“I think I like everything with you,” he murmurs, looking right into my eyes.
I clear my throat. “I’m good with anything, so we can do more of this and more of anything you want.”
He cups the back of my neck and leans down to kiss me slowly. He pulls me into him, licking into my mouth. My body plastered against his.
He pulls back, his dick slowly responding to all the action against my abdomen. “Anything?” he asks against my lips.
“Kissing got you too excited?” I tease.
“I'm always excited around you,” he says, his voice a challenge.
His hand, which was resting on my hips, moves down to the curve of my ass. I feel a finger prodding my hole.
He pulls me impossibly close, pushing his thigh against my dick that is now half hard because of all the attention.
He pats around the bed until he finds lube, then his big wet fingers swipes over my hole. I groan into his mouth.
He prepares me, quick, just two fingers slipping right in.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Soon, baby,” he whispers.
He lifts my leg over his hips, and I feel his big, hot cock against my hole.
He pushes in slowly. Even after doing this many times, my body resists.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around mine. And slowly, my body relaxes. He pushes in and pulls out in quick thrusts until he is completely in.
There are no reservations this time. He fucks me hard and fast right from the get-go. I moan against him. My sensitive prostate loves and hates the sensations all at once. My body feels like it's made of sparks, lightning up with every thrust.
Within minutes, I’m spilling embarrassing myself.
But then he's coming inside me too. He pulls out, throws the condom in the trashcan right beside the bed, and pulls me in again.
I lean into him, my head resting on his chest. I don't even try to move away. He could do anything to me right now, and I would let him. I have nothing left. He has filled me so completely that I’m empty.
No one has ever broken me like Nicholas does. But he always makes sure to put me back together. I’m already dreading the day he leaves me in pieces and never looks back.
***
“Will you taste this?” Nicholas pushes a spoonful of gravy into my mouth. “Good?”
It’ssogood. “Can use some salt,” I say instead, scrunching my nose. Gotta keep them on their toes. Especially since he invited himself over to my place for dinner, even though I just left his apartment this morning, now he’s making dinner when he didn’t even check if I was free first. I could have had plans.
“Oh yeah?” He swoops in and captures my lips in a surprise kiss, his tongue sneaking into my mouth. When he pulls away, leaving me confused and horny, he pats his lips. “Hmm…”
I recover quickly. “Oh my god. That was so cheesy. How can I li—why are you so cheesy?”
“You know what, I think it's a littletoosalty,” he narrows his eyes and bites his lips to stop smiling like the cheesy, gross person he is.
I scowl at him.
I’m still cursing everything in my life that led me to liking this man enough to let him cook for me when we sit down to eat. God, I need to stop doing this with Nicholas. But I know I won’t, because I’ve had this exact thought every time he's come here over the last month. And every time, I’ve just let him get away with whatever he wants to do.
Maybe it’s time to finally admit I’m not stepping away from this until Nicholas wants to. And maybe that’s not the worst thing? Over the last few weeks, I’ve stopped bugging Sam to start a new mission.
I’ve also grown bored of baking, but I saw this really interesting video about a crochet blanket that’d keep me occupied for at least a few weeks.
