This is one lesson I wouldn’t mind having with him over and over again—learning what he likes and doesn’t like. Exploring with him. Discovering things about him that he doesn’t share with anyone else.
I love that I get this side of him.
“Fuck, Bex,” Nick growls, “I’m not coming in your mouth the first time.”
Sliding off him with a wet pop, I smile up at him.
“Fuck, you look beautiful like this.” Nick swipes a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Oh yeah, how do I look?”
“Like you’ve been sucking my cock like a good little girl.”
Shit, those words shouldn’t do it for me, but they do. Having Nick heap praise on me makes me want to keep doing this.
Instead, I grab the condom that’s on the floor, open it, and roll it down his length. I shuck off my underwear, letting them join my skirt.
Nick doesn’t waste another minute. Hoisting me up to my feet, he pulls my leg up and over his hip before lining his cock up and thrusting inside me in one long push.
“Oh!” I gasp. “Nick, that feels amazing.”
“You’re so damn sweet, Bex. I’m so happy I finally get to have this pretty little pussy.”
“Finally?” I ask him, as he slowly drags himself out before pushing back in.
“Yes, finally.” He nods.
“Have you been imagining this?” I ask him.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs into my ear, biting my earlobe and tugging it between his teeth. “You’re the only woman I’ve been imagining. Picturing you like this. You’re the only woman I want, Bex.”
“Then have me.”
I clasp his cheeks in my hands and pull him in for a kiss as he increases his pace.
His free hand moves down between us and plays with my clit. All of the sensations are overwhelming in the best way.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.
Nick Brooks-Young is about ready to destroy me.
“Come on, Bexley, I know you’re there.”
“I am. I’m so close,” I whisper because I can’t do anything else except that.
Each thrust, each stroke of his fingers over my clit tips me over the edge as I stifle my scream.
It feels endless, colors bursting behind my eyes, my toes curling. Every part of my body is shaking as I come for this man. Then I feel him explode into the condom inside me.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls into my neck, nipping and sucking there. “So fucking good, Bex, so fucking good.”
He holds me through both of our releases before gently setting me on my feet.
Nick’s hair is a mess from my fingers running through it, and I have no doubt mine looks the exact same.
Pulling off the condom and tying it up, he drops it into the trash can before tucking himself away and grabbing a wet paper towel to clean me up.
It’s a night and day difference.
