4. Nick
Nick
I couldn’t believe my goddamn luck.
One minute, I was at Hat Trick, planning on a quiet drink and maybe a few rounds of darts with Will since the rest of the guys had plans of the female variety, before heading home.
Next thing I knew, I had a gorgeous, smart-mouthed woman in my truck, wearing a pink dress that hugged every single curve like it had been stitched to her skin.
Sonya.
Blond curls that brushed bare shoulders. Plump red lips. Sassy as hell. And those eyes—green, bright, and sharp as glass. She didn’t flirt the way most people did. With her sassy mouth, she challenged, she teased. Pulled me in like gravity.
My cock had twitched the second our lips met inside the bar, and then again when my hands wrapped around the tiny waist to place her in my truck.
With miles of creamy, shapely thighs on display, I knew I had to put some distance between us before I shot my load too soon.
I’d had to clench my jaw just to keep from groaning out loud.
The door closed with a satisfying thunk , and I climbed in beside her, stealing a glance as I started the engine.
The best surprise so far was when she said she wasn’t ready.
My heart thudded and my cock protested, thinking the night would end before it even got started.
Then she was right beside me, holding my face and kissing me like she just couldn’t help herself and everything was perfect once again.
She kissed like a dirty girl, with lots of tongue that made me wonder what else she’d do with that lush mouth.
The kiss went on and on until my windows fogged up, and when we parted in wide-eyed, harsh-breathed wonder, I knew tonight was going to be fun.
“Damn,” she panted with a satisfied smile. “You are really good at that.”
My lips curled up and my chest swelled with pride. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Sonya.”
She slid away and refastened her seatbelt, gaze flicking to me expectantly.
“You need to call or text anyone?” I asked, keeping my voice casual. “Tell them where you’re going?”
She shook her head. “I came alone tonight. My friends went to the hockey game.”
My brows rose. “Thunderhawks fan?” I wasn’t opposed to a puck bunny, but it wasn’t my preference.
“Nope,” she said quickly, then turned to look out the window. “Not a hockey girl.”
I didn’t push it. Whatever her reason, she’d made it clear enough. “You new to Seville?”
“Moved here last week,” she said. “Starting a new job Monday.”
“Yeah?” I smiled, easing the truck onto the road. “How are you finding it so far?”
She faced me with a soft smile and a gentle sigh. “It’s going to take some adjusting.”
“Big city girl?”
She nodded but it was hesitant. “I’ve spent the past few years living in a big city, but I grew up in a series of small towns.”
“Ah,” I said knowingly. “Army brat?”
“Nope.” She shook her head and those pretty blond curls brushed her shoulders and drew my attention to the cleavage that spilled over the top of the dress. “How much longer?”
Her question turned my blood to pure fire and yeah, I’m not ashamed to admit that I stepped on the gas and came close to breaking every speed law until I turned off the car in the small driveway beside my house.
We both sat in the silent car for a long moment, but it wasn’t awkward at all.
In fact, the atmosphere simmered with anticipation.
A thick promise hung in the air between us and then we both started to move.
I don’t know who moved first, but the doors opened and then closed, and I made it to the front door seconds before she did thanks to my height advantage. “Home sweet home.”
She looked up at the green one-story house with a wide porch and a light that cast the whole area in a golden glow. “Nice. Yours?”
“Yep. My grandparents left it to me.” I shoved the key in the lock and pushed the door open, motioning her to step inside.
Sonya stepped inside and looked around the living room with a curious expression, as if she wanted to know more but was actively stopping her natural curiosity. “You live alone?” she asked, studying the decor.
I chuckled. “You asking if I live with a woman?”
“Just seems a little decorated. And put together,” she said, eyeing the blue and white sofa with striped throw cushions, the pillow that hung over the back, all with suspicion.
“I’ll be sure to pass that compliment along to my mom,” I said, taking her hand in mine because we were getting off track. “She helped out when I moved in.”
Sonya laughed and turned to face me, her green eyes dark with desire. “That tracks.” She lifted her hand and rested it on my abs. “So.”
“So,” I repeated the word with a growl.
“Here we are. All alone.” Her other hand went to my waistband, her fingers hooked inside and stayed there. Teasing me. Torturing me.
I pulled her closer so there was no more distance between us before cupping her face as I kissed her, slow at first, then deeper, fuller, until she sighed against my mouth like she’d been holding it in all night. The hand on my abs tangled in the front of my shirt, pulling me closer.
And that was it. My restraint? Gone.
I backed her into the wall, hands roaming that body I hadn’t stopped thinking about since she walked into the bar.
My mouth traced her jaw, her neck down to her collarbone.
I wanted to taste every inch of her, memorize every sound she made when I touched her just right.
I took my time, kissing my way down her body until I reached those gorgeous, thick thighs.
“Sonya,” I moaned, gripping the hem of her dress and pushing it up until the tiny scrap of see-through lace came into view.
“Fuck,” I bit out and slid her panties to the side, eager to get a look at plump lips, pink and waxed and puckered just for me.
“Oh!” Her hips bucked forward when my tongue teased her slit. “Yes!”
I grabbed her thighs and spread them, lifting one over my shoulder. I inhaled deeply and she groaned. “Problem?”
She looked down at me with her lush lips parted in a sexy ‘o’. “No. No problem at all. Just dirty. And hot.”
I inhaled her scent again, committing it to memory before using my fingers to part her. Her clit was pink and swollen, glistening in the dim light of the living room. I gave it one, long swipe, which earned me a low moan.
“Nick,” she moaned, one hand knocked off my hat while the other greedily gripped a handful of my hair. “Don’t. Stop.”
“Never,” I moaned against her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit until her legs trembled. Then I slid one finger deep, stroking deep while I tugged her clit between my lips.
“Nick, oh! Yes!” She ground her hips against me, pumping into my tongue. “Nick,” she cried out again but she didn’t need to; I felt the way she pulsed around my finger and then added another. “Oh, fuck!”
I moaned and devoured her pussy until she flew apart, gripping my hair so tight my eyes stung but I didn’t let up; I couldn’t.
The taste of her honey on my tongue was some kind of fucking aphrodisiac that I couldn’t get enough of.
I licked and teased until her legs turned to jelly and she used my shoulders to keep her upright. “Fuck me, you’re so sweet.”
She flashed a saucy smile that did nothing to hide the blush that crept up her body. “Bedroom?” she breathed, want and need made her green eyes sparkle.
I didn’t answer—just scooped her into my arms and carried her there, fast, like if I stopped moving I’d wake up and this would all be a dream. Like it would all be over before I got to see how she felt wrapped around my cock.
Inside my bedroom, I set Sonya on her feet and she didn’t waste time looking around, taking stock of her surroundings.
No, her gaze was fixed on me, long, slow looks that turned my insides to molten lava.
And then her hands were on me, taking turns touching me while she removed my clothes, piece by piece.
“Wow,” she breathed when I stood before her in nothing but a heated look and a very happy cock. “You are…something.”
My lips tugged into a satisfied grin. I worked out, used my body for work on the ice and on the farm, but seeing the naked appreciation in her eyes made me grateful for all the hard, physical work. “Sonya,” I growled when she reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Big,” she purred and gave it another stroke. “Thick,” she groaned and licked her lips.
Licked. Her. Fucking. Lips.
My control snapped and I gripped her panties, yanking them from her body in one smooth move. She gasped and my cock hardened impossibly. “On the bed. Now.”
She shivered even as she lifted her chin defiantly. “Bossy.”
“Problem?”
She shook her head and slowly released me. “Not even a little bit apparently.” Then she turned away from me and crawled up onto my king-size bed, giving me an unobstructed view of her round ass and thick thighs, the sight of her clit peeking out made my mouth water. “How do you want me, Nick?”
“Deep,” was all I could manage as I stepped forward and gripped her by the waist, pulling her to the edge of the bed so she knelt on the very edge.
“Oh yeah, now that is a pretty fucking picture.” I ran two fingers up and down her slit, enjoying the way she arched into my touch. Relishing how wet she was for me.
“Nick.” The way she moaned my name, her voice filled with need and longing, set a torch to my body. “Please.”
That was all I needed to line our bodies up and push in slowly, so fucking slow I was torturing myself. “Sonya.” A full body shiver washed over me and I froze, savoring the way she pulsed around me. “Such a tight little pussy.” I gripped her hips. “So wet. So greedy for me.”
She pulsed again and moisture covered my cock.
She liked the dirty talk. Noted. I put a hand to her back and she arched more instinctively, which was a total fucking turn on. A woman who knew what she needed and who knew without a word how to get it?
Hot.
“Nick,” she moaned and pushed back until I was balls deep. “Oh, fuck!” Again and again she rode my cock from this position and I let her, smacking her beautiful ass and noting how much she liked it. “Nick!”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and leaned across her back. “I love the way you say my name,” I growled in her ear before biting the lobe.
Sonya moaned my name again, low and wild—again and again like she was trying to push me over the edge. Every time she said it, I lost a little more of myself.
And I fucking loved it.
I didn’t just want to make her come. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
Her legs shook uncontrollably and I gripped her tighter, pounding into her hard and deep, the sound of her satisfied cries pushed me deeper. Faster. “Nick,” she warned.
“I feel you, babe. So tight around my cock like you can’t get enough. Let go,” I demanded. “Can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Nick, yes!” Her back arched and then she exploded in a glorious display of hot curves and feminine need. Her back bowed and arched, her pussy clamped down around me, so wet the glide was intoxicating and heady.
I couldn’t get enough. I fucked her through her orgasm, never letting her come down completely and extending her orgasm until she couldn’t take anymore.
And that’s when I let go, pushing in so deep as I filled her completely. “Sonya, fuck.” My hips slowed but never stopped as I kissed my way up her spine, loving the little shivers and sighs she let out as she fell face-first on my bed.
By the time I collapsed beside her, we were sweaty and tangled together and I was sure I’d hit some kind of erotic cosmic jackpot. Sonya turned to me with a sleepy smile. “That was amazing.”
“It sure as fuck was,” I confirmed and turned to face her, letting my fingertips dance along her hip. I should’ve been exhausted. Instead, I wanted more.
So I kissed her again.
And again.
And then I pulled her on top of me and I made her come all over again.
Sometime between her fourth orgasm and sunrise, I fell asleep with her in my arms.
And when I woke up…
She was gone.
The sheets were cool, her perfume still clinging to my pillow and my skin. For a second, I thought maybe I’d dreamed the whole damn thing.
Then I spotted the note.
Folded neatly under my favorite Thunderhawks coffee mug, written in curvy, confident handwriting.
Thx for a great night. ~S
I stared at it for a long second, then smiled.
Damn. She really was perfect.