I'm Your Weakness

by Rachel Cade

  Oliver’s strong jaw continued to work against her, following her, drinking up everything she had.

  *

  Water was running.

  She woke up in the center of a wide bed.

  The blinds were pulled, but the light seeping through was still low, so had no way to figure the time.

  “You’re up.”

  Oliver came out of the bathroom in a white robe, loose around his chest but tied at the waist.

  “Welcome back.”

  Embarrassment heated her whole face.

  “How long was I-”

  “Under ten minutes.”

  He looked a bit sleepy himself, but his eyes still pierced through the dull light in the room.

  “Did you take a shower?”

  “I decided to start my morning routine while you were out. Will I have to take you to the E.R. if this continues?”

  She snatched the plush pillow from under her head and threw it at him.

  Oliver caught it, one handed.

  Nik’s pout at the sight was brief.

  Oliver kept the pillow held to his chest.

  “Are we still alone in the house?” she asked.

  “Of course. Why?” His tone didn’t reveal it but his eyes were knowing.

  Nik wasn’t sure how to ask for what she needed.

  “So,” Oliver playfully tossed the pillow back at her, “I’m your weakness, hmm?”

  He began undoing the sash on his robe.

  “No, I said I’m your weakness.” Nik couldn’t take her eyes off him as he revealed he was naked under the robe.

  A mechanical noise startled her as the blinds rose.

  Nik scrambled against the headboard as they slowly let in the bright morning light until it flooded the room, bouncing off the white sheets she lay in.

  “They’re on a timer. The glass is mirrored; no one can see in.”

  “God, that’s bright.” She turned her face away. “I hope not, because you’ve got - a lot going on there.”

  “I told you I was Hungarian.”

  Nik snorted.

  But her amusement was short lived.

  “So here’s how this is going to go.” He was at her bedside. “I want you to stay quiet, for as long as you can.” He opened the nightstand door and pulled out a condom. “When you can’t take anymore that’s when you can - express yourself.”

  Nik swallowed as she watched him cover his thick long erection with the condom.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  Oliver stared at her quizzically. “Excuse me?”

  “While I’m quiet? Are you allowed to make any noise?”

  His hand was on the back of her neck; the motion tilted her head back and his lips met hers.

  Oliver reached under her bottom to slide her up the wall, pinning her against it with his body and his mouth.

  Nik grabbed his shoulders, trying to catch her breath, when she felt his cock press against her abdomen.

  Her arms snaked over his shoulders, and Oliver began pushing the fabric of her robe back, beneath the sash still tied to her waist.

  *

  And he could have kept kissing her, and impaled her into the wall until he got his release, but things between them couldn’t be that simple. He broke the kiss.

  Taking her by her elbows, he led her back down to the bed and placed her across the mattress on her stomach.

  Her breathing caused her back to rise and fall and he positioned himself behind her, opening her legs with his own.

  Taking a moment, he realized he enjoyed the sight of her petite body resting against his sheets like a painting. He’d have some new colors bought just to see how she looked lying against them.

  When his tip first touched her wetness, he felt his jaw set.

  Oliver bit down on the edge of his bottom lip, closing his eyes as he pushed inside her.

  The deeper he pushed, the more she began to writhe underneath him. Her tightness constricted around him as his pelvis hit the back of her ass.

  As he clenched his teeth, he felt her lifting her hips to take more of him and he planted his hands into the mattress by her shoulders.

  Oliver pulled out a few inches before her slickness guided him back into her warmth. Settling there with her pulsing around him, he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck.

  Weakness was all he could think about and he wasn’t sure how to process it. In the moment, she felt soft and delicate beneath him and he wanted to protect her and possess her at the same time.

  Oliver’s intention was to be gentle while she became used to him, but her tightness around his cock was more than he’d been expecting. Each stroke pushed her down a bit into the covers. Not long after, she covered her mouth with her hand.

  Nikoletta’s writhing while she tried to keep her silence caused him to slam against her, the slapping sound echoing off the walls.

  This caused her hand to tighten over her mouth while her free hand clenched the sheet.

  Soon, Oliver had to push his knees into the bed as her thighs began tightening over his. He kept his pace, methodically sinking down into her over and over. He could see the vein lift on the side of her neck and knew she wouldn’t be holding out much longer.

  To tempt her, he kissed at the knuckles, creating a barrier over her lips.

  He snatched his hand off the bed and plucked at one of her nipples, gently turning it over between his fingers. Her top half fell forward and her inner muscles gripped him sudden and hard.

  Oliver mouthed a curse and wrapped both hands around her waist.

  It took him a few minutes to stop thrusting because she met him for each one, even as her hands splayed against the sheets.

  He could have grabbed her hair, but slipped out of her instead and scooped her off the bed by her waist.

  *

  Nik could barely catch her breath: one minute she was being fucked into the mattress and the next her feet were skidding against the carpet.

  She faced Oliver now, his heavy breathing matching her own . He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, impaling her deep against the window.

  The sun-heated glass pressed against her shoulder blades as Oliver pumped into her relentlessly, holding one of her legs in the crook of his arm.

  Deliberately, he watched her mouth through clenched teeth.

  After a solid minute of this, with him managing to get faster, she cried out, grasping at his shoulders for dear life.

  “There you go,” he strained. “Let go for me.”

  Her nails dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure pulsed over her.

  The back of her head hit the glass.

  “Oliver.”

  He didn’t slow down.

  Nik’s fingernails pinched into his skin as she screamed his name again, her back squeaking against the glass.

  He held her close while he pumped into her, his lips brushing her ear. When the orgasm began to seize her, she wrapped her hands around his neck. His breath was hard, but she didn’t know much else, just screaming and feeling his skin smack against her ass while she came.

  Oliver’s hand tightened under her knee.

  “Jesus,” she heard him say; she was still being lifting up and down and realized he was coming too.

  She couldn’t hold onto anything. If the glass wasn’t there, they’d be free falling through Manhattan air.

  Actually, she felt like she was anyway.

  Oliver smoothed his hand over her face, making her realize her skin was damp. He carried her back to the bed and laid her down on the middle. Smoothing his wild hair back, he rested his elbows against the mattress next to her.

  “Maybe we can just - order in,” he suggested.

  “That sounds good,” she responded breathlessly.

  Grinning, he leaned forward and kissed her again.

  She spent the day at his apartment unexpectedly.

  But she didn’t ask to leave and he didn’t bring it up.

  Night fell on Manhatta
n and he brought her out on his garden patio to eat dinner.

  “Elek opted to come and prepare dinner since I rarely have guests,” Oliver mentioned when Nik’s eyes rose in surprise as she was served a plate by the older man.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  Elek nodded. “My pleasure, madam.”

  He walked back into the apartment, leaving them alone.

  She was wearing one of Oliver’s shirts with a belt, completely barefoot, but she felt strangely comfortable.

  He was in a gray form-fitting thin sweater that fit him like a glove, and his slacks were the same color.

  Nik had been sent a Snapchat video an hour earlier of Donnie being taken out of his apartment on a stretcher.

  But she hadn’t said anything to Oliver about it.

  “Miss Pearson, are you ever going to eat?” he asked.

  Had she been staring at him?

  At his prompting, she took up her fork. “So you pretty much reinvented yourself. That’s pretty cool.”

  “You can do it as well. You just have to have the drive. You can’t settle for mediocrity like other people.” She could see he was reading her expression. “Don’t worry; I’ll guide you through it.”

  The sun was setting, wrapping a cool breeze around the city. Nik felt a strange ease that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Like the stress of life had just melted away, and she didn’t feel alone in the world anymore.

  “You’re the king of New York then,” she declared.

  He needed a label other than D.A. and she was determined to give him one.

  Oliver’s chewing slowed. Staring at her, he smirked.

  “I think I’ve decided I like you.” He winked at her.

  Nik smiled a bit. “Maybe I like you too.”

  ***