Revive

by Nina Levine

My destination was almost realised when I caught sight of Velvet out of the corner of my eye. I came to a dead stop and sucked in a breath. She was wearing the shortest, tightest dress that barely covered her ass, and she was bent at the waist, whispering something in some guy’s ear. The displeasure I felt stunned me, and I had to hold myself back from stalking over there and tearing her away from him. I tried to drag my eyes away but I couldn’t; I couldn’t fucking move my legs either. She had me transfixed. I let my gaze roam over her body and soak in the beauty that was Velvet. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on; I’d known this for four long years and I was done trying to deny it.

  As I stood staring, she flicked her hair and caught my gaze. The smile she gave me reached out and stroked my dick. It was pure fucking heaven that smile, and it propelled me forward; towards her. She turned her body to face me, a move that signalled she was done with the guy she’d been whispering sweet nothings to. Her feet moved her in my direction and we met in the middle.

  “Nash,” she said, her voice breathy.

  Sex.

  Velvet oozed it and I wanted it.

  With her.

  I didn’t care about the consequences; I couldn’t even begin to wade through that minefield tonight when all I could see, smell and touch was her.

  Her hand landed on my chest and my dick jerked again. Hell, this woman commanded my attention like no-one ever had. Not even my ex-wife. I curled my hand around her ass and pulled her to my body. When she brushed against my dick, she moaned, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. When she opened them again, I leant my mouth to her ear and murmured, “Sweet thing, I want to take you home and fuck you. And I’m not taking no for an answer tonight. We’ve been dancing around each other for too long now and my dick is so fuckin’ hard for you that if you don’t do something about it, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  She moaned again before saying, “You had me at sweet thing.”

  “Fuck,” I growled. Grabbing her hand, I led her out of the club and to my bike.

  This was going to be the fastest ride I’d ever fucking taken.

  ***

  I unlocked the door and pushed it open, dragging Velvet behind me. She stumbled and giggled which was strange. I’d never heard her giggle before. Stopping my mad rush to the bedroom, I looked at her. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

  Her sexy smile turned me on even more if that was possible. “Not really; just a little bit tipsy.”

  Yeah, like fuck she was only a little bit tipsy. Shit. I couldn’t take advantage of her when she was drunk. I raked my hand through my hair and told my dick to shut the hell up when he screamed at me to keep going. “Velvet, I can’t fuck you like this.”

  Confusion crossed her face. “Like what?” Her hands landed on my ass as she said this and shit, it felt fucking amazing. My two heads were engaged in a screaming match right about now.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you like I haven’t wanted to fuck a woman ever, but I don’t want to do it when you’re drunk and not thinking straight.”

  One of her hands moved around to rub my crotch and I groaned in pleasure. “Nash, don’t be a pussy. Just fuck me. It’s what you do, so do me.”

  “Velvet, you’re different. We’re friends and I don’t think you’d want this if you were sober.” I couldn’t believe the fucking words coming out of my mouth. Since when did I give a fuck about shit like that?

  She scowled. “You’d be surprised what I want from you when I’m sober.”

  Christ, what did that mean?

  I hesitated, and she used that moment to thrust her body closer to mine, grinding herself against me. I fought to contain my hard on. My resolve was seriously struggling; if she kept this shit up, I doubted I could restrain myself from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to bed.

  “Nash, for fuck’s sake, we’re adults and both know what we want. If you don’t take care of me tonight, I’m just going to go and find some random guy to do it.”

  Hell, no fucking way was she doing that. I’d take care of her before I’d let another guy get his hands on her. “You just remember you fuckin’ said that, okay?” I growled, and resumed dragging her towards my bedroom.

  When we hit the bedroom, I spun around and pulled her roughly to me. My mouth came down on hers and I devoured her with my lips and tongue. She tasted of bourbon and smelt like some kind of lolly I couldn’t quite work out in my lust filled haze. I ran my hands down her back and over her ass, letting one hand slide down between her ass cheeks. I slightly parted her legs while at the same time, lifting her closer to me. She moaned into my mouth and her tongue frantically sought mine.

  We kissed each other for another heat filled few minutes before I pulled my mouth from hers. I moved one of my hands around to her front and slid it under her dress, in search of her panties. Quickly finding what I was looking for, I slipped a finger into the wetness that was her pussy. With the hand I had behind her, I tilted her ass so that her pussy lifted up and forward, and she whimpered at the pleasure that caused.

  “You like that, baby?”

  Nodding, she begged, “Please, don’t stop.”

  I brushed my lips against hers again before promising, “There’s no chance of that, sweet thing.”

  My finger continued to trace the inside of her pussy and I added another while using my thumb to massage her clit. Her head lolled back, and her mouth spread out in a sexy smile before she bit her lip. Fuck, I craved those teeth on me. I dipped my head to her neck and licked a trail up to her lips. She opened her mouth and let me in, and I took it; I took everything she offered and more. My fingers worked harder and faster; the need to make her come consumed me. I was so fucking turned on by the sight of her writhing in pleasure, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds she was making that my mind was exploding like fucking fireworks on New Years.

  Her pussy tightened and convulsed around my fingers as she found her release. When she orgasmed, she cried out my name and it was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever heard. My dick banged against my pants, demanding to be let out, but my mouth won out in it’s intense desire to taste her.

  I held her tighter as she sagged against me. “My mouth wants your cunt, Velvet,” I rasped.

  Her eyes found mine and she smiled again. She brought her face closer and flicked her tongue out to lick my lips before pleading with me, “It’s all yours, Nash. You have no idea how much I want your lips on me and your tongue in me.”

  A growl escaped from my chest, and then I gave her what we both wanted.

  I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress up. The sight that greeted me nearly made me blow my load on the spot. A strip of black lace barely covered her pussy and a bow sat at the top of it. Like a fucking present for me to unwrap. Gripping her ass with both hands, I pulled her to my mouth. Her scent was intoxicating and I couldn’t hold myself back; I inhaled her pussy and memorised the smell so I could remember it in times of need.

  Her hand clutched my head and desperate fingers pulled my hair; pulled my face closer to her. I wasn’t arguing; my need was as frantic as hers. The strip of black lace hit the ground less than a minute later and Velvet’s glory was revealed to me. I feasted on the sight for a moment before I moved in to enjoy the feast with my mouth.

  Heaven.

  Velvet’s cunt was like the Garden of fucking Eden.

  She pulled harder on my hair and moaned as my tongue entered her. Her moans caressed my cock and fueled my greed for her, and I licked and sucked her in a frenzied rhythm.

  “Nash....yes...” her throaty voice begged me to keep going.

  I could have eaten her for fucking days, she tasted that good. Pussys were my forte; I’d fucked enough of them to know what I was doing, and I couldn’t get enough of them. But a newfound hunger was filling me; a hunger that, even in my scrambled, Velvet-filled mind, I was sure only this pussy would sate.

  Her hand moved from my head to the side of my face, and h
er gentle touch jolted me. It had been soft, but it affected me in a way I hadn’t been affected in years. I growled and yanked my face away from her and stood up. My cock had finally won the battle; I was going to fuck her now like she’d never been fucked.

  The room was silent around us, but we were screaming at each other with our eyes, with our bodies. This night had been coming for too long, and we both needed a release from the built up sexual tension. I stepped closer to her and pulled her dress over her head. My eyes dropped to her chest and I sucked in a breath. Velvet was more beautiful than I’d remembered.

  “You like the goods?” she asked, cutting through the haze I was in.

  Without taking my eyes off her tits, I murmured, “Oh baby, you’ve got no fuckin’ idea.”

  She reached out and undid my belt and then lowered my zip. Her hand slid into my pants and a moment later, bliss gripped me when she held my cock for the first time.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  She cupped my chin and lifted my face so that our eyes met again while her other hand stroked me. “I need you to show me what you can do with your cock.”

  I grinned, and ripped my shirt off. “Babe, how ‘bout you take the rest of my clothes off and then I’ll give you the ride of your life. This cock was made for your fuckin’ pleasure.”

  She continued to lazily massage my dick, and I raised my brow at her.

  “What?” she asked with a teasing glint in her eye.

  I crossed my arms over my chest and played along with her. “Don’t mind me, darlin’. I’m enjoying what you’re doing, but I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

  “Nash, I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years. I’m good at waiting for things.”

  “Christ, Velvet. If you wanted me all that time, why the hell did you make me wait so long?”

  Smiling lustily at me, she replied, “Because I knew you’d make it worth my wait. I know your cock is going to make me scream louder than I’ve ever screamed for a man in my life.”

  That was it. I was done with waiting. Pushing my jeans down, I kicked them to the side at the same time as I ripped her bra off. I grabbed her and pulled her close. “You’ve got a dirty fuckin’ mouth woman, and it’s turning me the hell on. Between it and your cunt, I’m a dead man because I think you’re gonna kill me tonight.”

  I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed. Depositing her where I wanted her, I took one last look at her body before I knelt on the bed and positioned myself over her.

  “You ready?” I growled.

  Her wild eyes gave me the green light, and her hands pushed my ass closer to her. Nodding, I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a condom and sat back so I could roll it on. Even though I was way past ready to get inside her, I did this slowly to tease her. It worked a fucking treat too. She moaned and muttered, “Hurry the hell up, Nash. I want that cock in me.”

  I grinned, and leant forward to kiss her. “Good, because that’s exactly what you’re about to have, sweet thing.”

  Holding myself over her, I thrust hard and fast, filling her sweet pussy completely. She screamed out my name, and I withdrew and thrust again. Holy, fucking sweet heaven; Velvet felt so good around me. I thrust one more time and savoured being inside her for a moment before pulling out and sitting back on my knees.

  Craving deeper penetration, I kneeled and pulled her legs up and spread them so they rested on my arms just below my shoulders. Leaning forward between her legs, I thrust back in and out, setting a new rhythm. Our eyes locked and I fucked her deep and dirty, just the way I liked it.

  “Nash!” she screamed again, and it was so loud that I bet I’d made good on her belief I could make her scream the loudest she ever had. Her pussy clenched around my dick and I struggled not to come; I wanted to get her off at the same time.

  “You close?” I grunted.

  “Yeah,” she managed to get out in between moans, and then she came. Her orgasm shattered around me and, fuck, it felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and began to throb as my heart started pounding in my chest. Her wet pussy kept contracting around me and I was sure I glimpsed nirvana, as a lightning bolt lit up my brain with the kind of pleasure a man only dreams of.

  Euphoria hit me and I came hard. Long and fucking hard. The space around me blurred as I lost focus, lost sound, lost taste. I was drunk on her and grappled to get back to her. I needed to see her; I craved a taste of her. But I was lost in the orgasm and the sensations spreading throughout my body.

  Finally, I came to and opened my eyes. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed, a look of happiness on her face. She must have sensed me watching her, she turned to look at me and smiled.

  We didn’t say anything for a moment, just enjoyed the moment in silence. Then, she purred, “You sent me to heaven, Nash. Everything I’ve heard about you was true.”

  My mind was in overdrive; the new, crazy thoughts running through it pummelled me with their ferocity.

  Velvet.

  I wanted her.

  Again.

  Already.

  Fuck, I’d hardly finished with this orgasm, and I already wanted more.

  Before I could say anything, her eyes closed and I knew she was almost asleep. I gently pulled out of her and moved so I could lay her legs on the bed before getting up and dealing with the condom. She moaned softly as I left the bed, but she didn’t open her eyes. I watched her for a moment before heading into the bathroom.

  Christ, what the fuck had we done?

  I disposed of the condom and eyed myself in the mirror. What an idiot I’d been to think that one night with Velvet would be enough. And what the hell was she going to say when she woke up with a hangover and a bad case of regret in the morning?

  Fuck.

  Chapter 9

  Mr Brightside ~ The Killers

  Velvet

  My mouth was dry and my head ached. I opened my eyes and groaned in pain as the light hit me. My hand flew to my head; the pain was excruciating.

  I hadn’t had a hangover in a long time, and it came back to me in a rush why I didn't drink to extremes anymore. I slowly sat up and cursed myself as the nausea hit me in waves. Shit, I was going to vomit. I lurched out of the bed, and it was at that moment that I realised I wasn’t in my own bed.

  I was at Nash’s house and I didn’t know where the bathroom was. Didn’t matter; I’d find it.

  Five minutes later I’d found the bathroom and emptied my stomach of it’s contents. I dragged myself back to the bed and laid down. The energy it took to vomit wiped me out and sleep claimed me again.

  ***

  When I came to, I still felt awful but at least the nausea was gone. As I slowly sat up, I assessed my surroundings. Nash’s bedroom was painted in a hushed grey; very masculine. There was no clutter in here, just the bed, bedside tables and a wood chest of drawers. He had one painting on the wall above the bed; some abstract swirl of reds, oranges and black. It didn’t make any sense to me, but then again, I figured art was subjective and it must have meant something to him.

  As I examined his room, I wondered where he was. The house was silent and I briefly considered that he actually wasn’t here. My heart sank at that thought. And then I wondered where the hell that thought had come from.

  Shit.

  It had just been sex for goodness sake. I may have been drunk, but I vaguely remembered him hesitating to sleep with me, and I also remembered that I’d forced him into it. Well, to say I forced him might have been exaggerating a little; Nash never needed forcing into sex. But what the hell did it mean for our friendship now? If he wasn’t here, did it mean he was avoiding me? And why was I upset at the thought that he wasn’t here?

  Shit.

  I pushed the bedspread back, got out of bed and went in search of him. As I padded through the house, I smiled at the simplicity of his surroundings. I liked simplicity and little clutter too. He had the bare basics with only a tiny amount of decoration, and his wal
ls were painted white. I loved the cleanliness of white. I also loved the few plants I saw scattered through his house. It all surprised me.

  Nash wasn’t here. I looked through the whole house and didn’t find him. But I did find a note on the kitchen bench that told me to make myself at home and that he’d gone into work. My heart warmed a little at that but it was still heavy with the worry that he was dodging me.

  Deciding that I actually wanted to get the hell out of here, I made my way back to the bedroom and got dressed. Christ, I hadn’t made the walk of shame in a long time having given up one night stands awhile ago. I called a cab and waited for them to take me away from the scene of what I hoped wouldn’t be the end of my friendship with Nash.

  ***

  I stepped out of the shower. My body was clean but the regret still clung to my soul. Why had I been so dumb to sleep with Nash and think it wouldn’t affect our friendship. The friendship we’d just patched back together.

  I’d texted him just after I left his house to let him know I was gone. That was an hour ago and I still hadn’t heard back from him. I didn’t expect much, but I at least expected a reply.

  Sighing, I got dressed for work. I had to be there in a couple of hours, but first I was going for a coffee with my sister. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend of five years and was struggling to deal with it, so I was making the effort to be there for her. We hadn’t always been close but we were now after a lot of hard work on both our behalf’s, and I was dedicated to nurturing that relationship.

  I checked my phone again as I left the house and shoved it back in my bag in disappointment when I saw there was still no message from Nash.

  ***

  “What’s wrong with you?” Anna enquired after she took a sip of coffee.

  My sister was very perceptive and even though I’d tried to mask my feelings, she’d picked up on them. “I slept with Nash last night.”

  “Why the hell would you do that?” She knew that I’d fobbed him off for years because I wanted to maintain our friendship rather than risk it by having sex with him.

  “I was drunk, horny and mad.”