Chapter 15 #2
I wonder how badly we both needed this.
“One day, I hope you can tell me what happened to you,” he whispers.
“One day, I hope you can tell me what happened to you, too,” I reply.
My phone pings, and both of us huff as if we were waiting on something to break this moment apart. I snicker as we separate and lean over the counter to get my phone, already knowing it’s Jax.
“He doesn’t quit, does he?” I ask Nick.
Nick scoffs. “He’s never had to.”
It’s a photo message, and when I tap it, my brows lift.
“Oh, hello, Jax,” I muse excitedly.
The picture is of his hard, very nice, cock in his hand, my underwear wrapped around his fingers. Cum is spilled over his fingers and the black fabric. The sight of it all makes my thighs squeeze.
“What is it?” Nick asks.
“I got a dick pic,” I say, grinning.
My phone vibrates again, and I look down to see his next message.
Jax
I think I should come over to make sure he’s fucking you properly.
Nick chuckles and places a chaste kiss upon my temple. “I have an idea,” he says.
“Sounds dangerous,” I reply.
“You’ll love it. So will he.”
He steps around to the counter overhang, grabs one of my stools, and moves it beside where I’m standing. All I can do is frown at him working his way through my upper cabinets, clearly searching for something.
“What are you—”
I stop talking as he grabs the brand new jar of coconut oil out of my pantry and rips the plastic from around the lid.
“What are you doing with that?”
“Testing you,” he says, unscrewing it.
My brows lift. Testing…
“Come again?”
“You will.”
I purse my lips, and he smiles crookedly, dimple showing. “Snowflakes,” he says.
I frown again, making him huff under his breath.
“It’s your safe word,” he adds.
Oh.
Nick inclines his head toward me and gently kisses my cheek. I don’t know how the fuck he makes cheek kisses so sexy, but every time his lips graze my face, I can’t breathe.
“You’re really cute when you’re confused. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, head tilting and mouth dropping as he stares at my tits.
“For future reference, trusting either of us entirely is a bad idea. But it’s sexy as hell that you think we’re good for you.”
“Who said I wanted anything good for me?”
He grins, lips capturing mine. I nearly sink into my weak knees at the ferocity behind this one, the nip and bite on my tongue, my lip…
“Turn around,” he tells me.
“Nick…”
“Just turn around, angel. Grip that counter for me and hold on.”
He grabs my hips and turns me before I can do it on my own. I bend over to grab the other edge of the counter as he picks my left leg up and hikes it onto the stool.
So considerate.
I’m still processing what he’s doing when I suddenly feel his tongue on my pussy. Oh goddammit… Fuck… My shoulders draw up as I grip the countertop tighter and bury my face against it.
“Divine,” I hear him coo.
My swollen cunt is so sensitive that just seconds of his torture has me shaking. In and out of my pussy, sucking on my clit… My eyes roll, fingers white-knuckled and numb. I can’t control my gasps or groans.
I’m on the verge of spilling on his tongue when he takes both hands and spreads my ass cheeks wide. I shudder and squirm as he licks my hole, and after a few seconds of getting adjusted to the new sensation, I try to relax into it.
God help anyone who walks by my house.
They’ll get an eyeful of my ass getting eaten.
I shift my hips and whimper when he slips two fingers into my pussy and continues his feast. Shit, I need to stretch and arch just to work this feeling out.
“Nick, please,” I beg.
He slaps my ass and curls his fingers into my hips. I feel him move behind me, his already hard dick brushing against my bottom. He leans over me and kisses my spine. I push my hips against his, eager for him to rail me until I can’t breathe.
“Easy,” he says, steadying my hip.
“I want you inside me,” I manage.
The jar of coconut oil scrapes along the countertop. I hear him unscrewing the lid, and I brace myself for whatever intentions he has.
But he smacks my ass so hard that I jerk backward. I yelp, back arching up, and in response, he wraps his arms up my front and palms my chilled tits. The searing pain on my ass turns into a tingle that rides up my back to my neck. I groan, head hanging.
Shit, that felt good.
“Whatever you do, don’t clench like that,” he says against the shell of my ear. “I have you, baby. Relax for me.”
I nod. He kisses my shoulder, hands moving down my sides until he reaches my hips again. I’m trying not to tense as I anticipate his next move.
Breathe.
Think about relaxing things—
“Don’t leave me. Stay here,” I hear him say. “I want you entirely present for this.”
I don’t know how he knew I was about to start daydreaming.
My eyes open as he puts his hand under my thigh, and when he sinks inside of me, I’m once again taken aback by his length, the way he fills me and makes me shaky.
I fucking love him like this. Demanding and in charge.
Self-assured and safe. I love the press of his hips against my ass, the steady motion of him filling me completely.
I have to shift to allow him into the hilt. Fuck, I can feel him in my abdomen.
Nick curses under his breath. “Are you ready for more?”
I swallow and nod.
“I need a verbal word.”
“Yes,” I whimper out. “Yes, I’m ready.”
He swipes his finger between my ass cheeks, and I feel the lube on the digit. “Tell me everything you’re feeling.”
Slowly, he pushes the lubed finger into my ass, and I gasp at the sudden change in sensation. Oh, that’s tight. That’s so fucking tight, and…
I hang my head and whine, gripping the counter harder.
“Shit, Juniper. Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod voraciously. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He scoffs, his voice full of pride when he rasps, “That’s my girl.”
Chills don’t stop rolling down my arms as he works up a steady pace. And with every double stroke, I feel myself relaxing more and more. Adjusting to the experience with ease and trust, knowing he’s going to take care of me no matter what I need.
I begin to move with him, pushing back on his thrusts because I want more. Nick slowly adds another finger. I gasp into the counter, teeth imprinting on the wood when I feel him hesitate.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Don’t… please, Nick,” I cry out.
Because it feels so fucking good that I don’t want it to end.
“You’re fucking amazing, baby,” he coaxes me. “You’re going to take us so perfectly.”
My phone dings again, and when I see Jax’s name across the screen, I almost lose it.
If this is just what it feels like with a few fingers…
“Give me your phone,” Nick says.
I practically throw it behind me, unlocked. He doesn’t lose his pace or his position as I hear him take a photo and then set the phone on the counter again.
A low chuckle leaves him. “Perfect.” His back presses against mine, other hand hooking around my thigh, and I’m shoved so far against the cabinet that my other leg rises off the floor.
“Nick—”
But a pathetic cry leaves me. He thrusts deeper than before, his fingers hooking inside me with glorious ease, and suddenly, I’m no longer in control of my body.
I’m wholly at his will, and I can’t keep up.
His strokes continue deepening, quickening. I’m drooling on the cold counter, tears streaming down my face from how. Fucking. Good. He. Feels. It’s unreal. I feel like I’m going to implode. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. I think I scream as my foot hooks around him for some kind of support.
And once I release, I can’t stop.
The orgasms rock me one after the other. Back to back. I gasp and try to stay collected, but it’s too much. Stars dance behind my eyes. The room spins. I hear Nick say something in the distance, feel him suddenly stiffen at my back. He shoots off inside of me with a low groan that vibrates me.
The world is ringing in my ears, and I feel his lips press softly to the base of my neck.
“You did so well, angel.”
Goosebumps rise over my flesh with his voice tickling my ear. I blink, and the room returns. Slowly.
Nick gently pulls from inside of me. I’m empty without him thereHe holds onto my body as he lets my feet hit the ground, and when he turns me to face him, he stops me from stumbling.
I’m going to be all kinds of bruised tomorrow.
I can’t wait.
Nick braces his hand behind my head and kisses me softly. “Still there?” he asks, an obvious chuckle in his tone.
“Barely,” I answer breathlessly.
His fingers drag through my hair, gaze pouring over me. “You are… something.”
“A thing you find fascinating?” I suggest, teasing him.
“You’re the only thing I’ll ever find fascinating again.”
A loud thud smacks against the window.
I yelp, and Nick throws his hand across my mouth, head jerking up to look behind us. Pack launches off of the couch and starts barking, Oreo scurrying under the couch. I don’t move as Nick holds me frozen to the spot. The sudden cold air feels like ropes weaving around my arms, my legs.
A shadow flies by the lights reflecting from outside. There’s another thud, another slam.
And again.
Again.
It happens over and over, each quicker than the last. Piling on and on like a machine gun firing at the glass. The house shakes. The cups rattle. I flinch and yelp with each hit, unable to contain my fright as I cower behind Nick’s body.
Nick hasn’t taken a breath since the first one.
And when it finally subsides, when my house stops bleeding dust from the dingy ceiling, I look up from Nick’s chest. Pack is standing up on her hind legs to scratch at the glass, losing her mind as she tries to get whatever that was.
Nick slowly removes his hand from my mouth and peers behind him with wide, angry eyes. He looks somehow taller right now, his eyes burning and jaw taut.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, bewildered.
Nick is already grabbing his pants off of the floor, brows narrowed as he scrutinizes the window. He gives Pack a pet on her head.
“Good girl,” he says as he starts toward the door.
“Nick!”
But he’s opening the screen door to inspect whatever the hell it was flying into my window.
Pack bolts out onto the porch after him.
“Pack, no, wait—”
“I have her,” Nick calls out.
I pick up my sweatshirt and leggings, and clumsily try to get them, but god, my legs do not want to work. Eventually, I give up trying to put on pants and pull my sweatshirt down over my ass.
The smell of frost on the air swims around me. It’s almost visible as it circles the room. A strange comfort surrounds me, but I brush off the sensation as nothing more than adrenaline rushing through my veins.
It can’t be anything else.
“Nick!” I hiss. “Pack!”
Pack comes trotting back in a moment later. I bend down and give her a pet as we wait for Nick to come back inside.
“Nick? What is it?” I say loudly.
He appears in the threshold after a second, and I swallow, looking his tattooed body over.
Shit, that’s mine.
“Birds,” he says plainly. “Looks like maybe the lights disoriented them. They ran into the windows.”
“Oh… That was really loud. How many fucking birds was that?” I ask.
He rubs his hand behind his head and shuts the door. “Too many,” he says quietly.
I can’t help but think he’s hiding something.
“Are they dead?”
“Yeah. I’ll take care of it in the morning. You don’t need to worry about it.”
I squirm slightly. In the morning.
The bird scare is nearly forgotten at the words.
“Does this mean you’re finally staying the night?”
A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he locks the door. “If you’re okay with that.”
I should not be this giddy about a sleepover, but between the birds flying into the window and whatever was on the street last night, I’m okay with someone sleeping in the bed with me.
Even if Oreo and Pack might nudge him out.
Who am I kidding? They’ll nudge me out first, they love him so much.
“Yes.”
I catch a glimpse of myself in the long mirror hanging on my bedroom door as I rise to my feet, and I instantly cringe.
Fucking hell, how long have I looked like this?
“Um. I think I need to shower. I look… God, why didn’t you tell me I looked like this?” I ask, pointing to the mirror.
“You mean why didn’t I tell you that you’re impossible to resist? Or why I’m not eager to forget the way you look when you’re thoroughly spent?” He encloses the space between us and kisses me—soft enough that my knees want to give out again, and I grip his wrists to keep from falling.
“I’ll help you shower,” he adds.
“Why?”
“Because I did this to you,” he says, flicking my chin. “I have you, baby.”
And I know he does.
Fuck, I know he does.