I WANT YOU TO BE MINE
TALLULAH
Fuck anxiety.
Fuck worrying about the end of the summer.
Fuck worrying about anything at all. I was a college girl in a pair of ass-hugging shorts and my hook-up’s jersey, hair down, inhibitions gone.
I wanted sex and I wanted it now. We returned to the hotel room, and I sprinkled catnip on a towel to keep Rat busy before grabbing Nick’s hand, bringing him into the bedroom.
“Kiss me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his.
“Ugh, fuck…” he groaned, kissing me harder, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. “Just like that.”
My shorts were unbuttoned but not shrugged down, he kept lifting up my shirt and stopping himself to kiss me again. The kisses were unproductive. We were too distracted, with our clothes halfway on.
It was hard to think about anything while his tongue coaxed mine to let him taste me how he wanted to.
“I want you naked,” I panted, fumbling for his clothes.
He nipped my bottom lip, holding my hands to stop me. “I want you in my jersey.”
“I am in your jersey—”
“Only my jersey.”
His command was low and throaty, a requirement, not a request. Was he serious?
He was. The look in his heated gaze said he was waiting for me to follow through.
We took off our clothes, watching each other. Gazes wandering. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his six-pack and his biceps and his smirk. What a panty-dropping smirk. It made me press my thighs together. I almost tossed away his jersey too. No, he wanted it on while he fucked me.
I pulled it over my head again, fluffing my hair out.
“Perfect,” he muttered in appreciation, directing me to turn around, to show off for him.
He squeezed my ass, sliding his hands up to cup my breasts, pulling me to him. He pressed my back to his chest, against his cock, stiff and curved. Pulsing for me. My breaths were hard and fast. I was twitchy, restless while his cock throbbed.
“The jersey’s perfect,” he whispered. “When you get on your knees, I’ll see my last name on your back.”
Shivers raced through me. A delirious, dazed smile curved my lips when he cupped my jaw, directing my attention to the bed.
“Do you see those, sweetheart?”
“The handcuffs?”
“Yeah. I’m going to fuck you until your wrists are sore.”
Pleasure coursed through me, and we weren’t even at the bondage portion of the night. I loved how dominant Nick could be during penetration, I couldn’t wait to see that in action with a blowjob.
I put a hand to his chest and nudged him to the bed, letting his legs thump against the mattress. With a final push, I made him sit.
His cock was thick and long. Moisture beaded at the top, the head shiny with precum. What did he taste like? I had to find out. I slid to my knees, placing my hands on his thighs to steady myself. I wanted the perfect position, because I wanted to suck this man off until my knees ached.
Slowly, I trailed my tongue up his shaft, Nick hissed between clenched teeth.
“Good girl,” he choked out.
Nick tasted salty and delicious. His cock flexed in my mouth, pulsing with need. Gazing up at him, I relaxed my throat until I could push past the initial resistance. I wanted to give him more of me.
Every inch to show him how much I enjoyed him.
Nick shuddered, his breaths shaky. His hands went to me, and then they didn’t. He’d touch me, then stop himself, like he wasn’t sure what to do. His words were mumbled praises, groaning in contentment…
The BDSM quiz came back to me, the succubus title I’d refused. Suddenly, I understood what it meant. Having a man who wanted sweet sex was nice. It was fun. But bringing a man down to the depths of where I wanted us to go was even sweeter. I didn’t want Nick to be soft and gentle for me.
I wanted us to fuck each other up together.
I drew back, spit trickling down my lips. “You’re holding back.”
“What?” he rasped.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me.”
Nick was silent, hesitant.
“You don’t talk like this to the other girls, do you?”
His thighs flexed under my hands. “There are no other girls.”
“Before,” I countered.
“I don’t think of you the same way—”
“Why?”
“Because—because—” He struggled with what to say. “Because you’re my favorite.”
“Why don’t you treat me like I’m your favorite?”
Nick’s eyes burned with fire. I could see him thinking something through, indecision layered between us.
“Nick?” I shifted closer. “I want more. I want you.”
He exhaled, wrapping my hair around his hand, tightening his grip. “You want to be my whore?”
“No,” I breathed out. “I want you to be mine.”
His pupils dilated, his breaths became ragged, and he knelt down to crush his mouth to mine, kissing me hard, cock throbbing between us.
His hand went to the back of my neck, guiding me forward to feed more of his cock between my lips. “I’m going to fuck that tight mouth of yours.”
A muffled moan burst out of me as Nick brought us to a new rhythm, hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. Spit bubbled up. I couldn’t breathe. It was perfect. Him taking control like that was everything. Everything I wanted, everything I needed.
He gripped my hair tight enough for sparks to flash. “You’re going to scream my name so loud, it’ll be tattooed in your throat.”
I increased the suction, drawing my fingernails along his thighs, listening to him swear under his breath. I took up the challenge, sucking his huge cock. It was so much more fun than I would’ve thought, especially with Nick’s thighs trembling underneath me.
I wanted him to cum—
Needed him to cum—
He pulled me back by my hair, leaving me sputtering. His voice was harsh. “What do you say?”
I gasped. “What?”
“I’m giving you a gift, I’ll let you swallow my cum. What do you say?”
My face flamed hotter and hotter. Arousal tightened my body, blurring my thoughts. It made everything beautifully hazy. I loved that he was doing this for me. Loved that he was bringing us both to this place.
My voice softened. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“I—” Nick stiffened, unblinking. The harsh tone broke, he was genuinely shocked. “What did you say?”
Nick tugged me forward until I was so close, he could’ve kissed me. He was on the edge, waiting with bated breath.
My lower lip trembled. “Thank—thank you, Daddy—”
“Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t do a blowjob.”
Nick eased out from his position, slipping away from me. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t understand.
Why were we stopping?
What was going on?
Nick picked me up, forcing me into a standing position. I’d been on the floor for too long. I could barely stand, and when I did, he dragged me with him to the bed, my chest to the blankets.
Liquid heat poured between my thighs. I was so turned on, my thighs were messy.
Something wrapped around my wrist, leather and soft. The handcuff tightened, locking me to the bed, and Nick climbed on top of me to clasp my other wrist into the handcuffs. The metal clattered against the bedframe, music to my ears.
Nick was on top of me, Nick was on top of me.
His hard cock dug into my back as he pinned me underneath him, the weight of his body forcing me down to the comforter.
Lust was the only thing I knew. Nothing else mattered.
I was hyper-aware of the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, Nick hurrying to roll it on. I was breathless with anticipation. Waiting. Wanting.
“I had plans, Tallulah,” Nick muttered, biting my neck. “Why’d you have to ruin them?”
“I—I—”
“I was going to tease you, give you a massage, use ice cubes, I had this fucking planned out. You had to push me.” He slid a pillow under my stomach. “If you call me Daddy, I need this pussy.”
“Nick,” I whimpered, squirming underneath him, desperate for relief. “Nick—oh my god—”
His hips worked against mine, easing the thick head of his cock inside. We groaned as he fully laid on top of me.
The angle wasn’t easy. Doggystyle with him pinning me to the bed made his thrusts shallow and slow. The friction worked against us. His heavy cock dragged through me. It was so fucking good, I was losing my mind.
Eyes rolled to the back of my head, pleasure.
Grinding into me, Nick found a broken rhythm, fucking me into the mattress. I wanted to fuck him back, but I was forced to stay put in this position. He was carved out of hard muscle, heavier than me. I couldn’t move.
“I’m sorry,” Nick apologized, not sounding sorry at all. “You look so fucking good in my jersey. It’s your fault.”
Shivers ran down my spine, a delirious smile crossing my face. Was I nodding? I must’ve been. I couldn’t speak anyway. I could barely breathe. I just nodded, heat building inside of me.
Nick heaved a hard breath, fucking me faster. “You’re going to cum already?”
My eyes flashed open in surprise. He knew?
I could feel his grin, the twitch of his lips. His breathless chuckle. “This pussy worships me, sweetheart. ‘Course I know when you’re about to cum.”
The heights of the orgasm were so intense, I felt dizzy. A sheer drop. I’d take that plunge again and again with him. It was a decision to let go, to let the orgasm engulf me.
“Nick—Nick—” Tears sprang from my eyes as I sobbed out his name. “Nick, NICK!”
The climax was relief, and the plunge was exhilarating, an adrenaline rush taking hold. It felt so fucking good. That goodness came in waves, matching with Nick continuing to fuck me, taking what he needed for his release, groaning my name.
Pure relaxation.
An orgasm was my favorite version of anxiety medication. The slabs of concrete were pushed off my brain. No more panicky thoughts, only blissful silence. Nick eased out of me, and I took a slow breath, humming in pleasure.
So. Good.
Couldn’t possibly be better.
I’d never get over sex with Nick. He checked off all my needs one after another. Truly a five-star service.
I was somewhat aware of Nick grabbing the key from the nightstand and uncuffing me. He rubbed my wrists, his fingers working in slow circles as he cozied up to me.
I tried to slide away but Nick tightened his grip. “Stay.”
“I need to clean up,” I giggled, worn out.
“Just for a couple of minutes—”