I rasp, the words coming out rough, hoarse with need. “I want you to look at me while you do this.”
She obeys, her gaze locking with mine as her fingers pick up speed. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I feel my cock twitch in response.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire, keeping my eyes fixed on her wet cunt, glistening with her arousal. “You look so beautiful like this, spread wide open for me, drowning in pleasure.”
Her back arches slightly off the bed as she continues to pleasure herself, her free hand gripping the sheets tightly. I can see the tension building in her body, her movements becoming more frantic. Her hips start to roll, chasing the sensation of her own touch.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I urge, wanting to push her to the edge.
She bites her lower lip, hesitating for just a moment before the words tumble out. “You,” she admits, stealing the air from my lungs. She swallows as her eyes meet mine, still somehow shy and reserved, despite her being naked on my bed, touching herself. “I’m thinking about your hands on me,” she whimpers, her voice driving me to insanity. “I’m imagining it’s you touching me like this.”
A groan rumbles in my chest at her admission. My hands clench by my side, resisting the urge to replace her fingers with my own.
Not yet.
No. Fuck that. Not at fucking all.
Nothing can happen between us. She’s my assistant. I’m her boss. We’ve got a contract to fulfill and then she’ll be out of my life for good.
This is the furthest it can go. Just once. Just to blow off steam, release the tension building between us. We’ll go back to normal once this is done. But first, I want to see her come undone by her own hand.
“Keep going,” I encourage, trying to push away the desire building inside me. “Show me exactly how you like to be touched.”
Amara’s fingers move faster, her breath coming in short pants now. Her back arches off the bed and I can see the tension building in her body as her thighs begin to shake.
“Push a finger inside,” I tell her. “Fill up that needy, empty hole for me, honey. Make yourself come.”
The way her thick thighs rub together as she shifts, the soft swell of her stomach and hips drives me to the brink of insanity as she widens her legs even more and her fingers trail down, circling her pussy before she slowly slides one inside.
“Fuck,” I grunt, wanting—needing—to stroke my cock as I feel a spurt of precum in my pants. Fucking hell. This woman has me almost coming in my pants. I push my hand down on my thick erection growing in my pants as I keep my eyes on her, not wanting to miss a single moment.
Her lips part on a delicious soft moan as she thrusts her finger inside her tight, wet hole, and my tongue swipes across my lips when I finally see how pretty and pink she is.
Christ, I want to touch her. I want to drag myself out of this chair and grip her thighs in my hands, spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and bury my face between her legs until I drown in her.
I can hear how wet she is every time she pulls out her glistening finger before she thrusts it back inside her. The sounds she makes as she fucks her finger has me gripping onto the leather chair, my jaw ticking, my body hot as fuck.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt, my cock throbbing with the need to feel something . “Are you close?”
She nods frantically, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she gasps, pulling her finger out, before thrusting it back inside. Again, and again. “I’m so close. Oh god.”
Christ, I want to see it. I want to see her flushed skin and her pretty pussy tightening around her finger as she lets go and comes on my bed. “Then come for me,” I tell her, licking my lips, wishing I could taste her. “Let me see you fall apart.”
With a cry, Amara’s body tenses, her back arching off the bed as she orgasms. Her fingers work frantically against her clit as waves of pleasure crash over her. I watch in awe as she comes, her face flushed, and eyes glazed with ecstasy.
Fuck. Fuck . Fuck . My cock grows, throbbing in my pants, twitching with the need to come so fucking bad.
I shake my head, trying to keep my control as Amara’s body relaxes back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath once her orgasm subsides. I can’t take my eyes off her, drinking in every detail of her post-orgasmic glow.
She looks so beautiful, so perfect. My hands twitch, wanting to approach her, wanting to press my lips to her body, to touch her.
I clench my hands into a fist.
I fucking can’t .
Lifting myself out of my chair, I hover over her, watching her, ingraining this into my memory. I can smell her, can almost fucking taste her on my tongue, and goddamn I need to do just that before I lose my mind.
Gripping her hand—the same one that’s hovering between her legs—I lift it up, bringing her soaked middle finger to my mouth. My jaw ticks as her eyes lock on mine, questioning, wondering what I’m about to do.
The need inside me builds and fucking builds until I can’t take it anymore. Closing my mouth over her middle finger, I suck her into my mouth. My cock aches as I let out a groan, my mouth filled with her sweet, heady taste that makes me want to drop to my knees right fucking now.
God damn. This could convert a man. Could make them give their life away and live to serve her.
Amara’s soft, pretty moans drive me insane as I swirl my tongue over her finger, sucking her wetness, savoring her taste for as long as I can, because I know… I know that once this moment fades and I leave this room, none of this can happen again.
Pulling her finger out of my mouth, I lick my lips, still tasting her on them and Amara’s eyes widen, her breasts heaving as she stares at me.
“Fucking delicious.”
I drop her hand, seeing her eyes drift to my cock, which is undoubtedly hard for her, and I let my eyes roam over her again, sweat beading on her forehead, strands of dark orange hair clinging to her face. My jaw clenches, knowing I can never look at her like this again.
I avoid her gaze, turning away and walk out of my room without a word, the door clicking shut behind me. I don’t look back as I head for the elevator, pulling out my phone to call my driver.
I need to get the fuck out of here.