Chapter 6
CHERYL
Nick finishes his drink, then makes fast work of slipping his hands under my t-shirt. He smiles when he realizes I’m braless, then yanks the loose material up and over my head, making me shiver.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll keep you warm.”
“Are we really going to do this out here?”
He glances over my shoulder at our secluded yard. “Why not?”
I unbutton his shirt painfully slowly, then push the material over his shoulders. When I run my forefinger down his muscled chest, I feel his dick harden against my ass cheeks.
“Shit, babe, you got me trying to bust outta my pants.”
“No matter how long we were apart, you still have such a powerful hold on me. There’s never been anyone before or after who can light me up like you.”
“Since this is our forever, there won’t ever be anyone after me.”
I undo the belt, button and then the zipper of his pants, then sneak my hand in between the fabric. “You going commando never gets old. The only thing better is when we’re out and I know you got nothing on under your perfectly tailored pants.”
I wrap my hand around his swollen cock, and he hisses in a breath.
He lays his head against the couch cushion. “You know it’s been almost a week since we’ve done this.”
“That’s really not that long.”
“For us it is.” He peeks at me through slitted eyes. “Shit, back in Brooklyn we used to do it twice, sometimes three times a day.”
“That was before we had all these responsibilities.” I stroke him harder.
“Babe, we always had responsibilities, but right now, right here, it’s just you and me.”
He lifts up, and I open his pants wider, then slide down between his legs, taking him all in. I suck him from root to tip, taking him deep until I hear him panting. Me between his legs is one of Nick’s favorite positions, but I need to feel him in me. I need to be possessed by him.
I pop him out of my mouth, and his eyes snap open. Then I push down my sweatpants and kick them to the side.
Leaning forward, he grips my hips and flattens my back to the couch cushion. Spreading my legs wide, he eyes my center, then looks up at me. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”
He nips at the tender flesh, then drives his tongue deep, flicking it at just the right spot. He sticks his tongue deep as his thumb and forefinger play with my nub. My hips jerk to the rhythm of his tongue, and when he nips my clit, my knees weaken and jolts of electricity shoot through my veins.
He holds me together as my body gives it up to his magical tongue and mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good.” His mumbled words vibrate against my sensitive flesh.
My thighs clamp around his head, and my body lets go. Spasm after spasm, but he doesn’t stop until my back relaxes against the couch.
He leans back on his knees, sucks on his fingers, and smacks his lips. “Best fuckin’ meal I’ve had all day.”
His cock hangs between us, long, hard and rigid, and I can’t wait until he’s a part of me.
I reach out and stroke it, but he pushes my hand away, then hovers over me, taking one nipple in his mouth and then the other, until they are stone-hard.
He nips and laves them until I’m writhing against him, and only then does he lean back and fist himself.
“You ready for me, babe?”
“More than ready, but you already know that.” My lips curve into a smile, letting him know how he’s torturing me.
“Like you said, it’s been a week, so I owe you a few orgasms.” He pulls my knees up and grins down at me. “I can finger-fuck you into another one, or I can fill you up with my cock. Your choice.”
His words alone set me off, but I know what I want, so I reach out and grab his pulsing cock. “I want this in me now.”
“Always so fuckin’ bossy, just the way I like you.”
He anchors his hands under my knees, raising me just enough so we’re at the perfect angle. When he thrusts into me, I yell out.
He doesn’t wait; he just grips my thighs tighter and pounds into me deep, letting me feel every glorious inch of him. I match his strokes until my ass is bouncing to the rhythm he’s set.
My body gloves him, stretching and squeezing, letting him know there was never and will never be anyone else who can make me experience this sensation.
He moves his powerful hands up my back and lifts me until I’m straddling him.
I bounce on his thick cock, going even deeper until I cry out in ecstasy.
“Ride me, baby, fuckin’ drain me dry.”
I anchor my hands on his shoulders, slamming up and down, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks. He wedges his hand between us and finds my clit. He teases it, and when he twists, I scream out, then explode for the second time.
“That’s right, babe, get loud for me. Squeeze my cock till I got nothing left.”
Gripping my hips tighter, he pulses into me until there’s nothing left. We’re surrounded by the sound of a gentle breeze and our gasping breaths as we slowly come back down.
“That was unbelievable,” I pant out, still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah, absolutely.” Nick cuddles me to him, and I wrap my arms around him tighter.
“Waiting makes it better.”
“Maybe.” He mumbles into my neck, “I want this all the time, but by the time I get home, you’re already asleep.”
I still. “You’ve also been spending more time at the club, and I have to get up early to get Portia to school.”
“I know, it’s just our schedules have been off lately.”
“When we first moved in together, you used to only stay late at the club Thursday to Saturday nights. Now, it seems like it’s every night.”
“I’m trying to expand Wicked, and if Samson and I aren’t there together, shit just doesn’t get done.”
I wave my hand around the patio/pool area. “Isn’t this enough for you?”
“This is great, babe, but the price of all this shit isn’t going down, and I want enough so we don’t have to ever worry about money or anything else.”
“The price of things is always going up, but how much is enough?” I cuddle into him. “I’m happy with what we have right now.”
“I am too, but it can all vanish if you’re not paying attention. That’s why we have to expand the club. That’s why I have to work more hours. I don’t wanna ever have to worry about money.”
“Sometimes I think being with me and Portia isn’t enough for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re hardly ever home anymore, and when you are, we’re picking at each other. Like this morning.”
“That’s ‘cause we’re both so busy.”
I move off his lap. “I want to have a holiday party next week for our friends and neighbors, but it will be impossible if you’re working every night.”
“A holiday party?”
“You make it sound like I’ve proposed an execution.”
He rolls his eyes like my comparison is on point. “The holidays are one of the busiest times at Wicked.”
“I’d just like to have some fun. Wicked is a huge success, so I don’t understand why you’ve become so obsessed with wanting more.”
“Because I want everything to be right for us always.”
I clearly hear the edge in his voice, and I don’t want to ruin this euphoric feeling, so I yawn, then say, “Let’s go to bed and get some sleep. We’re both tired.”
He yawns, stands, and pulls me off the couch. “Best idea you’ve had tonight.”
I smirk. “Best idea?”
“Second best idea.”
We hit the stairs, and we are literally dragging.
I can see the wheels of Nick’s brain working, and I’m hoping I made him think about the time he spends at the club.
My hope is, by the first of the new year, he will slow down and take more days off.
Portia needs and wants to see more of him, and even though she brushed tonight off, I know it hurt her.
After we trudge up the stairs, exhaustion hits me hard. Between the somewhat tedious meeting with Graham Pierce, interviewing two new girls and then the regular work stuff, it was a long day with the only high points being Portia’s concert plus Nick’s exquisite body and what he did with it.
No matter where we are in our life, the sex is always amazing. During sex, we connect on an exquisite plateau, making us both realize how much we need each other. That kind of emotion can’t be faked, and it makes me realize how much we need each other and belong together.
After we got a good night’s sleep, I’ll broach my holiday party idea again, and I’m sure he’ll be on board.
The Nick I remember loves to party. and now we have the funds to do it in style.
What better way to meet our neighbors, be a part of our community, and maybe keep Nick home one night, than to have a blowout holiday party?
Izzy and I had done some research into caterers, and the ideas and themes are endless and fabulous. Now all I have to do is make Nick think it’s fabulous too.
Four Days Before Christmas
CHERYL
The next morning, after a very sound sleep, I make sure I’m in the kitchen before Nick. A half hour later, when he appears, I have the coffee brewed and welcome him with a piping-hot mug of his favorite beverage—black and strong, just the way he likes it.
He takes the mug and crinkles his brow. “You setting me up for something?”
“Because I hand you a cup of coffee?”
“Because, even though you get up before me, you never make coffee.”
True, I prefer tea, and usually let Nick make his coffee with his special coffee beans.
Nick takes a sip. “Pretty good—and because before we met, you could lift a wallet or sell a line of bullshit like a pro. So, what gives?”
“I can assure you, I’m not after your wallet.”
Which is the truth. I could easily fund the entire party, but that wasn’t the point. I want him on board too, or at least to be home the night of the party so we can host it together.
“What then?”
I take my time pouring my own mug of tea. “We never finished talking about having the holiday party.”
“I thought we decided last night we didn’t have time for it.”
I turn from the counter. “No, you decided. I’m still for the idea.”
“I don’t see where either one of us needs the extra work.”