I reach up onto my tiptoes and whisper: “Take me back to yours.”
“I had no intention of taking you anywhere else.”
* * *
I leadhim into his apartment. Nick closes the door behind him, but doesn’t turn on the lights. He just stands there, behind me, in the deep, dark silence. The only thing I can hear is his breath, growing faster with my own; his confident steps, closing the distance between us. I can feel the heat radiating from him before he’s even touched me.
His lips are on my shoulder, his hand sliding up my arm to brush the hair away from my neck, exposing as much skin as possible. He leans his head down to one side as his hot, wet mouth climbs slowly up towards my ear. He gently nibbles at my earlobe, his hand on my face. I turn my head to him and his lips press against mine, delicately exploring my mouth before his tongue slips inside, seeking out my own. I turn my whole body to face him and he wraps his arms around me. His hands are in my hair, pushing against the nape of my neck and steering me into his increasingly frantic movements.
He pushes me backwards, until my calves press against the sofa. I’m forced to sit down, as he leans over me, his hands leaning against the back of the sofa behind me. His mouth is still desperate for mine, his kisses growing more passionate, almost violent. He slips slowly down my neck, nibbling me gently until he gets to my breasts; he kneels down in front of me, his kisses still weaving their trail, before placing his hands on my knees and moving my legs apart.
I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath until his hands start to slide up my thighs, making me sigh loudly. They keep going, disappearing under my dress; when his fingers brush lightly against my underwear, a longing moan escapes my lips, letting go of all the built-up anxiety in my body.
Nick looks at me, slipping one finger underneath the fabric of my panties. He wants to watch the effect that he has on me, what his touch can do to me. What he can unleash in me.
He wants to see me burn up in my own personal hell. And he wants to burn with me.
He slides one finger inside me, making me push myself forwards, towards him. His eyes are fixed between my legs, watching what he’s doing to me.
Seeing his hand playing between my legs excites him – I can feel it in the tension of his movements, the shortness of his breath. His lips are slightly parted, ready to attack.
He slides a second finger inside me. He doesn’t push deeply – he plays around, torturing me; he wants to see my agony, wants to watch me crumble under his touch. He follows the movement of his fingers with his eyes; he strokes my labia, tracing its contours, before gently pushing inside. I’m almost crying out in frustration, as he continues this cycle, never tearing his eyes away from what he’s doing.
“Nick…” I beg him.
His eyes jump up to meet mine.
“Please…”
He pulls his hand away and stands up, heading for my mouth.
“You never have to beg me, Casey. Right now, your pleasure is the only thing I care about.”
I very nearly come just at the sound of his words.
He kisses me again, pushing his body against mine and forcing me to lie down; his hands are running down my sides, slipping under my dress again, looking for my panties. He grabs the waistband and slides them along my thighs, down to my ankles. His hands climb back up my legs, brushing lightly against the inside of my thighs. I part my legs instinctively, hoping that he’ll stick to his word.
He massages my arse, before grabbing hold of it and flipping me onto my front. His hands are running frantically over my skin. I can feel the desire in his fingertips as they press into my flesh: longing, demanding. One hand slides slowly along the curve of my lower back, before slipping between my legs. His other hand is on my hip, lifting me onto my knees and holding me there. His fingers are inside me again, pushing deeper this time. I arch my back and move my hips towards him: I want him, right now. I’m done with his games. I want him to take me, because my body’s about to explode. I need him to set me free.
He’s pressed against me, his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me up. His fingers are moving, pushing me to the limit.
I move instinctively towards him, begging him to finish it now; but he holds me still with his arm.
“Relax. I’ll take care of it.”
I do as he says, enjoying the sensation of his fingers sliding in and out of me, bringing me to climax; I’m about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
His breathing grows faster, and so do his movements, the tension becoming almost unbearable. My knees start to give way. If he weren’t keeping me up, I’d have crumbled face-first onto the sofa by now.
“You feel that, Casey?” he whispers into my ear. “This is what I want. You: all to myself.”
“God, Nick…yes!” I try to move myself against him again, and this time he lets me, loosening his grip and placing his other hand on my butt, echoing my own movements. His pace quickens: I’m so close to the limit, ready to break at any second. His desire tumbles over me, and heat explodes from between my legs. I let out a liberating yell that leaves me breathless. His pushing slows, as he waits for my orgasm to take over me completely, before slowly letting me go. His hand caresses my flesh, then pulls away gently, letting me flop breathlessly onto the sofa.
Nick stretches out on top of me, but holds his weight up on his arms, peppering me with slow, gentle kisses on my neck and cheek.
“I almost came, too, you know.”
I smile against the cushion.
