I liked it.
I shiver at the memory of Nick’s tongue sliding through my wetness, and the movement causes him to stir awake beside me.
“You cold?” he asks, throwing a big arm around my waist and pulling my back flush to his front. “Let me warm you up.”
I lay my arm over his, absently tracing the designs inked into his skin. “I’m not cold, but you can warm me up.”
“Hmmm.” He hums into my hair, and I can sense his lips turning up at the corners. “It’s the sweat cooling on your skin. We had quite the workout the last few hours.”
I chuckle. “You can say that again. I’ll never have to exercise again if we keep this up. Not that I exercise much as it is, but still…I’m sore in muscles I never knew I had.”
“Happy to be of service. I’ll work you out anytime.” Nick drops a hot kiss to my shoulder before rolling away from me. “I need some water. Can I get you something?”
I grab my glasses from the nightstand, then slide them on. “Water would be great. Thanks.”
I watch him stroll to the kitchen, the globes of his ass cheeks flexing with each step. Oddly, the rubber ducky he has tattooed on his lower back seems to take his own step as the muscles beneath it flex. The effect is disconcerting, but also a little funny, so of course I giggle, which makes Nick turn toward me.
“Something funny?”
“That duck looks like it’s walking.” No sense in hiding what I’m laughing at. He has to have heard it before. Logically, I know I’m not the only of Nick’s lovers to have noticed. That doesn’t stop the frisson of jealousy that hits me when I think about it, though. I fight down the slight burn in my belly and continue. “With every step you take, he takes one too.”
“If you think that’s funny, you should hear him quack,” he says, grinning, then blowing a raspberry at me before leaving the room.
A bark of laughter escapes me, my moment of jealousy forgotten as the memory of something my dad used to say pops into my head. Every time he passed gas, he’d look around in pretend shock and say, “Who let those ducks in here?”. All us kids, and even my mom, would laugh at this joke every time he said it, despite knowing full well how stupid it was. And I think Nick…just made a similar joke.
“Did you-did you just make a fart joke?” I ask him.
“Farts are natural, babe. And also hilarious,” he yells back from the kitchen. “I don’t make the rules.”
I’m still snickering when he comes back to the room carrying two glasses of water. He grins as I take in the slabs of muscle stacked on his chest before moving my perusal to his arms. Evenunder the minimal weight of the water he carries, the muscles in his arms pop, showcasing a fraction of the strength I know is in them. I allow my eyes to drift lower, to his abdomen. I love the slight roundness of his stomach. Instead of making him look like he’s less in shape, it makes him look stronger, sturdier somehow. Dependable. And beneath that? If I hadn’t already experienced the double extra large size of him, I wouldn’t believe my eyes. But I have experienced it. Many wonderful, glorious, orgasmic times. And even so, on seeing the full length, the full girth, of his cock hanging there half hard between his muscular thighs, my breath catches…
And I choke on my own spit like a weirdo.
“Shit. Tina, are you alright?” Nick deposits the water glasses on the nightstand, and comes up next to me on the bed, helping me to a sitting position, before rubbing my back in soft circles. After a moment, he presses a glass into my hand. “Here, baby. Drink some water. It will help.”
I take one sip, then another, the wild coughs eventually subsiding. “Thanks,” I mutter, passing the glass back. “Well,” I say, forcing out one final cough. “That was sexy of me, wasn’t it?”
Nick drops his head to my shoulder, a feat of flexibility if there ever was one thanks to the difference in our heights, and sniggers. “So sexy. Probably almost as sexy as me making fart jokes immediately after making love to you for hours.” He doesn’t notice when my heart stops at his use of the word “love”, instead moving on to his next thought without hesitation. “Care to tell me what prompted that oh-so-sexy coughing fit in the first place?” He trails his lips over the sport where my neck meets my shoulder, sending tingles shooting up my spine. Another kiss, more tingles, and the heat builds in my lower belly again. “What was itexactlythat caused you to choke like that?”He licks up the shell of my ear and I gasp. He drops a kiss to the hollow behind my ear, then sits back.
“Then again, maybe we should save that for later. I’ll need a lot more water and at least an hour of sleep before I’m ready to go again.” I eye his dick and raise an eyebrow. Nick huffs a laugh. “Yeah, he thinks he’s invincible. But at my age, it pays to show some restraint.”
I laugh. “Restraint? Like the restraint you showed these last few hours?”
He fakes a growl and bundles me up onto his lap, the hardness of his dick pressing into my hip. “I could go grab more condoms and be back in ten minutes, ready to go again, if that’s what you want. But I have to warn you, if I come one more time tonight, I’ll pass out in your bed and sleep for the next ten hours. If you don’t want me spending the night, then it’s best if you let me rest for a few minutes.”
My body tenses when he mentions the possibility of not spending the night, and it’s only then that I realize I don’t want him to leave. I’d never say it out loud, but I was scared out of my mind earlier.
Coming upstairs after a long day of cooking to find my apartment door wide open and noises coming from my bedroom knocked about six years off my life. My heart was pounding so loudly as I crept to the doorway I was sure whoever was in my room could hear it. The fear coursing through my veins made time stretch to interminable lengths, and I swear the three-step journey to my bedroom door took at least an hour. When I flicked the light switch and saw Winston horns down in my underwear drawer, I nearly cried from relief. I’d never been happier to find someone rummaging through my panties. But even the relief I felt at seeing our town’s unconventional mayor snacking on my unmentionables couldn’t banish the fear altogether.
Chloe and Nick have gotten to me.
I am now someone who is afraid for my safety.
I kind of hate it. But at least when Nick’s here, it’s not quite as scary. Not that I want to admit that to him.
I force a laugh. “I know what you mean,” I say with a yawn. “I’m exhausted, too. If you wanted to, I wouldn’t object if you spent the night, though. Just sleeping, I mean. I think you broke vagina with that last round. So you better not let your dick wander over to my side of the bed.”
He laughs and buries his face in my neck again. “That was a hell of an invitation,” he says with a laugh. “How could I possibly resist?”
