Chapter 49
Nikita
We got Britney back to her hotel room and of course the entire bridal party had to be involved in the process. She didn’t need that many people hovering over her as they put her to bed, so I’m careful to keep my distance. While I’d like to think that a lot of the people around her do care, I know that isn’t the case with everyone.
I stand in the lounge area of the suite, hearing the voices and movements coming from the main bedroom. “Can someone grab her make-up wipes?” I hear Kendra shout, “She can’t go to bed with that still on.” With the amount of people hovering around her and the exhaustion that came over her in the uber, there is no way I am going to get the chance to speak to her. I need another plan and that means passing this information on to Calvin. I don’t know how he is going to take the news considering he is also about to find out he had been cheated on at one point, but these are his friends and he will know what the best way forward will be to handle it.
I walk over and peer my head in the room, watching the commotion of everyone fussing about over Britney. I am getting claustrophobic just watching them. All she needs is a good night’s sleep - not this constant hovering. There is no getting close to her right now, so I figure now is my time to slip out of here.
“Thanks for the evening, Kendra.”
With a pack of makeup wipes in her hand, she shuffles out of the en-suite bathroom, sending a quick goodbye in my direction as she goes over to her sister who has already passed out. I say a general goodbye to everyone and slip out of the hotel room, but not before being called back by the one person I don’t have any time for.
“Nikita, wait!”
I take a deep breath in and will myself the energy as I turn to face Violet approaching me. “You’re not going to say anything to Calvin about all this, right?”
I look at her, dumbfounded, yet not surprised by her question, “Why not?”
She folds her arms across her chest, straightening up as she attempts to look unphased by all this, but there has already been a crack in that perfect demeanor of hers. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you, or him for that matter.”
My eyes roll, frustration now oozing from me at her complete lack of disregard for how her actions did in fact have to do with him. She waits for me to respond, but since I can’t form any words that wouldn’t be telling her off, I turn on my heels and leave. She calls for me, but I ignore her as my patience continues to wear thin.
All I want is to get back to my hotel room and see Calvin again. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his company until I felt a glimmer of excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. There is a whirlwind of emotions happening inside of me. I enjoyed the bubble that Calvin and I have been in a little too much. There is no more pretending between us. This is real. More real than anything I experienced before and that scares me. In a few days time, we are heading back to reality and I don’t know what that means for us.
Us- my God, listen to me.
I’m already referring to us as a unit and I know that my heart is now involved. I am falling for Calvin. No matter how much I want to pretend that is no longer the case, I can’t. When he gives me his attention, I have it all, to the point that it makes me feel overwhelmed at times. I have never felt this seen before. When I speak, he listens. When silence settles around us, it’s a comfortable one. One that is filled with understanding and the realization that we don’t need to try to fill the space with conversations for the sake of it. When we speak, we delve into the deepest parts of ourselves. I don’t have an explanation for why it’s so easy to share things with him - it just is.
I unlock the door to our hotel room and to my surprise, Calvin is already inside. He is leaning against the counter with his phone in his hand. He lifts his head, his eyes lighting up as he meets my gaze causing my heart to skip a beat in the process.
“Hi.”
“Hey,” he says with a smile, placing his phone down as he straightens up.
“How’d you get in?”
He flashes me another white key card, “Extra card. I was just about to call you to find out where you were.”
I shut the door behind me, walking over to where he stands. I move to place my bag down on the counter. “Britney had to be put to bed, but there were enough people doing that so I didn’t need to stay any longer. How was your night?”
“Shit, yours?”
“Same.”
Now is the perfect opportunity to speak to him about what I know, but I am struggling to focus my thoughts on that with him in front of me looking as good as he did. He takes a step closer to me, the smell of his lingering cologne entering my airwaves, sending a rush through my body. “I missed you.”
“You did?”
“I did. I had to ditch the bachelor party because of it.” His eyes drop to my lips before flicking up to meet mine again, but not before my stomach flips, “I wanted to see you.” His hand reaches out and grabs mine, pulling me towards him until our bodies press up against each other. The heat between our touch is enough to turn my brain foggy and send my heart into a tailspin. He consumes me.
“Did you miss me?” He asks.
I flick my eyes to his, “No.”
A small smirk pulls on his lips, “Liar.”
I reciprocate the smile, “I don’t want to feed your ego too much, Rhodes. I think I’ve already stroked it a bit too much on this trip.”
His hand slips around my waist, his fingertips brushing over my bare skin. My breath gets caught in my throat as he leans closer. His lips hovering close to mine, “I’m not going to lie, I’m struggling to focus on anything you’re saying right now.” His hand slides down my bare back, resting over my ass, “All I’ve been thinking about is kissing you again.”
Arousal pulses through my veins, “What are you waiting for?”
“If I start kissing you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”
Tilting my head back, I lean closer, my lips barely brushing against his. Tension seeps between us, threatening to suffocate us at any moment now. Any other thoughts or conversations are going to have to wait because I can’t think straight. One moment I am a fully-functioning human being and the next I’m a puddle of arousal without the ability to harness any brain power for a normal thought. All thanks to him.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
His hand disappears into my hair as he presses his erection against me. “I’m never going to get enough of you.” And without giving me the chance to respond, his lips are on mine and I’m pressed up against the wall again. We hand ourselves over to the tension. My body celebrates the victory of getting what she wants as his tongue coaxes my mouth open. He tastes of faint bourbon and mint, a combination that has my body reeling. He places his leg between mine, forcing them open as he leans into me, eliciting a groan from me as the pressure starts to build between my legs. My arousal turns from a calm level of desire to a full-on desperate frenzy to have him, now.
I cup his erection on the outside of his pants, causing him to nip at my bottom lip as his one hand grabs either side of my cheeks. “You see what you do to me?” His words are breathy and full of his own desperation that I mirror in my movements.
“I’m not sorry.”
His lips pull into a smile that sends my heart reeling as he eyes my hand against his erection. “Are you going to just stand there being a tease, or are you going to do something about that?”
“You just want to see me on my knees.”
“If you don’t get on yours, I’m getting on mine and helping myself to you.”
I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the surging pressure. I can feel I’m wet as the slickness seeps out of me onto my underwear. I remove my hand from his erection with every intention of helping myself to him, but his impatience has him moving before I can.
Dropping down to one knee, Calvin pushes the material of my dress up, exposing my underwear to him. I barely have time to register a thought before my underwear is at my ankles, Calvin instructing me to step out of them. He grabs the lacy black thong and shoves it in his back pocket.
“I want those back.”
“Not happening,” he says with a chuckle, “I need to leave here with a souvenir.” He slips his hand between my legs, prompting them to open further as he grabs my one leg and tosses it over his shoulder. He wastes no time before burying his face between my legs. His tongue slips between my folds, already threatening to have my legs cave beneath me. I lean my head back against the wall, small moans already falling from my lips as he plunges his tongue deep inside of me.
I manage to exhale, soaking in what it feels like to have him help himself to me with a ravenous greed. My hand slips into his hair, gripping at it as he moves up to my clit, sucking on the sensitive nub as he slips a finger inside of me, “O-oh, yes.”
My walls tighten around him as he settles on a rhythm that has me writhing against him, my hips buckling to meet his movements. “Just like that, baby.” His words vibrate against me.
His free hand slips over my bare ass, gripping at it as he feasts on me. I am barely able to contain the volume at which his name falls from my lips in response to the way he sends my body into a frenzy, the pleasure building to the point that I think I am going to explode.
“I-I can’t take anymore.”
“You can.”
He slips a second finger inside of me and with a twirl of his tongue over my swollen clit before sucking at it again, I explode with a fresh orgasm and cum all over his lips. My eyes shut, stars in my vision as the pleasure blankets over every part of my body. I barely have time to register when Calvin places my leg back down and his lips are on mine again, sharing a taste of myself with me.
His body is pressed against mine, his erection pushing up against my, already sensitive, clit and which brings to life a second rush of arousal. There’s no time for me to register my previous orgasm before my body is greedy for another one. I reach for the button of his pants, desperate to free him to me as my body begs for him. Either he reads my frantic energy or he wants to fuck me just as badly, but in a swift movement, he pushes his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock to me.
I wrap my fingers around him, sliding them down his length before returning to the top, precum now on the side of my finger. I wipe at it and bring it to my lips, tasting him.
“Fuck me,” he breaths.
“I was going to say that.”
He grabs my leg and hooks it around his waist, using his free hand to steady his cock as we adjust to allow him access to the entrance of my pussy. His eyes jump up to meet mine as he teases me with his tip, sliding down my folds, “Do you want me to get a condom?”
I shake my head, “I’m on birth control.”
“Pill?”
“Injection.”
“Never thought I’d be so thankful for an injection.”
I laugh as we both shift, allowing me space to reach between my legs using my fingers to open myself up to him. His tip presses against my entrance, moving slow at first but sinking deeper as he stretches me to match his size. The skin to skin contact already has my sensitive pussy tightening around him.
“You good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
We both watch as he disappears inside of me, both of us exhaling with sweet relief. He slowly moves before pausing, leaning his forehead against mine. I move my hips but his hands come down on me, “Wait.”
Our chests rise and fall at the same rhythm, both of us taking in this moment. I feel every part of him deep inside of me, even the pulsing of his cock. “You feel fucking amazing.” He grips at my leg around his waist, securing it as he starts to thrust inside of me. I use the wall to keep me balanced as I match his movements, each thrust allowing him to get deeper. My eyes roll back, my head falling to the side as he increases his pace.
“From now on, this is the only way I want to see you rolling your eyes at me.”
I open my mouth to respond, but he grabs my other leg, lifting me to wrap around his waist, securing me up against the wall before slamming me down on him.
“O-oh, fuck!”
He fucks me with a wildfire desperation, consuming everything in its path in a frantic attempt to find solace. I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his skin as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge with each thrust deep inside of me. I can feel my body going limp as the orgasm builds.
“Close - I’m so close.”
“Wait for me, Nikita.” His voice is breathless as we pick up the rhythm, leveling up from what I am already struggling to handle, still I do my best to hold my climax back from exploding.
“I can’t.”
“Almost there, baby.”
I cry out from pleasure as my orgasm explodes, not being able to hold back for a moment longer. Calvin can’t stop his own moans and within seconds, he pulls out of me, my legs finding the ground as his orgasm explodes onto the outside of my dress.
His arms come around me, steadying me as my legs threaten to give way, both of us breathing heavily as we reel from our orgasms. Being fucked raw by him elicits the most mind-blowing orgasms I’ve ever had.
He drops his forehead against mine, “You okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Sorry about your dress.”
I exhale laughter, still trying to calm my heart rate down, “You’ll buy me a new one.”
“Deal.”