Chapter 43
Calvin
Iwas ready to fuck Nikita in that elevator if given the chance.
When she asked me to come up with her, it was over. Whatever self-control I had or logical voice attempting to steer me away from this, it’s long gone.
I can still feel her wet heat on my fingers and I’m desperate to get us inside so I can finish what I started. My cock is about to burst, each pulse furthering the swelling that has already started.
We enter the hotel room and I shut the door behind us, making sure it’s locked. Turning back to face her, the air turns thin. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her eyes reaching mine with a sense of caution.
I close the proximity between us. “If we think about this too long, we’ll talk ourselves out of it.” When I make it to her, she turns and her back finds the kitchen island, “I don’t want to talk anymore, Nikita. I need to be inside you.”
Her eyes glaze with desire as she utters one word filled with a desperation that mirrors my own, “Please.”
There is nothing that matters more in this moment than her. I grip her waist and lift her onto the counter, a small gasp escapes her lips as a result, but I catch it with my kiss. Wasting no time I slip my tongue between her lips, coaxing them open for me. Her hands grip at my shirt, ripping it open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor has me pulling away from her.
“You ripped my shirt,” I mutter between our kisses.
“That was the intention.” She pushes at my chest as I open the towel around her waist, my fingers disappearing between her legs. Whatever else she was going to say disappears on her lips as the words turn to moans.
“You’re lucky I didn’t care for it very much,” I say, slipping a second finger inside of her.
I soak in watching how she writhes at my touch, her eyes rolling back from the way I push her body further to her climax. Knowing that I am capable of eliciting this reaction out of her has me desperate to keep doing it. I want to please her. To be the one to see her at her most vulnerable and pure.
Logic used to be in the driver’s seat of my mind, but that was long gone.
I am going to fuck Nikita.
She gasps as my thumb finds her clit, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Cal-”
I bury my face in her neck, running the tip of my nose up towards her jaw, breathing her in before my lips find her skin. I apply pressure against her clit, my fingers working their way inside of her as her moans fill the room. Applying the right amount of pressure on her clit, her body writhing beneath me. I watched her do that last night and quickly became obsessed with that image.
There is nothing sexier than watching Nikita cum.
I pull her back to me, her face hovering close to mine as her lips form the perfect ‘o’ shape as I continue my rhythm inside of her, “Remember when you hated me?”
A breathless laugh falls from her lips as her hand finds the back of my neck, digging her nails into my skin, “Maybe I still do.”
“I’d believe you more if this wasn’t your cum all over my fingers right now.” I nip at her bottom lip, another groan falling from her lips before I catch it with my kiss.
“I-I’m close.”
“Good.”
I pull away and remove my fingers in the process which results in her immediate protest, but once I replace them with my tongue, she has no complaints. She tastes fucking incredible.
I feel her hands in my hair, gripping at it as she releases her hips to meet my rhythm. I work my tongue over her and attend to her clit, sucking and licking until she can’t hold back any longer and I feel her release on my lips, making me desperate to cum myself.
She collapses against the counter, but I am nowhere close to being done with her. I am aching to be inside of her. I grab her hands and pull her up. Pink stains her cheeks and sweat beads along her hairline, she looks flushed, and so beautiful.
“You’re achingly beautiful.” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them. Her eyes light up at the compliment, something deeper settling amongst the arousal at my words. I don’t know how anyone can be around her without telling her that.
Her hand rests against my bare chest, branding me with her touch, “Another compliment? That’s got to be a new record.”
My eyes drop to her lips as I lean into her. “What have you done to me?”
I don’t give her time to answer before my lips slam against hers, no longer wanting to waste another moment without being inside of her. Desperation fuels both of our movements as I lift her up, wrapping her legs around mine and moving us into the bedroom.
I toss her down on the bed.
“Hey! Precious cargo here - you have to be gentle.”
“You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who wants me to be gentle.”
The way her eyes light up at my words tells me everything I need to know. Her lips pull into a smirk, “You’re right.”
“My two new favorite words to hear from you.” I pull my shirt off, kicking off my shoes in the process, “Remove your bikini.”
She props up onto her elbows, glaring at me. She always glares at me, but this particular look has arousal all over it, “Don’t get used to telling me what to do.”
I snicker. “I wouldn’t dare.”
She pulls at the string of her bikini top, allowing it to fall to the bed. Her bottoms are next. My eyes dropped over her, soaking in a naked Nikita. “I can’t believe we haven’t been doing this sooner.”
“Well, you were a di-”
“Dick, yes. I was.” I drop between her legs, moving over her as I breathe in her intoxicating natural scent. In the blink of an eye, everything changes between Nikita and I. “That won’t happen again, cause I’ll be damned if I do anything to ruin this.”