Chapter 3 Zofia #2
I nodded. But also, I wanted his pants off. Wanted to return the favor. I reached for his pants, unbuttoning the top button before pulling the zipper down, exposing his boxer briefs. Humming in satisfaction, I slipped my hand down them, palming his hard length.
He cursed, pulling off my breasts with a wet pop before pushing his pants and boxers off in one motion, kicking them off.
Nicolas climbed onto the bed, and I scooted backwards so he could settle in between my thighs.
I let my legs drift shut, my hands resting over my stomach as his expression dropped. “Shit,” he cursed, dropped a soft kiss to my thigh before sinking back onto his legs.
“What?” I frowned.
“I didn’t expect this. I don’t have any...” He trailed off.
My eyes widened. “Oh.”
Shit was right. I really wanted to feel him inside of me, but I’d never gone without a condom before.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Let me check my bag. Maybe I have one in there.” Nicolas kissed me again, a slow, languid kiss like he was in no hurry at all, before getting off the bed.
I took the moment to admire his tight ass as he rifled through his suitcase—something I could never do in the office.
Finally, he pulled out a small leather case—and after rifling through it, came back victorious. “Thank God,” he said, ripping it open before joining me back on the bed.
His cock—because there was no other word for it—was hard as steel, the tip looking angry and red with a drip of pre-cum already on its tip.
Before I could do anything crazy, like beg him to let me taste him, he pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom down his length, fully sheathing himself.
Nicolas positioned himself between my thighs again. This time, his tip pressed against my entrance.“Ready?” he asked, running the tip through my arousal, coating it in my wetness.
I nodded, feeling breathless. “Fuck me, Nicolas.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, his stunning blue eyes practically locked on mine as he slipped inside me.
Just the tip, at first, but holy fuck, did it feel amazing.
He was big—bigger than I’d ever had before; the stretch even better than I could have imagined.
Not that I’d imagined what it would be like to have sex with Nicolas before. Nope. Because that would have been wrong.
We both moaned as he seated himself fully inside of me, not moving for a moment to let me adjust to his size.
“You good?” He asked, eyes focused on me, like he was making sure I wasn’t in pain.
“Better than good,” I told him. “I feel—” I shook my head, not having enough words.
“I know.” Nicolas sealed his lips over mine.
My eyes drifted shut. “So full.”
He pulled out before thrusting in deep, and I let my head hit the pillow, succumbing to the feeling of pleasure every time his hips snapped against mine. Each rock of his body seemed to bring him deeper inside until I was impossibly full, barely holding back my moans.
I knew if we were too loud, we’d be caught. In a house full of our friends, there was no way I wanted to be discovered. The ramifications would be too serious.
Fucking your boss was a bad idea for a reason. Maybe that was why I was so turned on—so wet as he stroked inside me. Because this was forbidden. Because knowing I shouldn’t made it that much hotter.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured, wrapping my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. “I’m so close—”
Like he knew exactly what I needed, his thumb found my clit again, pressing it in rough circles as he dragged a tongue over my nipple.
It was too much, and I was falling apart.
“Nic,” I cried out.
“That’s it, Zo,” he murmured. “Be a good girl and come for me. Come all over my cock. I want to feel that sweet pussy clenching around me.”
“Oh my god,” I said, my orgasm shattering through me, the filthy words making me burn alive.
It felt like the world had gone white, like every single nerve ending was alive, bursting with pleasure. My insides spasmed around him, and I could feel how hard he was, how each punishing thrust only spurred my orgasm on as he fucked me through it.
I couldn’t be sure how loudly I’d cried out, only that I ended with his hand covering my mouth.
He peeled it away, his face intent on mine. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?”
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head.
“Good.” His mouth pressed against mine, kissing me softly, then deeply, before trailing kisses down my throat. “You look so goddamn gorgeous when you come.”
I knew my cheeks would be darker, feeling the warmth flood to them, but I hoped the after-effects of my orgasm would mitigate my flushed skin. “You still haven’t,” I murmured, squeezing around him.
He groaned. “Do that again, and I will.”
So I did.
Nicolas let out a garbled “fuck” before pumping inside me again, returning to his steady rhythm. I watched his face, brushing a loose blond hair back that had fallen onto his forehead. His eyes were dark, pupils practically blown out with pleasure, perspiration dotting his forehead.
It only took a few more strokes for him to come, especially when I ran my hands down his body, squeezing his perfect ass. I watched him in awe as he came, trying to memorize the blissful expression on his face.
I knew this couldn’t happen again, and I didn’t want to forget any part of it.
When he finished, pulling out of me to take care of the condom, I pulled the sheet around my body, knowing I should go but not wanting to leave yet.
He came back, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes somehow sparkling with mirth. “You’re incredible.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, letting out a small yawn as I stretched out, naked in his bed.
Nic chuckled as he leaned down, scooping up his boxer briefs and sliding them on before joining me back in bed.
I let out a deep breath. “So… that just happened,” I said, biting my lip.
He brushed a hand over my hip, as if he couldn’t bear not to touch me. “It did.”
“And there was only one condom in there?” I asked, running a finger up his shaft.
He chuckled. “You want to go again, already?”
“If we only have one night…” I said, feeling breathless.
His head dipped down, nipping at my lower lip.
“Only had the one.” Damn. He seemed to see the disappointment on my face, and laughed, squeezing my thigh.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff.” Nicolas brushed my hair back.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” he affirmed.
“Just two people getting it out of their systems.”
“Yes.” My voice was all breathy. “Just sex.”
He cupped my jaw with his hand, his lips moving over mine. “Just sex,” he agreed.
And then he kissed me again, and I knew I should regret it—should be worried about how this was going to change our dynamic—but right now all I could think about was his cock, pressing against my thigh, and how I wanted him again.
Maybe because I knew it was only for one night. Knowing this was all we’d ever have. But I didn’t want it to end.
There was something hard poking into my back, and a heavy weight draped over my body as I drifted awake the next morning. My body was satisfied—and sore in a way it hadn’t been in years.
So I snuggled deeper into his hold, enveloping myself in his warmth and cologne scent—and promptly fell asleep.
I was deliciously warm and comfortable, and I had no desire to open my eyes. Part of me wanted to stay here forever, right in this moment. I snuggled into the feeling, before I realized exactly where I was.
Wrapped in Nicolas Larsen’s arms.
Where I’d fallen asleep.
After we’d had sex.
I’d lost count of how many times he’d made me come last night, before passing out in his bed, naked and satiated.
Oh God. I needed to get out of here. Needed to sneak back to my room and say—what? I could only hope my absence wouldn’t be noticed.
Because as good as last night was, there wouldn’t be a repeat. Not for us.
I shimmied out from between Nic’s arms, looking at his face, still peaceful with sleep.
Fluttering around the room, I found my discarded clothes, pulling them on as quietly as I could, wincing every time the floor creaked under me. After I’d pulled on my dress, I saw Nic frowning at me, sitting up with the sheet covering his lower half.
“Hey.” His voice was deep, groggy with sleep, and it made my insides ache.
“Hey. Sorry if I woke you. I should—I should get back to my room. I don’t want anyone to find out and—”
Nicolas nodded. “Relax, Zo. I know what this was.”
It was a sobering statement. “Do you… regret it?” I almost winced at the question.
“No. Hey.” He frowned. “Never.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Nothing changes, yeah?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.” The word was barely audible, but I heard it all the same.
With a terse smile, I grabbed my shoes—and then left without another word.
What else was there to say?
It had been one night. Getting it out of our systems.
And that’s all it would ever be.