by Nikki Bloom
I leaned back in my seat. “You’ll get used to it. Give it time. One day you’ll wake up and find that you took it all for granted.”
She crossed herself, kind of. It was more of a rounded motion rather than a sign of the cross. “God forbid.”
I smiled, feeling oddly content. “Well, since you don’t have to be anywhere, would you like to plan a wedding with me?”
“I thought we were just going in front of the Justice of the Peace.”
“Yeah, we are, but don’t you want to have like a wedding breakfast?”
“I don’t know. Do I?”
I leaned forward, grinning like a loon. “Yeah, you do. You wanna book a private room at the Waldorf Astoria and have a lavish breakfast for ten of your closest friends.”
Her lips twisted doubtfully. “I don’t think I have ten friends.”
“Five?”
“Three.”
“Three it is. You’re two up from me. I only have one friend.”
Her face closed off. “You mean Morgan.”
“Yeah, Morgan’s my friend.”
Her shoulders moved uncomfortably. “To be honest, I don’t understand the relationship you guys have.”
“He’s my family. I know he’s your blood brother, but when we met in NOLA we were both so alone. We began watching each other’s backs. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other.”
She sighed. “I just hope that it’s not as one-sided as it looks.”
“It’s not.”
Our eyes met and held. Her protectiveness of Morgan was cute. I appreciated the evidence of loyalty. Because as much as she was worried about Morgan and me, I had had my doubts about her. After all, from what Morgan had told me, she seemed quite happy to let him take all the beatings their stepfather wanted to dole out.
“Shall we move to the living room?”
“Yeah, sure.” She got out of her seat and followed me to the living room. We sat down on the sofa, facing each other, an air of anticipation in the air.
“So, our wedding’s tomorrow and we have never even kissed.”
She snorted. “It’s not that kind of marriage.”
“Well, according to your contract, it is.”
She looked away, blushing slightly. I reached for the notepad. “But we can put a pin in that for now. Let’s talk menus.”
At some point in the discussion, we got really passionate about crepes versus fondues. Things might have gotten heated enough for us to get in each other’s faces as we extolled the virtues of our chosen breakfast pastry.
“First of all, crepes get either too rubbery or too crispy. They’re kind of flat and there’s just no poetry to them.”
“No poetry? Are you eating them or reading them?”
“You know what I mean you…philistine.”
“Oh, you’re calling me a philistine? In that sweatshirt?”
She looked down at it, a puzzled look on her face. “What’s wrong with my sweatshirt?”
I shrugged. “Nothing…but 1985 called though. They want it back.”
“Oh, ha-ha,” she said as she took it off. Beneath the sweatshirt, she was wearing a crop top and I gave her a disappointed look.
“Honestly, which year does your fashion live in?”
“Fuck you, Cliff.”
“Gladly. Just say when.”
“Oh, you wish.”
“Do I?” From one minute to the next, we went from screaming to kissing. My hands were burrowing beneath her crop top without my permission, running over her skin as if I hadn’t had sex in years. The only consolation I had was that her hands were digging into the flesh of my shoulders with just as much studied abandon.
Our tongues did battle as my hands wandered everywhere. If her kissing was anything to go by, Nico knew what she was doing. I propelled her onto her back, lying atop her as my tongue plundered her mouth with abandon, lifting myself slightly on my hands so as not to crush her beneath me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and she rubbed herself against me, making the most fascinating sounds. My teeth closed on the throbbing vein in her throat and I suckled, wanting to leave my mark on her. I moved to the side, so I could use my hands again, for more interesting things. She followed me, turning on her side, her legs staying around my waist.
I nestled between us, aiming for her flies. With trembling fingers, I managed to unbutton her jeans and pull them halfway down her creamy thighs. She wore delicate white cotton panties and I ran my hand along her cotton-covered privates, pressing in very delicately. She humped upward, whimpering in reaction. I sat up, pulling her jeans off completely before burrowing between her legs, her panties pushed to the side as I tasted her with my tongue. She was unsurprisingly delicious, and I wasted no time licking and sucking, pushing my tongue in as deep as it could go.
I don’t know which was more enjoyable: the sounds she was making or the taste of her. If pressed, I don’t know if I would have been able to choose. She pushed her fingers into my hair, making pleading noises. I added my own fingers to the mix, rubbing at her clit even as I licked at her. Her hips were bucking like she was a wild bull, and she was dripping wet.
My pants were getting quite tight and my hips were performing their own dance of desire. “Fuck… want you,” I murmured as I spread her legs wider, tearing off her panties.
My fingers dug deep within her, rubbing her rapidly swelling clit as she made all these desperate little sounds and pushed her torso at me.
It didn’t take long for her body to arch into a rictus of effort, before she shuddered to completion with a cry and then collapsed in a boneless heap on the couch.
It was beautiful to watch.
12
Nicolette
My thighs were trembling. That had never happened to me before. I tried to get them to stop, to no avail. Dom lay on his side, his shirt open, half off on one shoulder, hair all mussed from my fingers dragging through it. A very smug smile on his face, he ran his hand continuously from my shoulder to my hip as if gentling a skittish horse.
It was nice, and I was enjoying it. But the trembling thighs were still a bit mortifying.
“You wanna take this to my bedroom?” His voice had an even lower register than usual. It still made me shiver, which I prayed he would not notice.
“Okay.” My voice, on the other hand, sounded way too high. I cleared my throat and got to my feet. Still wearing my crop top, I was otherwise naked, which could have been a lot awkward if Dom wasn’t so matter of fact about it.
He got to his feet, slipping his shirt off, and letting it fall to the ground. His pants were super-tented, and I winced in sympathy. No way that was comfortable. He took my hand in his and led me to his bedroom. He lived on the top floor of a skyscraper, so the fact that his walls seemed to consist of nothing but windows meant that we were exposed to endless sky rather than some Peeping Tom in the next building.
I stumbled a bit, feeling dizzy. We really were very high up. “Whoa.”
He turned to me and smiled. “You want I should shut the blinders?”
“Yes, please.”
He picked up a remote on his bedside table and clicked a button. Immediately the windows were covered, and the room was a little dimmer. I sat down on the bed, my eyes inevitably drawn to his crotch. Licking my lips, my hand twitched and I realized that I really wanted to touch him in some way. He sat down next to me and took my hand.
“How are you feeling about things so far?” he asked me, which was an impossible question to answer.
“Good?”
He turned his head to me and smiled. “Yeah?”
I nodded because what the hell else was I supposed to say? He leaned in, pausing just before his lips touched mine. “You wanna?” he whispered.
I nodded slowly, not really understanding what the hold-up was. He closed the distance between us, lips pressing down on mine. His mouth was surprisingly soft, like a baby’s bottom, and I parted my lips wanting more than the kitten licks I was getti
ng. I wanted him to press his mouth to mine, tangle his tongue with mine and just take.
My hands wandered downward searching for his zipper. Pulling his dick out, I just luxuriated in the touch. He felt like an iron-hard rod sheathed in silk. I ran my fingers along his length even as my tongue pulled him deeper into my mouth.
The extent of my enjoyment and desire were a surprise to me. As my hands played with him, he grew even bigger and wider and I could feel myself salivate with the need to taste him.
I wanted him to hit the back of my throat and caress my uvula. I wanted to swallow him down and take all of him like the neediest sub in existence.
I had to stop kissing him just so I could lay my eyes on his dick. It was quite pretty-looking for being all fat-veined and blood-red, the head purple and twitching as if it could scent me. I went down on my knees and flicked my tongue out experimentally, holding him in my hand as I licked him like a lollipop.
Aside from the increased volume and erraticism of his breathing, he didn’t react much. His head was thrown back, the veins in his temple popping; and the one in his neck throbbing. It made me feel powerful to see him quicken at my touch in a way that was quite unfamiliar to me. I pushed him back so that he was lying flat on the bed and pulled his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop.
I ran my fingers curiously along his strong thighs, circling and circling, but never getting close to his twitching dick. He groaned, bucking his hips impatiently, but I paid him no mind. I was too busy savoring the feel of him beneath my touch. I felt that I could do anything to him, and he would let me. Shimmying down to his feet, I ran my finger along the arch in his foot.
He shouted, his toes literally curling as his dick jumped.
“Oh, you like that,” I murmured.
“I like everything. Come here, please.” He held his hand out to me. I considered playing with him some more, but I was too curious about what he wanted to do now. I put my palm against his and he pulled me up the bed, hand curled around my neck. He pulled my mouth down to his and proceeded to devour it.
I straddled him, running my fingers along his rock-hard abs and letting him taste every last crevice and crack in my mouth. He flipped us over with an effortless strength that honestly had me panting with arousal.
I tucked my feet around his waist, holding him to me as he continued to kiss me, hands behind my head, cradling me in place. As my hips undulated upward, his bucked against me. I could feel the tip of his dick brushing against my entrance and whimpered, feeling open and ready and needy.
Those sounds seemed to fuel his arousal because his jolts and thrusts became stronger, more erratic. His dick was so hard that it stood straight and erect.
He brushed by my entrance with every swish, and soon, the head of his dick breached me and split me open. Stopping him didn’t even occur to me, not with the sudden clawing hunger I felt to be filled. I wasn’t thinking about anything except having him inside of me. I needed him like I needed air to breathe. I was one vast, empty hole, a negative space awaiting satisfaction.
It was a huge relief when he split me like a peach until he bottomed out. He withdrew almost completely before pounding into me like a pestle grinding corn. His hand snaked between me and the sheets, circling my waist, the better to thrust deep enough to rearrange my internal organs.
I held my legs out of the way, to make it easier for him to do that.
The heat from the friction between our flesh grew and grew as his efforts increased, became more erratic. His eyes were so wide, staring at nothing, dark with lust and almost all pupil. He was so beautiful in his abandon, he set me free as well. I didn’t hold back. Whatever filter I had ever had disappeared too. I urged him on without shame, praised him when his thrust got harder and faster. I begged for him to go deeper, harder; to eat me up and spit me out.
He released my waist only to press his knuckles against my clit as he thrust into me hard, ruthlessly, and continuously. I thought I just might die. My heart wasn’t meant to take this much pleasure. It was almost too much.
“Oh God, please help me. I need to come or I’ll die. Please.” I had no idea what I was saying. I just knew that I needed to let go before my heart exploded. Something did detonate, in a supernova of sexual release. I felt as if I could simultaneously feel every atom in my body, but also as if I had no body. I was floating on nothing but air and just this once, I didn’t try to control it or stop it.
I let myself go.
By the time I came to my senses, Dom was lying beside me, fast asleep. We were still partially joined, my ass securely wedged against his crotch, his dick a little way in me. I stared at him, marveling at the length of his lashes and how much younger he looked when asleep.
That’s my fiancé.
The thought didn’t feel less weird than before. If anything, it seemed even more improbable.
I knew he was thirty-five, but looking at him now, I could imagine the boy he had probably never been, all innocent and trusting. I almost reached out to smooth his hair back, but my hand froze an inch from his head. I don’t know if it was shyness or fear that stopped me.
All of a sudden, I had an urgent need to pee.
Slowly, I eased away from him and off the bed. I padded over to the bathroom and as I sat down on the toilet seat, I became aware of the wetness between my legs. Dom had come inside of me. We hadn’t used any protection. I slapped myself on the head.
How idiotic can you get?
I thanked the Lord that I was on birth control, but for all I knew, he had all sorts of diseases. Truly flabbergasted at how careless I’d been, I got up from the loo, flushed, and washed my hands before wiping myself down with a wet cloth. It felt as if I could still feel him inside of me; an empty space begging for fulfillment. Immediately, if possible.
I see now why all the girls ran after him. He definitely lived up to the hype and then some. Slipping on his robe, I walked out of the bathroom. I was encircled by his scent; sandalwood and musk had to fight the urge to bury my nose in it.
Coming to an abrupt stop, I saw that Dom was awake and standing just outside the bathroom door. We stared at each other for a moment; I was nonplussed.
I blinked and smiled. “Uh, hey.”
He smiled back, slow and lazy. “Hey, yourself. Where’d you go?”
I gestured elaborately to the room behind me. His smile widened and he took a step closer, something predatory in his eyes.
Still wet with his come, I had to ask. “Uh, you don’t have anything, do you?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Anything?”
“Like an STD.”
He chuckled, his eyes widening with surprise. “No, of course I don’t. God, Nico, what you must think of me. I’m very careful; you don’t need to worry.”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t exactly careful today.”
“No. I was not.” He looked sheepish. “But neither were you. Do I have something to worry about?”
I narrowed my eyes at him even as I shook my head.
“Good. What about morning afters? Are we good on that end?
I smiled. “I like that you said ‘we.’”
“Hey, all for one and one for all and all that jazz.”
I couldn’t help myself. I giggled, covering my mouth like a school girl. It was embarrassing. He straightened up, bending to kiss my cheek as he walked by me, naked as the day he was born. He closed the bathroom door behind him.
I stood, blinking stupidly at it before crossing to the bed and sitting down with a sigh as I shook my head.
You are so in over your head, Innes.
We held the wedding at 10 a.m. the next day at the Judge’s chambers. Jacinda stood up for me, as Morgan did for Dom. I wore a beautiful vintage wedding dress, all gold leaf and bronze lace. It would look great in the photographs. Dom’s assistant had delivered it to my house, a gift she’d said from Vera Wang.
It fit perfectly.
We kept to traditional vows because it was easier than making up our own
. Jacinda cried a bit, which made me tear up. Dom smiled a lot and even Morgan didn’t look miserable. It went a lot better than I had imagined.
The Justice of the Peace wished us well and had us seal our marriage with a kiss. Dom leaned in and I met him halfway. Our lips seemed to know what to do. There was no hesitation. I didn’t know what it all meant.
But it’s provocative.
The urge to laugh hysterically was overwhelming. He took my hand and led me out. Morgan had five men in the corridor, I think to make sure there were no paparazzi sneaking in. He whisked us into a limo, emblazoned with the legend, “Just Married.”
It was all still very surreal. I had to pinch myself several times, but I still wasn’t sure if all this was really happening.
Dom leaned in to speak in my ear. “I know you can’t get away from work right now, but would you mind if I took you out of town this weekend?”
“What? Like a honeymoon?”
He shrugged, looking up and away. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
“Why?” My traitorous heart sped up, thinking that he might want to spend time with me.
He straightened up, his face kind of closing up. “Well, several reasons. For one thing, it’ll look strange if we don’t go. For another, it’d be good to get away and get comfortable with each other. Third, it’ll give Morgan time to move out of the apartment so that you can move in.”
I lifted my hand in surrender. “I get it.”
“Also, I just got a new place in the Hamptons. Been dying to try it out.”
“The Hamptons, huh? How very nouveau riche of you.”
He laughed. “God, it’s great to talk with a woman who isn’t afraid to show she’s intelligent.”
I had to bite my lip to hide my smile. He wasn’t winning me over that easily. “I did tell you about those blondes.”
“You did indeed. Aren’t you glad I’m listening to you finally?”
I just rolled my eyes.
We rolled up to a fancy boutique hotel, where a lovely lady was waiting to take us to the manicured gardens. A photographer was waiting to take our wedding pictures.
