Happiness bubbles through me. I lift humour-filled eyes to his, and my chuckle rumbles through me, vibrating along his cock.
He utters another groan, sliding his fingers through my hair, holding my head, but not pushing his cock deeper. It’s one of the reasons I don’t mind going down on him. I’m always in charge. He never pushes or tries to go deeper than I’m comfortable with.
Gripping him harder with one hand, I bob my head and slide my free hand into my leggings to my clit. I become slick and wet as Iflick my fingers along the bar through my nub, more turned on than I thought possible from having Nickel’s cock in my mouth. The pleasure he feels from me sucking him off only intensifies mine.
“Nora,” he warns.
Ignoring him, I stroke his cock harder.
“Jesus, Nora, I’m going to come,” he hisses, tilting his hips as I take him deeper.
My fingers are frantically working my clit. I’m close to coming, and I want to swallow him down as I do.
Releasing my grip on his cock, I swallow him down as the first tingles sweep through my core. He roars and fills my mouth with his cum. I’ve barely finished swallowing when I’m suddenly lifted and find myself on my back on our bed, my leggings and underwear stripped off me.
“Fuck, Nora. Brace, baby.”
It’s my only warning before Nickel grinds his face into my pussy, inserting two fingers into my still pulsing channel as he flicks my clit with his tongue. Another orgasm screams its way through me.
“Nickel, holy fuck!” I wail, not caring who hears me.
The flutters ease as he lifts his head. I smile blearily at him, then sigh dreamily as he slides his cock into me.
“Hard, baby. Fuck me hard,” I order.
He grips my thighs, pulling me towards the edge of the bed, and pounds into me. Hard. Fast. Just like I demanded. I love it. Love him. So much that it bursts out of me with each thrust.
“Love you, Nickel. Love you. Love you!” I shout as another orgasm rushes through me.
Locking my legs around his waist, I grip him, holding him in place as he buries his head in my neck.
“Right back at you, darlin’. Love you,” he mutters as his hips stutter, then finally still.
We both laugh at the same time. Euphoria floods me as he lifts his head to grin down at me.
“Fucking hell, Nora. I think you broke me,” he murmurs before taking my lips in a kiss.
I’m surprised to feel him twitch deep inside me as I thread my fingers through his hair. I rock my hips as he slides in and out of me, pushing us up the bed towards the pillows.
Then he proceeds to blow my mind again.
We spend the rest of the afternoon and evening in bed, taking our time, caressing and loving each other before we go back to the clubhouse for supper.
Now that the operation is on the horizon, I feel the need to be as close to him as possible.
Because in my line of work, you never know what tomorrow will bring.
CHAPTER 12
NICKEL
Jesus, my woman is lethal.
Nora totally blows my mind.
We spend the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening enjoying each other.
I should feel guilty for not going back to help Cross, but I’m far too relaxed to worry about it. Everything else fades into the background, and for once, I let myself stay exactly where I am, not second-guessing my decision.
