Nick’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze combed over me, hungry and determined.
Then.
He tugged me into his body, our whimpers mixing as his mouth consumed mine. He raked both hands into my hair, knocking my hat to the floor. I threw off his hat as he spoke. “This fucking mouth, Annie,” he growled. “And all this gorgeous hair. I can’t be gentle anymore.”
“Don’t,” I panted before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth.
“God, Annie,” he groaned, grinding himself against me. His hands left my hair, and that’s when I noticed how much they were shaking. He was truly nervous. “What do I do?”
“The bench,” I said, gesturing with my head. “Take me there.”
His eyes finally softened at having some specific direction. He scooped under my ass, lifting me against his stomach as he backed up to a bench by the lockers. He sat, my knees straddling him. “Like this?”
I nodded and cupped his neck to pull him into a kiss. That was one area where he needed no coaching. Nick was an incredible kisser, pouring an intense sincerity into each motion of his lips and tongue.
I circled my hips against him and he pushed up against me, the full pressure of his throbbing erection palpable. I parted from him long enough to strip off my sweatshirt and t-shirt, fumbling to remove his too. My hands ran over his chest, fingernails tracing the lines of his abs to his hiss. Nick’s eyes settled anew on me, taking in my freshly bared skin before dropping kisses all over my chest. He sucked my nipple through my bra, something that doesn’t sound that great in theory, but was somehow the most wonderful thing in that moment.
“Is that good? Was that too weird?” he asked in a rush.
“It’s perfect. Keep going.”
“Do you want me to take off your pants?”
I shook my head. “This feels good for you?”
He smirked. “So good.”
“Let’s just stay like this. Grind me like you’re fucking me.”
Nick gave me a terrified look, and I stroked my finger over the cupid’s bow above his lips. “Just close your eyes. Don’t think. Just feel.”
His hands settled on my hips, and mine clasped the back of his neck for leverage. His face was between my breasts, his lips parted as our hips worked in concert. I glanced down to find his abs flexing as he curled against me, a smile moving over me as pleasure took hold.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “It feels so good, Nick.”
His hands shifted more to my ass, tucking my hips in tighter as he thrust. “Annie,” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful.”
His reverence had my cheeks burning from more than the exertion. “Nick.” I tightened my abs, working harder, shamelessly grinding in his lap. “You feel good?”
His chuckle was self-conscious. “You have no idea. You’re a dream come true.”
His lips disappeared into my cleavage again. “Push my bra up. Get in there,” I told him.
He lifted the wire over the bottom of my breast to expose my nipple. “Like this?”
I shoved his face against me, and he moaned as his tongue circled the rosy bud. Nick sucked, intensifying the pleasure.
I whined, getting pretty close. I was fully riding him like I would if there were no clothes separating us, my tits bouncing with the motion and his hands returning to their spot on my ass.
“Talk to me,” I commanded. “Something dirty.”
“Annie,” he whimpered.
“Just try. Don’t think.”
His breath was warm against the shell of my ear, clearly givingit some thought. I dragged one of his hands from my ass to my breast to distract him. It worked. “Fuck, Annie. You feel so good. I want to hear you come. You’re so sexy using me like this.”
My eyes bored into his, my forehead pressing to his. “You like when I use you?”
