Chapter 30 | Alexis
Alexis
Nick carried me upstairs and stopped beside the bed. He slowly released me, setting me on my feet as my body slid against his.
Reaching for my shirt, he pulled it from my body, tossing it aside before removing my bra. We shed the rest of our clothing before he slid onto the bed and extended his hand. “Come here.”
I crawled over him, resting on my palms as I grinned down at him.
“Ohhh, I like being on top.”
Laughing, he palmed my breasts in his hands. “I like it too, princess.”
He slid his hands to my back, gently feeling the small grooves of the scars there.
“No hydrogel?” he asked.
“I didn’t need any this morning.”
He sat up and lifted me before placing me on my stomach atop the bed. Sitting beside me, he ran his fingers over my back, tracing the scars as deep regret lined his features.
“They don’t hurt,” I said, my cheek on the pillow as I watched his face. “I promise.”
He climbed over me, straddling my frame as he began kissing my back. Tears stung my eyes as I realized he was kissing each one of my scars.
“Nick...”
“I hate that you’ll always have a reminder of being hurt,” he murmured, kissing each scar along the way as he moved lower. “I’m going to do a better job of protecting you.”
“You can’t protect me from myself,” I said, breathing a laugh. “I make really dumb decisions sometimes. But I need to do better, for you, and especially if we’re going to have kids. I promise I will.”
“I know, baby,” he murmured, continuing down my back. “We’re both going to do better for each other.”
I smiled, gazing at him as my cheek rested on the pillow. He reached the small of my back, kissing it before moving to my bottom. He ran his palm over my curves there, inhaling deeply as he caressed me.
“Your plump little ass is so fucking gorgeous,” he growled. Lifting his gaze to mine, he spread my cheeks apart and ran his thumb over my puckered little hole. “When you’re healed, I’m going to fuck you here, princess.”
My breath caught in my throat as my body shuddered. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
A laugh escaped his throat as he continued to circle the sensitive skin there. Closing my eyes, I imagined sharing that with him—something so intimate that was only for us. Lifting my lids, I smiled as I wiggled my ass.
“Touch my pussy,” I commanded softly.
He slid his fingers down my slit, swirling them around my wet core. Cursing, he brought them to his lips and tasted me.
“I need more,” he said, his voice ragged.
Moving up the bed, he lay on his back and gripped my hips, gliding me over his body. He urged me higher, and I froze.
“What are you—?”
“You’re going to sit on my face,” he commanded. “Come on, baby. Climb over me.”
His hands cupped my ass, gently pushing me higher, and I felt my face flame with embarrassment.
“I’m too heavy—”
“You’re fucking perfect, and I want to drown in your pretty pussy. Sit on my face, Alexis. Now.”
I pushed away my insecurities and climbed higher, resting my knees on either side of his head. Gripping the top of the headboard, I positioned myself above his lips.
“Yessss,” he hissed, gazing up at my sopping wet core. “Lower onto me. You won’t hurt me.”
I followed his command, pressing my drenched opening to his lips. He groaned and began kissing me...licking my slit before he surged his tongue inside me.
“Oh, god...” I cried, unable to stop myself from pushing further into him.
“Good girl,” he said, his words vibrating against my sensitive skin. “Give me more. Fuck my mouth with that hot, wet pussy.”
My hips moved, undulating in a slow, steady rhythm as I moved against his talented tongue. The position created a pleasurable friction against my clit, and I tossed my head back, lost in ecstasy as he loved me.
His moans and ragged breaths below me indicated he was enjoying it too, so I let my body set the pace, my undulations increasing as I felt the orgasm build. My fingers tightened on the headboard, and I moaned with pleasure as my body burned.
“I’m going to come...” I rasped. “Nick, it feels so good...”
He moaned against my core, his lips and tongue too busy to answer me back. Losing all inhibition, I pressed deeper, feeling his fingers dig into my ass as my back arched.
“Oh...god...Nick...I can’t...”
I gasped as my body bowed, my fingers holding onto the headboard for dear life as I plunged into the orgasm. Waves of pleasure cascaded down my trembling body as stars exploded behind my eyelids.
Nick groaned into my wet pussy, his deep voice sending blissful vibrations throughout my body. My muscles jerked, and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. Giving in, I collapsed atop his body in a heap of sweaty skin and mussed hair.
Nick held me close, pressing my cheek to his chest as he stroked my hair. I wrapped my leg and arm around him, nuzzling into him as the final tremors racked my frame. Opening my eyes, I saw his cock, sitting high atop his abdomen; thick and hard as he waited for me to recover.
“Oh, my...” I said, wrapping my fingers around his cock. “Someone’s excited.”
He gripped my hips and slid me atop his body.
“You evil little vixen,” he said, moving my body so my core was positioned at the head of his cock. “Your pussy tastes too good.”
“You really liked that?” I asked, biting my lip.
“I fucking loved it.” He pressed the head of his cock to my opening, circling it around as desire flared in his eyes. “I could eat you all fucking day, Alexis.”
Pressing my palms to his pecs, I used the leverage to push me toward his cock.
“Let me get a condom, baby—”
“No,” I said, so fucking turned on by having his smooth skin against mine. “No more condoms.”
Concern entered his eyes. “You could get pregnant, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I said, pushing further, feeling him ease inside me slightly. “This is how babies are made. Good job.”
He smiled and shook his head on the pillow. “You’re infuriating. You know that, right?”
“I have a pretty good idea.” I pressed further and his hands tightened on my hips, stilling me.
“I’m being serious, princess. Are you ready for me to get you pregnant? That’s a big step.”
I took him deeper, my mouth falling open with ecstasy as he inched inside me. “I’m so ready...” Pressing my thumb to his bottom lip, I caressed it as I whispered, “I love you so much.”
Nick slid inside me, my pussy wet from the recent orgasm and ready to take him. He drew my thumb inside his mouth, sucking it as he began to fuck me. The image was so hot, my body shuddered as I began to move my hips. He circled his cock inside me, his eyes closing as he moaned.
“Feeling you like this...skin to skin...Jesus, Alexis, you feel so good...”
I lifted higher, pressing my palms to his chest so I could fuck him harder. His hips jackknifed into mine, the rhythm hard and steady as he hit a spot deep within that sent shards of pleasure to every cell in my body.
His broad hands grabbed my hips, guiding me as he lifted me up and down, the sounds of our sweaty skin echoing off the walls each time we collided.
“Yeah, baby,” he rasped, his hands moving me at a furious pace atop his body. “I’m going to come in that tight little hole. You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”
“Come inside me,” I groaned, my head falling back with pleasure. “Oh, fuck!”
A loud groan leapt from his throat, and he began to come. I could feel the tiny jets pulsing inside me, coating every part of my deepest place with his essence. He pressed deep, as if he wanted to mark me with his release and brand me as his.
“That’s right, baby,” he breathed, his body still jerking as he released inside me. “Milk me like that. Good fucking girl...”
His hips bucked several more times before his hands fell from my hips and he released a long, slow breath. Tossing his arm over his eyes, he groaned.
“I’m dead. That’s it. Please put flowers on my grave.”
Laughing, I splayed over his body, spreading my fingers over his heart. “Don’t joke about that. I need you. You probably just knocked me up.”
Sighing, he slid his fingers under my chin and lifted my face to gaze into my eyes. “That was very irresponsible of us.”
Grinning, I nipped his pec. “I’m just ensuring you actually marry me. Or, I guess I can just be your mafia baby mama. Whatever you prefer.”
“I prefer fucking you with nothing between that tight little pussy and my dick,” he growled. “And of course, I’m going to marry you. I just need to buy a ring and plan the proposal. You deserve the best, princess.”
“I have the best,” I said, cuddling into him and resting my cheek on his chest. “The rest is a bonus.”
His hand stroked my hair as we recovered.
“I love you so much, Alexis,” he murmured against my forehead. “I can’t believe you love me enough to stay, but I’m going to do everything to make it worth it for you. I’m honored you chose me.”
Lifting my head, I cupped his jaw. “I’ll always choose you. I love you more than Ilya loves Shane.”
His lips curved. “I’m embarrassed to admit I know exactly what you’re referring to.”
“You finished the season, didn’t you?”
He nodded.
“I knew you liked it! Wasn’t the ending good?”
“It was fantastic. You got me to love gay hockey romance. I think you’re a witch.”
“I’m your witch.”
Chuckling, he pressed my cheek to his chest as we held each other close. The future ahead might hold danger, as all futures did, but with Nick, I knew my heart would be safe. And in the end, that’s all that really mattered.