Chapter Twenty-Four
Nick made a shocked noise as Vi’s lips met his.
Vi pulled back, surprised. “What? Are we not . . .”
“No, that was good,” Nick rushed to say. His tongue darted out again, running over his fangs. He looked dazed, as if one kiss from Vi was able to daze a guy she’d kissed so many times she’d lost count.
Nick continued, “I thought . . .”
There were a hundred ways to end that sentence. Vi waited for him to finish it, but he only stared down at her, lips parted, breathing roughly.
He kissed her. Hot and hard, fangs pressing into her mouth. His hands found her back, sliding up until they were in her hair. He pulled at one end of her hair ribbon until it came undone, hair spilling over her shoulders.
“This damn ribbon,” he said against her mouth.
She pulled back. “Okay, seriously, if you don’t like it, just say it.”
“No, I like it.” He rubbed the silky material between his fingers with a crooked smile and then placed it behind them on the counter. “That’s the problem.”
Vi heard herself giggle. She was still smiling when he ducked down for another kiss.
“You taste like peaches,” he mumbled.
“Cobbler,” Vi explained breathily. “Want some?”
“Nope.” He kissed her chin at the spot where he’d once smudged frosting off with his thumb. Then he kissed her neck. His mouth opened against her skin, sucking gently, and she shivered.
“We’re in a kitchen,” she reminded him.
“Right,” Nick said, muffled against her neck. “Wanna do something about that?”
She nodded eagerly.
He hauled her up, pulling her legs around his waist. Vi grinned. She never got tired of how easily he carried her around. It made her stomach swoop every single time.
She kissed him, reaching down to cup his huge erection through his jeans. He made a noise against her mouth, which Vi only understood when he almost slammed her into the open edge of his bedroom door.
“Shit,” Nick blurted. “Quit distracting me.”
She gave him another squeeze. “Quit being hot!”
Nick mumbled something against her skin and scooted around the bedroom door. He lowered her, gentle as ever, onto the bed. Then he stared at her with that same dazed look as before, like he hadn’t had her in this very bed a dozen times. Like he still couldn’t believe she was here.
Vi squirmed, caught between embarrassment and pleasure under his sweet stare. “You going to stay there or are you going to . . . ?”
He was on her before she could finish, swallowing her laugh and then her moan before he trailed more kisses down her neck.
His erection was a hard line against her thigh, and Vi’s cunt throbbed at the memory of having it inside her.
Never all the way, for all her frustrated efforts. But they were getting there.
He sat up and pulled off his own shirt, then hers. He leaned down and kissed a trail of soft, sucking kisses along her breast and down her rib cage. She wound her fingers through his hair, watching it get even messier under her touch.
“Been meaning to ask,” he said against her stomach. “Why do you hate being called Violet?”
“You’re asking me now?” Vi laughed. “I don’t know. People only ever used it when they were mad at me. Or being condescending.”
“Or being hilarious,” Nick said, fumbling for her skirt zipper. “I like it. It’s a really good name. Violet. Like, I don’t know. Music.”
He undid her skirt zipper, the one that had given him so much trouble the first time, and leaned down to kiss the inside of her thigh.
“Maybe,” Nick said, toying with the edge of her panties. “Maybe you just need to associate it with good things.”
Vi laughed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nick thumbed the thin material, right over her hard clit. There was a wet spot forming below it. “What do you think?”
“Interesting theory,” Vi told him, voice rising in pitch as he rubbed her clit through her panties, a slow, steady rub. “L-let’s try it out.”
He grinned. Then he was leaning in, pressing his tongue into the fabric over her clit.
Vi moaned.
“There we go,” Nick said, smiling against the sodden fabric. “Violet.”
He pulled her panties off in one smooth movement and leaned back in, teasing over her clit with his tongue. He slipped a finger inside her, crooking it up.
Vi gasped and mewled, fingers still locked in his hair. Her legs were already shaking. She wrapped them around his shoulders, urging him forward.
“Come on,” she begged. “More. I can take it.”
He looked up, dark eyes meeting hers. He was still watching her as he pressed inside with a second finger.
Vi urged him closer, fingers tangling in his hair.
Nick made a noise against her clit, soft and helpless. His fingers dug into her thigh, the skin rough but his touch so careful. He hummed as he worked her, and the vibrations made Vi’s legs quake.
It was too much. Heat curled in her stomach, steady and unstoppable.
She tugged his hair. “Nick, oh my god.”
He hummed again. It sounded like her name.
The heat in Vi’s stomach exploded. It tingled out to the tips of her fingertips, hand clenching in Nick’s hair so hard, it had to hurt. Still, he didn’t stop, sucking her clit and fucking her with his huge fingers until she pulled him away with trembling hands.
He sat up. His mouth and chin were slick. He pulled off his jeans, hissing as he dragged his boxers over his sensitive cock. Vi watched it slap against his stomach, flushed and green and beading pre-come at the tip.
She licked her lips. “I want all of it.”
Nick’s eyes darkened. He tried to soften it with a chuckle, but she could see it: He wanted her to take all of it as much as she did.
“We’ll see,” he told her.
She shook her head. “I can do it. Just keep fucking me, and don’t come until you get all of it in.”
Nick stared at her, eyes half lidded. He lurched up, grabbing a condom off the bedside table and fumbling it on.
Vi held her legs open. Nick’s gaze dropped to her hole, his lips parting.
“Just keep fucking me,” she repeated.
Nick made a strangled noise and grabbed her thighs, pulling her forward. His cock skated against her puffy folds, and Vi gasped.
He leaned over her, nosing her cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Vi nodded.
Nick let out a shaky breath. Then he pressed his cockhead against her entrance. Lightly, always lightly at first. Then the pressure built, shallow thrusts until he was ever so slightly in.
Vi rocked back against him. He held her still, like always. Hands on her thighs, holding them back against her torso. Spreading her for him to press farther inside.
His cockhead slipped in fully. Vi shivered, mouth falling open.
It was still a stretch, every time. Huge and unwieldy, making her wonder how the rest of him was ever going to fit.
In the past, he never had. She’d tapped out or he’d come before he got even halfway in. But tonight, she was determined.
He fucked into her in short, shallow thrusts until the thickest part of him pressed against her entrance with each stroke. Each thrust sent an excited thrill up Vi’s spine.
She squeezed his ass, urging him deeper.
“Shit,” he whispered. “You sure?”
Vi nodded, clutching him close. “Just keep going.”
He groaned, sweat-slick hands slipping against her thighs. He surged forward.
A flash of pain, enough to make Vi cry out. Then the widest part of his cock slipped in.
Nick stopped, trembling. “Shit, you alright? Is it too much?”
Vi grinned against his cheek, victorious. She rocked her hips against him, forcing him another inch deeper.
Nick stuttered a groan, hands tightening on her legs. “Fuck. Okay.”
He kissed her, fangs pressing hard against her lips. He kept thrusting, and god, it was delicious like this, the impossibly fat middle of his cock catching on her from the inside. Like she wanted to keep him in.
Finally, she felt it: his balls pressing against her. She’d taken all of him.
“Fuck,” he chanted in her ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Violet. You’re fucking spectacular. Fucking made for me. Violet—”
Vi gasped. The name had never sounded as sweet as it did when Nick groaned it against her neck, his huge arms crushing her close, his impossible cock splitting her apart.
“Violet,” Nick moaned. “Mine.”
It lit a fire in Vi’s veins. She wanted to be his, for him to be hers. For them to belong to each other. She wanted it more than she wanted anything, her fingers tightening unconsciously against his back.
She pulled him back, pressing their foreheads together. “S-say it again.”
Nick’s thrusts wavered. “Which part?”
“Both.”
Nick made a helpless noise. “Mine,” he choked out. “Oh fuck, Violet.”
“Again,” Vi whispered.
Nick did, his hips working faster and faster. The way he sounded, the way he looked at her . . . Vi almost believed she was really his.