Chapter 9 Protective Influences #2
Nick’s breath ragged as she dragged the zipper down, the movement painfully slow. She didn’t look away, holding his gaze as she slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around the hard, throbbing length of him.
A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat.
Celeste grinned. "I like you like this," she whispered, stroking him with just enough pressure to make his thighs tense. "Completely at my mercy."
Nick let out a rough chuckle, but it was tight, strained. "You’re playing with fire, princess."
"Good."
She freed him from his jeans, letting his cock spring thick and heavy into her hand. The heat of him, the sheer size, made her mouth water. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, then bent forward, dragging the tip of her tongue along his length in a slow, wet glide.
Nick cursed, his fingers curling into the sheets, his body vibrating with restraint.
Celeste took him deeper, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue teasing his sensitive head before sliding down, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him in, taking him in completely.
"Jesus Christ," Nick groaned, his head falling back, every muscle in his body going rigid.
Celeste didn’t let up. She set a rhythm, slow and torturous, using her tongue and lips to drive him wild. Every now and then, she pulled back just enough to whisper against his slick, pulsing length. "Who’s in control now?"
Nick’s hands fisted in the sheets, his jaw clenched so tight she thought he might shatter. "Celeste—fuck—"
But before he could lose himself completely, she pulled away, licking her lips as she sat back on her heels.
Nick’s eyes snapped open, his gaze dark and wild. "Not fair," he growled.
Celeste smirked. "Oh, I’m not done with you yet."
She stood, stripping the lace from her body, and climbed onto the bed, pushing him down, straddling him. Nick’s hands shot to her hips, his grip bruising as he tried to flip her, to take control.
Celeste grabbed his wrists and shoved them back against the bed. "No," she said, breathless. "Tonight, you’re mine."
Nick’s chest rose and fell hard, his pulse hammering beneath her touch. "You think you can handle me?"
Celeste leaned down, dragging her tongue along the shell of his ear before whispering, "We shall see!”
And then she sank down onto him, taking in his hot, swollen cock, inch by inch, her body stretching, accommodating the thick, unrelenting size of him.
They both gasped—Nick’s fingers digging into her thighs, Celeste’s head falling back as the sensation stole her breath.
"Fuck," Nick hissed, his muscles trembling beneath her. "You feel—Jesus, Celeste—"
She rolled her hips, slow at first, then faster, finding the perfect rhythm that sent pleasure spiraling through them both. Nick was wrecked beneath her, his body taut, his face twisted in pure, raw pleasure.
"You’re mine," she whispered, rocking against him, making him feel every inch of her.
Nick’s hands shot to her waist, gripping hard as he thrust up into her, his control finally snapping. "Yours," he rasped. "But don’t think for a second I’m letting you get away with this."
Celeste grinned, dragging her nails down his chest, loving the way he shuddered beneath her. "Good," she purred. "Then make me pay for… this."
And with a growl, Nick flipped them, slamming her into the mattress as he drove into her, taking back every bit of control, she’d stolen. And she loved every second of it.
Nick’s control was razor-thin, his body tight with restraint as he drove into her, each thrust harder, deeper, more relentless than the last. Celeste met him stroke for stroke, her nails biting into his shoulders, her head thrown back against the pillows as pleasure built like an unstoppable force.
She was on the edge—(SO CLOSE, TOO CLOSE)—and Nick knew it.
His grip tightened on her wrists, pinning them above her head. To keep her still he grabbed his belt and slipped around her wrists, just tight enough. His mouth then claimed her throat, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, leaving marks of possession against her flushed skin.
“Say it,” he growled against her ear, his breath hot, his voice pure dominance. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Celeste gasped, her body arching as waves of ecstasy began to coil tight inside her.
“Nick,” she whimpered, completely wrecked, completely his.
“Louder,” he commanded, his pace punishing, merciless.
“Nick—fuck—” she screamed his name, pleasure tearing through her like wildfire.
Her entire body shattered beneath him, pulsing, trembling, gripping him so tight it was almost unbearable.
Nick followed seconds later, his body going rigid, his face buried in her neck as he groaned her name, spilling his seed deep inside her with staggering thrusts.
The room spun around them, the air thick with heat and sweat, their bodies tangled in the sheets, both of them shaking, utterly spent.
Nick collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest, their breaths still ragged, their hearts hammering in sync.
Celeste let out a breathless, satisfied laugh, her fingers tapped softly against his damp skin.
“Still think you’re in control?” she murmured.
Nick smirked, his grip tightening on her waist as he rolled on top of her once more.
“Princess,” he murmured darkly, his lips grazing her ear. “I’m just getting started.”
And with one swift motion, he flipped her beneath him again, making damn sure she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.
***
Hours later, Nick lay awake.
Celeste was curled against him, her breathing slow, steady. The world felt quieter here, in this moment. But Nick’s mind wasn’t at peace.
His phone vibrated.
A message.
Anonymous Number: “You’re looking in the wrong places, Malone. It’s not just Adrian. Look into the family secrets, she’s not telling you.”
Nick’s grip tightened around the phone.
His gaze turned to Celeste, asleep, vulnerable, trusting.
A new, unshakable thought crept into his mind.
What wasn’t she telling him?