Chapter Nine
Evie
We’re barely inside the bookstore before my reindeer sweater is hanging on the edge of the science fiction shelf and Nick’s pants are on the floor beside it. I don’t know what I’m doing. On one hand, I never want him to leave. On the other hand, I don’t really know the guy.
“You okay?” He slides off his shirt, firm rippling muscles shifting in the dim twinkling light as he moves.
This can’t be real. I was joking about the book boyfriend thing but maybe there’s some truth to it. This year has been weird. I could’ve totally lost my mind in there somewhere and created the perfect brooding man for funzies.
“Yeah, totally fine. Just… freaking out. That’s all. No big deal.”
He smiles and brushes the pad of his rough thumb over my cheek. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No.” My eyes widen. “I want to do this. Believe me. I’ve been thinking about climbing you since the tree lighting.
I just… it’s, ugh, I’ve never.” The words trail off, but he doesn’t speak so I keep going like a rambling idiot.
“I mean, I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay or make this some big thing.
I just… I’ve never felt this safe with anyone so quickly, and it’s probably all in my head because of hormones or something, but I’m a virgin. ”
Oh my God! Someone kill me! No one had to know that! I could’ve played it cool!
He bites back a smile. “Damn. I knew you were young, but I wasn’t expecting this.”
“I’m sorry.” I shift back. “This is weird. We should—”
“Nope.” He holds me in place, his hands on my shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere. We don’t have to have sex. We can wait as long as you want, but I need to tell you something.”
“Okay…” I hold my breath as I wait for his words.
He tilts his gaze down then up again slowly, his fingertips brushing through my hair as he says, “I came out here expecting to hunt, then you walked up in that cute little chicken sweater, and I knew trouble was coming. I didn’t want to play Santa.
I didn’t want a date with some random woman.
I wanted you. I wanted you the second I saw you, and every second since then has been better and better.
You woke me up, and you make me laugh. You make me want a family, a home.
Now I know I don’t have a right to say any of this, we’ve only known each other a couple of days, but I’ve never felt this sure in my life.
” His voice is steady but raw, and I feel the weight he’s put on each word like it’s armor that he’s lying down beside us.
“I don’t expect anything from you. We don’t have to do this now.
I just wanted you to know how I felt and I knew it wouldn’t be easy to say. ”
I want to tell him I love him. I want to jump into his arms and disappear forever. I want to know what it’s like to love someone and never have to say goodbye, but I need to slow down. I need to keep my head on straight.
I need to feel his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck, his heartbeat steady against mine.
Tipping up onto my toes, I lean into his lips. It’s soft at first, his hands settling at my waist, his massive cock poking at my stomach. Somewhere around that time is when the kiss deepens. It’s hard to say exactly when because the world around me is a blurry flush of emotion and touch.
His sandpaper hands, his hot tongue, my pussy spread wide, his beard scrubbing against my thighs, the growl in this throat as he licks every shivering convulsion my muscles produce.
“Look at this pretty little body, spread out for me to do whatever I’d like.” Nick leans up from between my legs, his beard glistening with my pleasure. “Can you get on your knees for me, little one? I need to feel your hot mouth on my cock.”
My fingers trace the cut lines in his stomach as I bend to the ground, gripping his hard cock in my fist. He’s even bigger than I thought he was through the velvet Santa pants.
I didn’t realize that was possible, but here I am, unable to get my fingers around his girth, unsure of how I’ll ever fit him inside of me.
His erection bobs at my mouth and I run my tongue up the back before taking him into my throat. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough porn to guess what might feel good, so I go with that.
“Good girl,” he growls, threading his thick fingers through my hair. “Take me all the way to the back of that tight little throat.”
I’m gagging well before he reaches the back of my throat, but I think he likes that sound because he only grows harder when he hears it, which has me getting wetter.
I’m not sure how long I’m on my knees, but I know I love it. Every slippery second. I love the way it feels to be in control, to have this giant man at my mercy, begging for release.
“Okay, little one,” his voice is ragged with need, “lay back on that table for me. I need to show you how much I need this.”
I suckle at the head of his cock for another moment then sink into his touch, letting him place me on the smooth mahogany table.
He’s so big, every inch of him. His shoulders, his fingers, his head, his cock, his arms. I’m not often dwarfed, but right now, with Nick, I feel small. Small and soaking wet. Soaking wet and ready to lose my virginity to this giant.
The wood is a welcomed cool against my back as Nick spreads my legs wider, landing one against his chest as he bends down to sink into my pussy. He’s slow and careful, thrusting with minor explorations before pushing deeper inside.
“Fuck. Your tight little pussy is soaking wet for me.” He moans out as he presses in deeper. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I hear the words and I’m certainly in pain, but I’d never tell him to stop. I want every inch he can give me. I want him thrusting harder and faster until I’m filled to the brim with his come right here in the place I love the most, Chestnut Lane Bookstore.