Chapter 53
Izzy
Nik manages—barely—to keep his hands off me during the walk back to the house, but the moment we’re inside, he presses me
against the door. It shuts with a definitive click as he kisses me. I moan at the delicious sensation of his solid body pinning
me in place.
He hefts me into his arms, walking us both up the stairs. My stomach swoops low at the casual display of strength. When we
reach my room, he tosses me onto the bed, then throws himself onto it beside me. We laugh as we bounce on the mattress. I
kick off my boots and roll on top of him.
“Hopefully Cooper and Penny stay at the bar.”
“Something tells me they’ll be a while,” he replies, hands curving over my bottom. I flush, remembering the way he spanked
me with my hairbrush on Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t get enough of him that night. After dinner, we went upstairs, and he worked
a plug in and out of my ass while he fucked me.
He must be thinking about it as well, because he smacks me lightly, over the leggings.
I whine into his mouth. “Nik.”
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs.
I do as he says, shivering as he pulls down my leggings and panties. Instead of touching my pussy, though, he keeps playing
with my ass, massaging it, pinching it. I grind against his crotch, whimpering as my sensitive skin drags against the fabric
of his jeans. His cock, already getting stiff, strains in the confines.
“You’ve been torturing me all night,” he says, his voice quiet and seductive as hell. “My own personal ray of sunshine. So now you’re going to take my cock up your tight ass, sweetheart.”
My eyes fly open. He gives me a satisfied smirk. I reach for the hem of the jersey, but he shakes his head.
“I want the reminder of who you belong to.” He tugs on the collar for emphasis. “I want you to see it when I fuck you against
the mirror and to feel it in every thrust. It’s like I said at the bar. You’re mine, solnishko. Every part of you.”
My core tightens. His fingers have felt so good there, and so did the toy. I don’t feel an ounce of hesitation, even at the
thought of having sex in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, a tender move
at odds with his dirty words.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He spanks me again, harder. “Good girls let their boyfriends fuck them wherever they want.”
“Please,” I say breathlessly, heat zipping through me. “I’m good.”
If only everyone knew what a dirty bastard Nik is. I had my own filthy fantasy at the bar, but it pales in comparison to this.
My clit begs for attention, but I don’t dare reach between us to rub it. Not without his permission.
He reaches over, pulling out a bottle of lubricant and a condom—and my little bullet vibrator. I wet my lips at the sight
of it.
“Show me.” He turns on the toy. I press forward, hoping for friction, but he just tsks. “You teased me with that jersey, you
can tease yourself. Walk that perky ass to the mirror and play with yourself until you come. Do that, and you get my cock.”
My nipples go taut at his words, two tiny points of heat to match my throbbing clit. I curl my hands in the fabric of his jersey, hips jerking forward. He groans, the sound sending a fresh lick of desire to my core.
“What if I can’t do it?” I blurt.
It’s hard for me to come from masturbation, even if Nik is with me. The last thing I want is to disappoint him, especially
when he’s ravenous like this. The high of the shootout goal must be lingering in his blood.
He tilts my chin up. “Then we take a break and I make you come however you want.” He trails his fingertips over my collarbone,
making me shiver. “Either way, you’re going to come for me. I promise.”
I take a breath. “Okay.”
“Perfect girl.” He swats my ass. “Go on, give me a show.”
My blush only deepens as I walk to the mirror. I can sense him watching me—casual and confident, like a predator stalking
prey—as I press one hand to the mirror, planting my feet on the floor. Other than the hockey sweater, I’m bare. I curl my
toes, angling my hips so he gets a good look at my curves.
I glance at him, hair falling over my shoulder. He isn’t touching himself yet, but he’s devouring every inch of me with his
eyes. I turn to the mirror, resisting the temptation to shut my own. I want to be good for him. To give him a show that leaves
him desperate to fuck me. The thought makes me moan. I settle on a fast, punchy rhythm for the vibrator, tracing it down the
front of the jersey.
“There’s my girl,” he says. “Make yourself feel good.”
I gasp at the first touch of the vibrator against my folds. I swipe it lower, to get it slick, before rubbing it in a circle
over my clit. Heat begins to build immediately from the direct contact, making my belly tighten almost to the point of pain.
I can’t help but shut my eyes, then, losing myself in the sensations.
I hear Nik’s footsteps. When he stops behind me, I sense him, but he doesn’t touch me. I pull the vibrator away from my clit with a pant.
“Keep going.” He waits for me to obey before he adds, “Good girl. Your pleasure is important.”
He punctuates that with a spank, his touch lingering.
“What about you?” I ask, whining without meaning to when he withdraws his hand.
“You think this isn’t turning me the fuck on?” He traces over the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue, leaning in close
to whisper, “I’m hard as goddamn stone, sweetheart. It’s taking all I have not to dive between your legs for a taste.”
“Then do it.”
He laughs. “Nice try, but this is about you. Open your eyes.”
Somehow, I manage it. My blush deepens at the sight of his devilish smirk in the mirror. It’s one thing to listen to his velvet-smooth
voice guide me, but another to look him in the eyes when I’m laid bare like this. When he’s inside me, we’re sharing the pleasure.
This is just about me, with nothing in it for him.
As I continue to tease my clit with the toy, he uncaps the lubricant. He slicks up his fingers, still looking at me in the
mirror.
I whimper as he spreads my cheeks. The first touch is chilled, a sharp contrast to the heated friction of the toy. He rubs
my asshole with a finger, pushing in just slightly.
“Put a finger in your cunt,” he whispers.
I obey shakily. His index finger slides all the way up my ass. I can’t help myself; I add another to my core. Filled in both
holes, his body pressing against mine, all while we look at our reflections... I feel like I’m on fire, but the flames
aren’t burning me. They’re teasing, dragging me to the edge of oblivion.
“Nik,” I sob. “It feels—I need more—”
“So greedy,” he croons. “Keep going. Make a mess for me.”
He pushes another finger into me. The punishing vibrations from the toy, the dominance in his voice—it all works together to send me right to the peak. I curl my fingers, biting down my scream as the pleasure finally, finally crescendos. The tension leaves my body in a blissful rush.
I don’t recall starting to cry, but when I blink, a tear streaks down my cheek. He turns my head, his fingers digging into
my jaw, and licks it away. The blatant possessiveness makes me whimper.
“Look at yourself. Stuffed in both holes. Dripping with slick.” He sucks a mark into my neck as he clicks off the vibrator.
“Wearing my number. You’re a wreck, Isabelle. A beautiful wreck. Who do you belong to?”
“You.” My voice breaks. “Babe, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
A light slap. “Where?”
“My ass,” I stutter out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “Lean against the mirror.”
I put both hands on the mirror, shivering as he preps me the rest of the way. He gives his cock a stroke, groaning, before
he rolls on the condom and adds more lubricant. He wraps his arm around me, rucking up the sweater.
Our gazes meet through the mirror.
“I’m going to go slowly,” he says. “If you need me to slow down even more, or stop, you tell me. Understand?”
I nod, then add, “Yes.”
“Good.” He lines up, pressing against my asshole. I gasp at the sensation of the blunt tip there, so different than when he’s
sliding into my cunt. “Stay relaxed for me, sunshine. Let me in.”
He pushes in inch by inch, rubbing my clit to spark another round of pleasure. I ache at the stretch, but not in a bad way. When he finally presses in completely, he lets out a breath, dropping his head to the crook of my shoulder. I clench my core as I adjust; it’s as though he’s splitting me open. As he kisses my neck, scraping his teeth over my skin, a strange sensation settles in my belly.
I’ve never felt so owned by him. So completely his. It’s raw, it’s dirty, and somehow, my heart feels more exposed than the
rest of me.
“You’re so big,” I murmur.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.”
He cups my pussy, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. He moves, achingly slow, clearly attuned to any signs of
discomfort. I will myself to relax further. The sensations ramp up with each careful thrust.
“You can give me more.” I look at him over my shoulder. “Take your pleasure too, Nik. It’s important, right?”
He thrusts harder at my teasing words. “Such a little brat.”
I spread my legs as wide as I can while keeping my balance, arching my back. The angle deepens, making both of us moan. He
thrusts harder, building up an undulating rhythm so consuming, I can’t breathe when he’s inside me all the way. He steadies
himself with a hand on my hip, fingers digging into my skin. His other hand covers my throat lightly.
I gasp, heart sprinting. The weight of it settles me, even as it ignites each and every one of my nerve endings. It’s one
thing to feel it, but another to see it through the mirror. His hand, so large it nearly wraps around all the way, and my
leather bracelet on his wrist.
“Look at us.” He gives my throat the barest squeeze, punctuating it with a much harder thrust. “We were made for each other,
Isabelle.”
“Nik,” I whisper, emotion crashing over me in a wave. I can’t manage anything else.
He doesn’t drop his hand, but he doesn’t let the pressure linger. Careful and protective, even when he’s pushing me. He snaps
his hips, driving his cock into me. The sensations bleed together, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When I come
again, it’s with a scream. I hope—hazily—that we’re still the only ones in the house.
Nik practically growls, driving into me once, twice, three more times. He grunts against my shoulder as he climaxes, sounding
so perfectly strung-out, I smile. Nothing is better than the sound of his satisfaction.
“Was I—”
“Fuck, sunshine, yes.” He kisses me deeply. “You were perfect.”