It starts at a hundred, no time for me to prepare, secure my walls. Everything with Nicholas has been like that lately. He comes in like a freight train, a wrecking ball. Destroying all my defenses and excuses.
His tongue sneaks into my mouth, his hand slides over my arms, searing my senses.
”Where’s Mickey?” I ask him, ignoring his complaining noise when I pull back.
“Oliver refused to give him back,” he says urgently, closing the tiny gap I’d made.
What?“What?” I ask, worried and horny. I mean, Mickey will be safe with Oliver. It’s not like he’s in danger, but Nicholas’s lack of reaction is concerning.
“I’ll get him back,” he assures me. He finally realizes we’re still standing at the door. He pulls me all the way in and pushes me against the wall, closing the door with his foot.
“Why do your friends keep kidnapping your dog?” I ask, genuinely concerned.
“I’d love to analyze the varieties of mental health issues my friends suffer from. But later,” he says, then dismisses my concerns with his tongue.
We make a clumsy trek to the bedroom.
“Will you fuck me?” he asks shyly.
Fuck, yes.Oh god, yes. “Are you sure?” I ask instead.
He nods. “I prepped and everything.”
“Oh, I remember. Theresearch,” I say. “Strip and get on thebed.”
He does, and I watch those big muscles displayed like the most delicious breakfast buffet. I’m spoiled for choices. Nicholas looks at me from under his lashes. “See something you like?”
He’s lying there naked, vulnerable, but his voice is still confident, like he is in complete control. I resent that. I should edge him for hours before giving him what he wants. Show him who’s really in control.
I swipe my eyes over his body again.Later, when he isn't trying so hard to hide his nervousness. I strip slowly, making him wait. The shirt goes first. His eyes are dark, completely focused on me.
Then the pants go, I leave the underwear on for now. They make me feel more in control.
I crawl over him, luxuriating in the heat of his body, soft hair brushing me.
I drop a small kiss on his lips, tracing them with my tongue. Then I move down before he can distract me with that mouth, feeling his hot skin. His stubble scratches against my face and lips.
He grunts. His hand grabs my hair while the other fists the mattress like he’s struggling to hold back.
I kiss down his chest and take his nipple into my mouth, noting his reaction. His hand tightens in my hair. So, I swirl my tongue around, giving it some attention. Then I move on to the next one and spend some time there.
He groans. “Baby, just so you know, revenge will be vicious,” he says.
I love it when he gets like this,completely lost. Unaware of his words and what they do to me.
I kiss down his body to his fully erect cock, pre-cum pooling on his abdomen. I slide my tongue over his length. He pulls at my hair, making me groan.
I take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, looking at his tight, scrunched-up face the entire time.
I pull him out, then take him back in, just as slowly, makinga production of it. Nicholas is breathing fast, his body moving with every breath. He looks like a predator waiting for his moment to pounce.
But today, he’s at my mercy. And I’m going to make this good for him.
I pick up the lube that he’d placed on the bed at some point and coat my fingers with it. I slowly move my fingers over his perineum.
He clenches, so I take him deeper into my mouth and play with his balls until he relaxes, lost in the sensation. I take the opportunity to push my fingers in. The tight heat of his body engulfs me. “Okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he nods, his voice shaky.
