Chapter 37 #2
Laughing at his words, I crawl up the bed. “Get out of here with that. You wanted me to help you forget, so I did.”
“It is, and you did it so well.” He stands from the bed, and I admire his hard body. Perfectly toned abs, an ass meant to hang onto, and the cock I just had in my mouth? Already beginning to grow hard again. He grabs my push pop, taking the cover off and pushing it up from the bottom.
“You won’t.” I tease him. “You don't even like candy.”
“Oh, no one said I was eating it.”
His eyes have mischief oozing from them as he crawls onto the bed. “Take your shorts off, Noelle.”
“Nik!” A nervous laughter breaks out, the kind when your adrenaline starts to spike. He’s chasing me, slowly, and I don't want to get away, but his teasing nature has my insides doing flips.
“Now, Moreno.”
My lips roll in at his command, and I slide my shorts off, leaving me in my bra and panties. He lies on his stomach, crawling closer and pushing my legs open. He eyes me as he takes a lick of the push pop.
“Ah! I need a picture of that. You’re eating candy!”
“I’m about to eat a lot more.” He bites the pop, holding it between his teeth as he reaches for my panties, ripping them from my body. He moves so fast that in one blink, he’s so close to my pussy the pop just about touches me.
I run my hands through his hair, biting my lip, trying not to be self-conscious as he stares straight at my pussy.
He runs his finger in the crease of my leg, causing me to shiver.
He smiles, that damn pop still hanging from his mouth as he spreads me with both hands, lightly touching my clit, studying my every twitch and jump.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier pussy than this.”
I groan, covering my eyes. “You’ve seen so many?” When he doesn’t have an instant comeback, I move my hands and look at him.
“I haven’t been with anyone since the end of my junior year of college.”
I’m shocked. “That’s, like, two years.”
In a teasing manner, he says, “Don't act so surprised.”
I continue to stare at him. “Nik, I don’t –”
He slurps on that pop, then traces my folds before touching my clit once again. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know, you're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
His words make my heart flutter. Jesus, this guy really is a saint. But I should have known he wouldn't be that guy out there looking to use his status to sleep with every woman he comes in contact with. But I still have to give him a hard time.
“You really are a rookie, huh?”
He smirks and looks up at me. “Do I move like a rookie?”
“Well, no.”
“Then it’s like I said. Since meeting you, it’s like no one else has ever existed.”
“Mr. Football Player has some smooth lines, huh?”
He pulls the pop from his mouth and leans in, kissing my clit before giving it a flick with his tongue. A moan escapes me. I want him inside me now.
“No lines. I’m being honest. You’re pretty much everything I saw myself looking for in a woman.
” Another long lick. “You’re not a yes woman, you don’t give in to everything I want or say.
” Another flick. “You’re incredibly intelligent, and I love that we can have real conversations.
” A kiss, with a quick suckle. “You’re fearless.
” He spears me with his tongue, and I yelp.
“You’re sexy.” He nibbles my inside thigh.
“I love that you make me work for your attention. I want to earn those snarky looks.” He looks up at me, holding that pop.
“And you taste sweet as fucking candy.” He licks the pop, making sure it’s nice and wet, and then swirls it around my pussy.
The feeling is foreign and sticky, but not. He plays with me, just breaching me with it before pulling back and licking me himself. “Mm,” he closes his eyes. “Fucking sweet as candy.”
He lays his hand on my lower stomach, and I thread my fingers with his.
I push myself up on one arm and watch as he licks the pop before teasing my clit again.
My head rests on my shoulder as I see the red candy mix with my own juices.
“I love that you trust me.” His eyes flick to me, and a smug grin appears as he leans in, cleaning me up. “You’re right, candy is pretty good.”
He latches on, sucking and flicking his tongue over my clit, inside me, then back again.
He quickly works me to the edge that I am more than wanting to jump from.
He grips my hand tightly, fingers strangling mine as he rips an orgasm from me.
It built so fast, I had no time to contain my scream.
My body jerks against his face, but he won’t let up, working a second one from me.
Or maybe it’s still the first. I don't even know as a wave takes over me.
Moans and gasps fall from my lips, a well-placed curse, and his name slips from my lips as I fall to my back on the pillows.
My hips move in a wave-like motion against him as he continues to suck, lighter now as he works me down from the peak.
He nibbles and kisses the inside of my thighs and all over my pussy before climbing over me, giving me a kiss that tastes like me and my cherry pop, and enters me in one thrust. I throw my hands over my head and call out as he wastes no time in fucking me straight into oblivion.
He’s up on his knees, hands at the side of my head, before pulling the cups of my bra down. He latches onto my nipple, biting and sucking as his thrusts get harder and faster. I know what this is. This is him losing control, yet wanting to control the only thing he can.
I grip his biceps. “Fuck me, Nik. Harder.”
His eyes darken, his mouth drops open as his hips piston faster and deeper with each pump.
“Harder,” I repeat, giving him permission to give me his all. “You won't hurt me.”
He lets out a growl, it builds deep from his throat as he pulls out and manhandles me, flipping me to my stomach, yanking my ass up, and sliding back inside. His one hand grips my hip tight while the other leans on my back between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the bed.
“Yes!” I yell out. “Oh god, yes!”
“Fuck, it’s so good.” He gives me one hard spank, then another, before pummeling me once more.
I’ve got nothing left but sounds. No words that make sense; just sounds and our skin slapping, bouncing off the walls before he covers me completely with his front, biting my shoulder as we both come so hard I think I see stars.
He’s panting, slowing his hips as he slides an arm under me, gripping my breasts, and falls to the side, rolling me into him.
“Jesus, what the hell was that?” I laugh as I try to catch my breath.
He lets out a breath. “Sugar rush.” We dissolve into laughter before letting the night fall completely silent around us. Our breathing is as one, and the only light is filtering in from the hallway.
“I believe you,” he all but whispers out several moments later
“You do?”
“Rhett called me a Warrior.”
I furrow my brows before turning over in his arms to see him. “You are a Warrior.”
“I am, but the way he said it. There’s only been one person who has referred to me as if it’s my calling.”
“Eva,” I say. He nods and closes his eyes. I smooth my fingers over his brows, around his hairline, and down to his lips. “We may not ever understand the why of it, Nik, but we’re going to get the truth.”
He doesn’t respond, and I pause, holding my breath before saying the following words. “I think you need to come clean with your friends.”
His body tightens, but then he lets out a small laugh. “This is perfect timing.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not actually talking to them right now.”
I sit up, shocked. “What do you mean? What happened?”
“Well, we did our weekly FaceTime call. You know, the one where I usually poke around for injuries or who’s being benched. But that conversation veered left.”
“Was this the night we were in Arizona?” He nods, and I say, “I knew there was something more going on.”
“You were right. They both dropped a huge fucking bomb on me.”
I wait. He seems to be weighing his words, and I’m afraid this is just another part of the story that’s going to break him if he doesn’t come up for air from all of this soon.
“Let’s just say I found out why Soba went first pick, what Loving does on weekends, and why we didn’t get drafted together.”
“Well, this is good then. You’re all voicing your demons. I think you need to tell them the truth, for both yours and their good, and you need to let them in, let them help you. Because once I confront Rhett, this is going to explode, and they need to know what they're walking into.”
He studies me for a long while, and again, I’m afraid that I've overstepped. But when he gives a slight nod and an almost silent, “I know,” I know Nik Papas is on the road to saving.