Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Samantha
The moment we cross the threshold into my apartment, Nick’s hands are on me again, one tangled in my hair, the other gripping my waist like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.
His mouth never leaves mine as he kicks the door shut behind us, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a shiver down my spine.
I don’t know how we make it to the bedroom.
One second, we’re stumbling against the back of the couch, his teeth nipping at my lower lip.
The next, my knees hit the edge of my mattress, and I’m falling backward with Nick looming over me, his broad frame blocking out the moonlight filtering through my curtains.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, really look at me, and something in his expression makes my breath catch. There’s hunger there, sure, but also reverence, like he’s been waiting for this moment far longer than the few weeks we’ve known each other.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough, his fingers tracing the hem of my sweater. “I’ve been imagining this. Imagining you.”
A flush spreads across my skin, heat pooling between my thighs. I should feel vulnerable. I should be second-guessing this, overthinking every touch, every breath. But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m something precious, something his, chases away every doubt.
His hands move slowly, deliberately, as he peels my sweater up and over my head. The cool air hits my skin, but I barely notice because Nick’s gaze is a brand, searing everywhere it lands. My bra follows, and when my breasts spill free, his breath hitches.
“Perfect,” he growls, palming one, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it’s hard and aching. “So fucking perfect.”
I whimper, arching into his touch, clinging to his shoulders. He's still fully dressed in his Henley and jeans, and I'm nearly ready to rip the fabric from him. But the way he's worshipping me with his hands, mouth, and words makes it hard to concentrate on anything but what he's doing to me.
“Nick.” His name spills from my lips like a prayer.
“I've got you, darlin'.” His mouth follows the path his hands just took, kissing a trail toward the dip of my waist. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and panties, dragging them down my legs in one smooth motion. “Let me look at you.”
I do. I let him see me. He takes in every scar, every curve, every part of me I’ve hidden away for so long. And when his gaze lands between my thighs, his pupils blow wide, his chest rumbling with approval.
“Fuck, Samantha.” His voice is strained, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh, inching closer, closer. “Look at this pretty pussy. So wet for me already.”
A shudder wracks my body as his index finger glides up my slit, parting me just enough to tease. My hips jerk toward his touch, desperate for more, but he pulls back with a dark chuckle.
“Eager, aren’t you?” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other, his breath hot against my skin. “I love that. Love how much you want this.”
I do. God, I do. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer, but he takes his time, kissing, nipping, licking his way up my thighs until I’m trembling, until I’m begging.
“Nick, please…”
His laugh vibrates against my skin. “Since you asked so nicely.”
And then his mouth is on me.
I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as his tongue drags through my folds, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of me.
He licks and sucks, his fingers digging into my hips to hold me still as I writhe beneath him.
When he finally latches onto my clit, sucking it between his lips, my vision goes white.
“Oh, my God!” My fingers tighten in his hair, my thighs clamping around his head as I ride his face, chasing the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me. “Nick, I’m…”
“That’s it, darlin’,” he growls against me, his voice rough with need. “Come for me.”
And I do. I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me in waves so intense I swear I see stars. Wait. No. It’s snowflakes, sparkling behind my eyelids.
My cry echoes through the room, my body trembling as Nick laps at me, drawing out every last shudder.
When I finally collapse back against the mattress, boneless and breathless, Nick pulls away just enough to press another kiss to my inner thigh before sitting up. His lips glisten, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches me.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice a low rumble.
I’m still catching my breath when he stands, his hands going to the hem of his Henley. He pulls it off in one fluid motion, and my mouth goes dry.
I knew he was muscular. I’d felt the hard planes of his chest when he kissed me, the strength in his arms when he held me. But seeing him bare now, his skin mapped with old scars and his muscles carved by hard, physical labor, it’s overwhelming.
“You’re…” I swallow, my gaze raking over him. “You’re built.”
His laugh is a deep, rich sound as he kicks off his boots, his fingers working the button of his jeans. “And you’re stunning.”
The jeans hit the floor, and my breath catches.
Oh.
He’s commando.
And he’s…huge.
Thick, long, veined, the head already flushed dark with arousal. My pulse spikes, a mix of anticipation and a flicker of nerves. I’ve never…God, I don’t know if I can…
“Hey.” Nick’s voice is soft as he climbs back onto the bed, bracketing my hips with his knees. His cock juts between us, heavy and demanding, but his touch is gentle as he cups my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. “It’s okay, darlin'. You can take it. I know you can.”
I believe him.
I want to.
His thumb brushes my lower lip, his gaze locked on mine as he guides himself to my entrance. The first press of him against me is a shock: hot, thick, real. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Easy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my temple, then the corner of my mouth. “Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”
He sinks in slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, to stretch around him. The burn is intense, but so is the pleasure, the fullness, the way he fills me so completely I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“Nick,” His name is a whimper, a plea, a prayer.
“Samantha.” His hips roll, shallow at first, letting me feel every ridge of him. “You’re perfect. So tight. Gods, you feel so good. Look at you. Look at how we fit together.”
His words send another rush of heat through me, my body clenching around him. He groans, his forehead dropping to mine as he starts to move in earnest. Deep, measured strokes that have me clawing at his back, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“That’s it,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Fuck, Samantha, you feel amazing.”
I can’t speak. I can only feel the drag of him inside me, the way his cock hits some deep, hidden spot with every thrust, the way his breath catches when I dig my heels into his ass, urging him deeper.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice rough. “I want to see you come again.”
I don’t hesitate. My fingers find my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, the dual sensation sending me spiraling higher, faster.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, his hips snapping harder, his cock swelling inside me. “Come on, darlin’. Let go for me.”
And I do.
My orgasm hits like a storm, my back arching, and my pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Nick groans, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release, his fingers biting into my hips.
But he doesn’t come.
Not yet.
With a growl, he pulls out, flipping me onto my hands and knees before I can even process the loss of him. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him as he notches himself at my entrance again.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, his cock sliding home in one deep thrust that has me crying out. “So fucking gorgeous like this.”
He takes me hard from behind, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound obscene, filthy. One hand tangles in my hair, tugging just enough to make my back arch, while the other reaches around to toy with my breasts, pinching my nipples until I’m sobbing his name.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his cock pistoning in and out of me. “Take it, Samantha. Take all of me.”
I can feel another orgasm building, my body coiling tight, my pussy fluttering around him.
“Nick, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” His free hand slides down, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. “Come on, sweetheart. Milk my cock just like that.”
His words send me over the edge. My release crashes into me, my walls clamping down around him so hard I hear him roar. His cock pulses deep inside me as he comes, his seed coating my walls, marking me in a way that feels primal.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. His chest heaves against my back as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
Then he pulls out slowly, and I collapse onto the mattress, my body humming, my mind blissfully empty.
Nick stretches out beside me, pulling me against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my spine.
And not once do I think this is a mistake.
At least…not yet.