22. Nick
NICK
I Have Dreamed - The King and I
“Mmm,” she purrs in answer.
I don’t want to leave her side, even to put on a record, but I want to dance with her more. Move with her in my arms.
“This one.” June reaches up, plucking a record from my shelf. She sets it on my record player and smiles at the click and scratch of it as it starts up. “One of my favorite sounds. Reminds me of when I was little.”
Nina Simone sings, “Do I Move You?” over my speakers.
Juniper turns, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing herself into me. We line up perfectly together. She sways in the barest imitation of dancing. My hands drop from her waist to her hips, her thighs, and back up—dragging her dress with them.
I slide my hands to her ass, the calluses on my fingers catching on the smooth silk of her panties.
I want to fist them in my grip and tug and tear until she’s bared to me.
I turn her with purposeful steps, walking her into my kitchen as I kiss her slow and deep, certain.
It’s different from our fervent, stolen kisses at Conservatory.
One hand travels up her spine to the back of her head, as I angle her exactly where I want her and sweep my tongue in her hot mouth.
Her back hits the kitchen counter, and her breath hitches.
Fuck, I love her little noises. I’ve dreamt of how many ways I’ll get her to make them.
I lift her ass to the counter, and without missing a beat, her legs go around my waist. She rocks her hips, rubbing against me, and stars explode in the corners of my vision.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last when you grind that perfect pussy against me.” I breathe against her neck, sucking and lapping at her delicate skin.
She shudders as she exhales. “I didn’t know you’d be a dirty talker.”
I hook a finger under the tiny little strap of her dress and drag it down her shoulder, trailing kisses in its path. “You like that?”
Her breasts heave as I kiss my way across her collarbone, giving her other shoulder the same treatment. June’s fingers card through my hair, pulling. “Uh huh.”
“That’s right.” My tongue slides to her breast, licking and teasing her through her dress. “I’ll tell you every filthy, exquisite thing I’m gonna do to you.”
“Yes, please ,” she says, gasping when I take her nipple between my teeth through the fabric.
“Good?” My fingers shake as they go to the row of small buttons on her dress.
“God, yeah.” Her voice is low, barely more than a whisper.
I undo each button with care. My fingers have ached to unbutton her since I saw her in this dress.
I could just rip the damn things off, but I’ve dreamt about this for so long and I’m determined to savor her, burn each second in my brain so I never, ever forget the first night I get to hold her in my arms.
June’s fingers tangle with mine. “Faster,” she urges.
I chuckle, low and dark. I’ve unbuttoned enough that her dress would easily slip off her shoulders, but I say, “Oh, no. This fucking dress drove me crazy all night. Now you know how hard it is to wait.”
She whimpers in response, her hands flitting to the button on my jeans. “Oh, has it been hard?” she teases. “Let me feel.”
My eyes flit from these tiny, maddening buttons to her face. Her blue eyes are dark, pupils wide, and trained on the zipper of my jeans.
“Take me out,” I grunt.
Her hands slip to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Nails scoring lightly over my chest until she gets to the placket of my jeans. The button comes undone with a pop, and I slide down the zipper. It’s loud, filthy, over our panting breaths and the music from the other room.
The second she slides her hand in my briefs, and her fingers close around my cock, I groan. She pumps me once, slow, and a tremor runs down my spine, sparking fire. Her tongue darts out, wets her lips, and it takes all my resolve not to sink into her right now.
I grind my back teeth together, forcing my hands to undo the last few buttons. Her dress gapes open, her tits heavy, pretty pink nipples begging for my mouth. “You’re perfect, angel.”
“I want to be that for you,” she whispers.
I lick one with my tongue, pinching the other lightly. I blow air across it, wet and glistening from my mouth, and her skin pebbles. “You already are.”
She arches her back, pressing her gorgeous tits into my mouth. My hands slip to her waist, pulling at her panties. “Can I?”
“Yes,” she hisses, lifting her hips for me to slide everything down her thighs.
My heart is hammering, squeezed in a fist and beating out of my fucking chest seeing June naked, splayed on my counter. My own personal feast. “There’s nothing more gorgeous than this, than you.”
She laughs once, rolling her eyes. But that won’t do. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and hold her gaze. “You think I’m joking?”
“No, but?—”
“Then let me tell you how fucking perfect you are.” I’ve kept these words locked up tight behind my rib cage for years, and now that they’re out, I can’t stuff them back in. I need to tell her, I’ll fucking combust if I don’t.
“Nick,” she pleads.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no.” Her eyes are wide, that one word tremulous.
My hands slide to her thighs, pulling them apart even wider. “You’re gonna take what I give you, aren’t you?”
Breath wheezes out of her, speechless. But she nods.
“’Cause I plan on giving you my mouth, and my fingers, and my aching cock, June.” And my heart , but those are words I still need to hold back, for a little longer at least. “So let me give you compliments, too.”
She whispers, “Okay.”
I sink to my knees in front of her, her pupils expanding even further. “Show me this pussy. Let me see what’s mine.”
She leans back, tilting her hips up, giving me my first glimpse of heaven.
I swallow, but my mouth is completely dry.
June’s soaked , her arousal slicking her thighs, shining, and smelling so fucking delicious—sweet and musky, the only thing I want to taste for the rest of my life.
I run a knuckle up her seam, her juices coating my finger. “All of this, it’s for me?”
When I look up, her eyes are on mine, the corner of her lip between her teeth.
“Say it,” I growl. More heat floods out of her from my tone. Fuck, as if she couldn’t be more perfect.
“I’m so wet for you. I need you.” Her knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the counter.
I slide my hands over hers, prying them from the counter to rest on the back of my head. “Take what you need, angel. Ride my face.”
There’s no hesitation as she pushes the back of my head until my nose bumps her slit. I lick up to her clit, teasing circles around it, then flattening my tongue against her. June pulls on my hair, hips making these tight little spirals.
I slip a finger, then two, into her pussy, and she immediately clenches down on me.
I can’t help myself, my free hand pumps my cock, desperate to fuck into her.
I move the way I know she likes, my tongue and fingers speeding up.
I’d love to keep her here writhing on my tongue for hours, but if I don’t fuck her soon, I’m gonna come in my hand.
Her walls flutter against my fingers, and I groan as wetness gushes from her. I squeeze all my muscles tight, willing myself not to spill in my briefs from the feel of her, the taste, the slick sounds of her soaking wet pussy against my mouth.
She relaxes her grip on my hair, and I look up. Hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, lazy smile curling her pillowy lips. “Gorgeous,” I rasp. “Fucking gorgeous when you come.”
Her hands slide to my jaw, pulling me up to her, and licking into my mouth. “I can taste myself on you,” she pants.
“Delicious,” I murmur as I stand. I pull her closer to me, hands on her waist as my thumbs brush the underside of her tits.
She arches her back, rocking her hips into me. “I need to feel you.”
I can’t stop my smile, knowing I thoroughly pleasured her and she’s still greedy for me. But I hiss as one of her hands closes around my dick, sticky from the precum that leaked from me as I ate her out. “Wait,” I croak.
“Why?” she whines, but it morphs into a cry when I press my thumb on her clit.
“This first time”—my voice, absolutely guttural, ghosts over her tits as I brush my lips over her nipples—“I’m gonna lay you out, take my time. I want you in my bed, under me, screaming my name.”
“Yes. That’s a good plan. I like that plan. Can we do that now?” Her thighs shake as they wrap around my waist, squeezing until her pussy is pressed up right against me.
I lift her from the counter, hands splayed over the rounded globes of her ass. “Say please.”
She buries a whimper against my neck, her teeth skimming over the tendons. I take the stairs up, and I swear with every step, she grinds that sweet pussy against me. Hard.
“I said, say please.” I smack her ass cheek, the sound almost as loud as her gasp, then massage the sting.
“Please.” Her lips trail up my throat to my ear, panting again. “Please, please, please."
I slide through the door to my bedroom at the end of the hall, tossing her onto my bed, and her tits bounce with the motion. I can’t wait to make them bounce while I’m driving into her. My hands flex, missing the feel of her skin already.
June
I grab for Nick, needing the press of his body on mine. He pushes his jeans and briefs down and kicks them off. He’s about to move over me, but my breath catches. I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he pauses, letting me look my fill.
His bare arms are usually enough to send me into the horny stratosphere. But the thick, rounded caps of his shoulders? The hair on his chest, descending past his hard stomach to the literal most perfect dick I’ve ever seen?
Yeet me into outer fucking space.
I am floating .