NOT SHARING WITH ANYBODY
TALLULAH
Max Welles was a professional track cyclist who began his Olympic career as an alpine ski racer for the Winter Olympics two years ago. He was multi-talented, internationally ranked—one of the top Canadian names for the summer.
His chestnut hair was shoulder length, smooth and pressed to his skull. He joked it was because of the constant helmets he had to wear. Max had a thick Canadian accent and laughed when I asked him to clarify the nicknames for Canadian money.
I’d met him a few hours ago. He was the subject for my profile.
What was he doing here?
His lips curved for a surprised smile as he stepped out to the rooftop. He cleared his throat. “You weren’t—uh—wearing that when I saw you this morning. Jeez.”
I immediately stood up, smoothing down my dress. “Hello, Mr. Welles—”
“We’re the same age, Tallulah. You don’t have to call me mister.” He made his way towards the table. “Are you here for the Grizzly Peaks luncheon? The ski club? Is this part of the profile?”
Was that who rented the rooftop for the private event? The blush burned. “Um, no, I’m getting lunch—”
“Alone?”
“Um—”
“Ah, you’re on a date, eh?”
“We’re friends,” I managed.
My panties buzzed between my legs, and my body instantly responded. Pleasure rushed through my veins. What—now?! I squeaked so high-pitched, I clapped a hand over my mouth. Not quick enough. The vibrations stopped as soon as they began and I stuttered, frozen into place.
“Are you okay?” Max asked, curious.
My gaze flashed to Nick, pushing the door open, his eyes locked on mine, jaw clenched. He mouthed his words. “Get. Rid. Of. Him.”
Nick had no idea that Max was my subject for the internship. As subtle as I could, I shook my head.
Nick was relentless. “Tell him to get out.”
I couldn’t have been as subtle as I thought. Max checked over his shoulder to see who I was gawking at. He made a noise of acknowledgment. “Kurosawa?”
Wait. Did they know each other?
“Welles,” Nick said, his greeting cold.
“It’s been a while, eh? How long’s it been? Hard to remember with—”
“Not long enough.”
“Heard you got kicked out of Minnesota,” Max said, lips pursed, face drawn in sympathy. “Must’ve been tough getting kicked out again.”
“You wouldn’t know,” Nick retorted. “You’d have to be invited first.”
I couldn’t believe how icy Nick was to Max. I tried to ease the tension, smooth things over. “Max is the subject for my profile, I’ll be working with him for the rest of the summer.”
“How’s that going to work?” Nick asked. “How many times can you write ‘fifth place ribbon?’”
“Nick,” I said, shocked.
“I’ll tell Tomasini you said hello,” Max said pleasantly.
“Yeah? I’ll tell you how nice it feels when I still have a career in three years,” Nick replied, tugging me towards the door.
I couldn’t believe Nick would say something so callous to Max. “Max, I’m so sorry, Nick didn’t mean that, he’s kidding—”
“No harm, Tallulah.” Max smirked. “That dress is a real beaut.”
I stumbled along with Nick until we were away from the crowded tables, I yanked my hand from his. “Nick, what was that?”
He pressed the button for the elevator. “Why were you talking to him?”
“Max was saying hi—”
“He, the guy with a boner, drooling on you, was saying hi?”
“He’s the subject for my profile!”
“Don’t be naive, Tallulah. He wants to fuck. It’s obvious.”
I stalked into the empty elevator. Even if Nick didn’t like Max, why couldn’t he have put on a professional face for me? “You—you’re being an asshole!”
“I don’t care,” he retorted. “I bought the dress, I picked out the restaurant, I planned this—”
“You’re still being an asshole!”
“That’s my hour with you. I’m not sharing that with anybody. Especially not some smug prick who—”
“Celibate!”
Nick fell silent, eyes widening at my use of our safe word. I left the elevator, and he was right on my heels, his tone so much softer. “Tallulah, I didn’t mean it like that—”
“I don’t care,” I threw at him.
“Hold on—” He stood in front of me to stop me, but I easily bypassed him. “Tallulah, please—”
His car was in one of the quiet corners of the parking garage, the lights dim overhead. I stood beside it, arms crossed. “I need my purse. It’s locked in the glove compartment.”
“Let me drive you home—”
“No.”
“Please.”
“I had the best time with you,” I said suddenly. “Why did you have to ruin it? I hate the internship, but you know how important it is to me! What am I supposed to say to Max tomorrow?”
Nick unlocked the car and slipped in with me while I used his key to open the locked glove compartment. “I’m sorry—”
“That’s not good enough!”
“I’ve been tracking the dress’s delivery since last Monday, and—”
“And?”
“I was waiting to take you out all weekend,” he admitted. “I was counting down the minutes—you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Then the Tomasini call fucked it up.”
My eyes flickered to his. I forgot about the Tomasini call.
“He was a huge, berating asshole. Which, whatever, that was fine, because I was coming back to you. But there was Max. Looking at you like that. And I—I—”
As quickly as my anger flared, it diminished to a steady ember, warm inside. I’d never seen Nick apologetic before. Not like this. His eyes were on the steering wheel, like he couldn’t bear to look at me. Shame radiated from him. He stumbled through his apology, vulnerability shining through.
He couldn’t stop apologizing. Because above all else, Nick didn’t want me to leave the car.
“I was really excited for lunch. I missed you so much in Calgary,” he mumbled. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I know how important the internship is to you. I’d never want to…”
I was touched that he was so worried about this at all, that he was panicking over me being mad at him.
My heartbeat was a steady thump in my ears. I was alive, and still feeling so much from the denied orgasm. Feeling so much from him. His warmth, the smell of his cologne, the way his eyebrows knitted together, disappointed in himself.
With a deep breath, I touched his shirt collar, bringing him down to me.
I gazed at him, taking a moment. Whatever was written on my face must’ve been obvious. Surprise flickered through his eyes and I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his.
Kissing him.
To taste someone after an experience like that…I shivered, kissing him again. I could feel the little lines of his lips, the catch in his breath. I touched his jaw, relishing his muscles flexing under my fingertips.
Nick slowly kissed me back to see what I’d do, but I’d been waiting to touch him. Throughout lunch, throughout the week. I wanted him.
“Fuck, Tallulah,” he choked out. “Fuck.”
“You’re right, I do have limits,” I said, kissing him again. “You acting like an asshole is a hard limit.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “I’m so sorry.”
I kissed him harder. “Don’t do it again.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise.”
“I promise.”
My panties were still damp. I desperately wanted to cum—needed to cum. And without the vibrations, the plastic part of the underwear was uncomfortable in this position. I moved without thinking, urged on by the sensations ruling my body. I yanked off the underwear.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked, his voice husky.
What did he think I was doing?
Our eyes met.
I didn’t think. All I could do was grab the lever for his seat and shove down hard.
His driver’s seat thumped back and Nick’s hands were on me, pulling me to climb into his lap.
We were frantic. Our heavy breaths the only sound, interrupted with the kissing, more tongue than anything. We touched, groped, squeezed each other, dry-humping with mere fabric between us.
“You look so fucking good, you feel so fucking good,” he rasped. “You’re a fucking dream, aren’t you?”
“Why’d you edge me for so long?” I whined.
“Because I’m a selfish asshole. Because it was so hot.” He kissed my throat, sucking the skin. “I’m going to make it up to you. I’ll fuck you so good tomorrow.”
Tomorrow?
My stomach clenched. Oh my god, we were only making out. This was another orgasm denial experience all over again. Hell, no. I couldn’t handle it. I had to cum—I needed to cum.
My fingers were unsteady, unbuttoning his pants. “Do you have a condom?”
“What? We’re having sex tomorrow—”
“No. We’re having sex now.”
“Tallulah, you’re the one who wants to wait,” he pointed out, grabbing my wrists. I was no match for how strong he was. He easily stopped me from moving. “You’re the one who needs the emotional thing or whatever—”
“Put on the condom.”
His eyebrows knitted together. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“No bullshit?”
“No bullshit.”
“Because I don’t want to have the best fucking sex, and you tell me later that you wish we would’ve waited. That would fucking crush me, Tallulah,” he rasped, pleading. “Please don’t do that to me. I can wait, I can wait fifty fucking years, I just can’t handle you being disappointed—”
His grip slackened and I grabbed his jaw. “You edged me for a fucking hour. Put. On. The. Condom.”
His words disappeared, and he was quick with it, grabbing a condom out of his glove compartment, rolling it on. It was that fast. Nick lifted me up, guiding me to kiss him, bringing me closer.
I melted into him. “Oh…”
“I want you to want me, Tallulah,” he begged, rubbing me against his cock, hard steel beneath me. “I want you to want me like I want you—I want it so fucking bad—”
“I want you,” I panted. “I want to fuck you—”
“No, you don’t get it, you don’t understand.” His stream of consciousness deepened my blush. “Show me you want me too. Show me—give me a sign, make me believe, lie to me, I don’t care—”
“I want you, I want you, I want you,” I gasped.
“I’ll make you cum, sweetheart. I’ll bounce you so good on this cock, please, Tallulah—I can do things for you. I can do so much for you—”
His hard muscles were tense underneath me as I sank down, core aching for him.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “You’re so big.”
That must’ve been what Nick wanted to hear. He hissed between clenched teeth, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. Thrusting upwards, making me see stars.
“Oh my god,” I cried out.
“You’re going to want me,” he grunted, easing out of me just to thrust up again, taking his time to fuck into me properly. “I’m going to make you want me—”
He was too big, but the friction was the delicious answer I needed after lunch. I quivered in his arms, barely able to hold myself together while he fucked me on his cock.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“I’m going to fuck you so good, I’ll fuck you up,” he promised. “I’ll ruin you for anybody else.”
Nick cupped my ass under the dress, raising me up to let me come down on his cock, bouncing me on it while he locked me against him, forbidding me from moving. All I could do was enjoy it, and after the vibrating panties, it was everything I needed.
It was dirty, filthy car sex, crammed in a small space together while we desperately fucked, both of us edged for too long.
“You want public sex?” He scraped his teeth along my neck, biting and sucking my skin. “This is public.”
I gasped in pleasure, core clenching, the tension finally getting its release. “Nick, I’m going to cum—”
“I knew you were a good girl. You’re my good girl. My sweetheart, bouncing on my cock so fucking perfect…”
I buried my face in his neck, curling into him, lost in the sensation. The orgasm was a tidal wave crashing into my body, submerging me under water. His name exploded out of me.
Nick pounded into me, until he came too, both of us choking out curses.
The car smelled like sweat and sex. My body, so overstimulated, overwhelmed, that had taken in every sensation I could, was now calm. Like I’d taken a muscle relaxer before a dentist appointment. No, this was better. My body finally felt at peace.
I started to move, my thighs sticky against his. Nick tightened his grip, his voice rough. “Aftercare.”
“Aftercare?” I repeated, just beginning to feel how sore I was.
“You know, aftercare, the—” He took a struggling breath, his lips ghosting my shoulder. “It’s like when you cuddle after sex. That kind of thing.”
“Oh. I don’t need it.”
“Don’t…?”
“I’m fine,” I giggled. With Nick’s help, I slipped into the passenger seat again, readjusting my dress.
I couldn’t keep the grin down. Would someone dependable do that?
Someone reliable? No. Filthy, dirty car sex was reserved for the spontaneous and I’d officially earned my ranking among them.
In a parking garage at a popular Toronto restaurant—that was the kind of public sex I could do. Another check for the bucket list!
I snuck a look at Nick. He tossed his used condom in the empty cup in the cupholder. He was dazed. Freshly-fucked. His forehead dewy with sweat, eyes unfocused, still breathing heavily. Nick looked about as delicious as the sex was.
He caught my eye and a tired smile crossed his face. “Ready to go, sweetheart?”
“I didn’t say I liked the nickname,” I murmured.
“Your pussy did.”
After everything, it was silly to blush from a comment like that, but I couldn’t help it. I ducked my head, glancing out the window, and something touched my hand.
It was Nick, holding mine.
Nick had a huge playboy reputation, everybody knew it. But…it felt like the Nick I knew was a secret, privy to me only. Because he wasn’t like what everybody said. Nick Kurosawa could be unbelievably soft, and so human.