Nicky doesn’t just look at me as he lazily fists and strokes his thick cock—he watches me like a hunter stalks his prey. His eyes devour every inch they roam over, and I encourage him with the teasing touches against my own skin. The roll of my hips, acting with eager invitation, planting my feet flat and parting my thighs. Nicky’s hand works faster and grips his shaft tighter with each move I make. A broken groan makes him throw his headback when I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband of the black lace at my hips.
“Ty ubivayesh menya, solnyshka,”he confesses to the ceiling, releasing his straining cock as though he can’t trust his control any longer. A thrill shoots up my spine as I begin to strip the panties off. One day, I should really tell him I know exactly what he’s saying, that my fluency in Russian is a highlight of my resume, but it won’t be this moment. Right now, I’m enjoying how Nicky’s control is slipping by the second, fraying alongside my own.
“Do something with these for me?” I ask, infusing my voice with a thick, husky tone when the lace dangles from one ankle. I offer the fabric up to Nicky with a smile, and I’m impressed when he manages to keep his eyes on his task and not my exposed, wet core. He pulls them from my foot, the material looking no bigger than a scrap in his large hand. Nicky contemplates for a moment, his eyes flicking up to me before he sets the panties on the bed.
“What was that?” I can’t help but ask. “What were you just thinking?”
“Next time,” he tells me, a conspiratorial smirk spreading across his lips. His eyes climb up my legs, finally taking in all of my body. His pupils nearly blot out the beautiful blue of his eyes as they darken with hunger. But when he speaks again, the reverence in his voice is at complete odds with the feral way he stares at me. “Never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
I inhale a sharp breath, the oxygen suddenly too thin for the way I feel, naked and spread before him, and not just physically. Over the last eight months, if I had only been concerned with scratching this need, it would have taken very little effort. I was a perfectly capable and sexually confident woman to seek that out. But I wanted more. Ineededit.
Now, as Nicky positions himself on his knees between my legs, a dominance emanating from him that I’ve never felt before, I know this is what I was holding out for. Every sweep of his eyes feels like an unspoken line of worship. When the back of his fingers delicately skate along the skin of my legs, they are a whispered devotion. Having Nicky’s undivided attention fuels my confidence and heightens my desire for him.
Gooseflesh breaks out in the wake of his exploring hands as they inch closer to the apex of my thighs. Gently, he pushes into the meat of my muscle, guiding my legs further apart to make more room for himself. Holding me where he wants me, Nicky bends forward, licking a bold stripe up my soaked slit without preamble.
“Fucking hell!” I cry out at the suddenness. There’s a boldness I wasn’t expecting, but I don’t protest as his hot mouth works against every sensitive inch of me. I wiggle in his unyielding grasp, trying to get closer so I can come or move away to make it last longer, I don’t know. Nicky doesn’t give me an inch while he laves a few more exploratory, possessive passes, then closes his eyes and devours me in earnest. The resistance and reassurance of his firm grip heighten each sensation. Every flick of his tongue lashes, every suck of his lips leaves a deeper desire, winding me tighter and tighter. I gasp and shudder, trying to hold back. When he finally opens his eyes to look at me over my trembling stomach and heaving chest, there’s a hint of embarrassment mixed with want. It mirrors my own feelings, and I thread my fingers into his flaxen hair.
“Close already?” It’s soft and sweet, not cocky or boastful like I’m used to hearing from previous partners. Nicky’s check-in is so achingly genuine, I’m not ashamed when I nod. I gently weave my hands into his thick hair, eliciting a deep groan from him and banishing the calm, considerate man he just was. Instead, that feral edge returns to his eyes, and he smirks. “That’s too bad—forme. I could spend all night eating this pussy, listening to those little sounds you’re making until you drown me in your cum.”
The longer he’s spoken, the deeper Nicky’s voice has gotten, and the more I ache to have him return to his ministrations. My back bows off the bed when he turns his head to my inner thigh and locks his teeth in a sharp, stinging bite. He soothes it with a tender kiss, trailing his lips back up to my sodden core. My hold on him tightens around the roots of his hair, and Ifeelthe growl he lets out against my pulsing clit.
“Nikita,” I beg. “Please. I want that. I want you to devour me until I can’t remember anything but your name and the feeling of your tongue.”
The hands that have been keeping me in place move. Tracing lines along my heated skin, higher and higher up my legs. But before Nicky’s fingers delve into me, he skates them up over the crease of my hips, gripping and lifting. With a fluidity and strength I didn’t think possible, he deposits my ass on top of his thighs and leans back. The abruptness of the motion causes his thick shaft to slap once against where I am most desperate for him. I’m momentarily unbalanced from the change of position and the spike of arousal, so I cling to Nicky’s broad shoulders, digging deep enough to make him groan again.
“Yes,solnyshka,hold tight. Mark me,” he growls before dropping his mouth to the crook of my neck, sucking his own brand into my sensitive skin. “I can’t be patient,” he babbles, and my fingertips roll forward until my nails sink half-moons into his skin. “Have to be inside you. Want to feel if that pussy is as hot on my cock as it was wrapped around my tongue.”
“Fuck me, then.” I use my leverage to slide up Nicky’s thighs, trying to get closer to his cock. My angle is all wrong, but the friction of his muscular thighs against my cunt is worth my misalignment. “Oh my God,” I moan and repeat the action, sohazy with need, I’m momentarily content to ride this man’s leg. “That feels really fucking good.”
“That’s nothing. We can do better.” Nicky adjusts his hold on my waist one-handed and reaches between our bodies to grip the base of his cock to give it some stability. I help him by pushing my hips back to help line him up at my entrance. Together, we guide ourselves until just the tip parts me, a mingled gasp and groan colliding in the breath of space between us. Then Nicky stills both of us. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. My condoms are upstairs.”
His face is a mixture of apology and pain at the interruption. He huffs out a suffering sigh, and I drop my forehead against his collarbone.
“You don’t have any in this exceptionally well-stocked bathroom?” I chuckle as I weakly nod toward the guest bathroom that practically had half a drug store’s worth of supplies in it.
“Didn’t want to have to explain those to Nat.” Nicky shrugs, but I can hear the laugh he’s holding back at the irony. “I’ll be quick, okay?”
He moves to separate us, and I don’t even consciously think before I wrap my arms tighter around him. He freezes, and I lift my head, wanting to look him in the eyes.
“It’s been over eight months since I slept with someone. I have an IUD and have had two separate health screenings. One in London before I moved, and one when I signed my contract with The Midnight to establish healthcare here.” I let my words sink in. “All of my tests have come back negative. I haven’t thought of anyone but you when I get myself off, so if a condom is important to you, I’ll wait until you come back.” Nicky’s breathing has picked up; his chest brushes my peaked nipples with every inhale, but he waits. “But I also really love the idea of feeling you—all of you—if you want.”
Nicky’s kiss is bruising when he surges forward to capture my lips. There’s a tang I recognize as my own flavor, but it’s lost in the strokes of his tongue. His hands anchor themselves in my hair, tangling the already unruly curls, but I melt under the feeling. My hips work small, deep thrusts against him, the delicious friction returning and ratcheting up my arousal again.
“We have a physical at the start of the season,” Nicky gasps out when he tears himself away from our embrace. “Standard STI panels are included in our bloodwork. I’m negative. The only time I’ve come in the last year is with my hand wrapped around my cock, thinking about you.”
“You say the sweetest things, Nikita,” I tease, dragging myself slowly, intentionally, along his thigh. I’m stopped by the iron grip of his left hand over my right hip. The expanse of it covers the top half of my ass, and I realize just how at his mercy I am.And I love it.I trail my fingertips into the ends of his hair and toy light touches at the base of his head. Nicky shifts, his right hand returning to his cock. A quick look shows it hasn’t wavered in its stiffness during our discussion, the flared head still red and dripping precum as he lines it up, spreading me open just enough to notch himself there.
“I’ll show you how fucking sweet I am,solnyshka.” He emphasizes his words by pulling me onto his cock, the heat and girth of it stealing the breath from my lungs. It’s perfectly overwhelming on every level as my body accommodates him, opening for him the same way my heart has. Nicky groans before whispering,“Ideal’no. Kak ya i dumal.”
I can’t help but agree. It is perfect, just like I imagined, too. My body adjusts as he slowly works himself into me, and I do all I can to help, not wanting to stop until we’re joined. I swing my legs around behind Nicky’s hips, pressing my feet on the bed to help control my hips as I sink deeper onto him. With a final flick of his hips, I’m completely seated on Nicky’s lap.
But I don’t get a moment to enjoy how full I am with my legs wrapped around him and my breasts flattened against his sweaty chest. In the next breath, Nicky cups my ass and rises on his knees enough to give him the ability to move. And move, he does. Steady, deep punctuations with his hips as he pulls me to meet him stroke for stroke.
He moves in me.
Around me.
As part of me.
