by Nina Levine
He rewarded me with a slow, deep kiss; the kind of kiss that makes your chest tingle with excitement and your tummy swirl with butterflies. His tongue explored my mouth, tangling with mine, and my back arched off the bed as I tried desperately to have more of him. I needed more; I needed it all. Everything he had to give me, I would take. Greedily.
He growled and ended the kiss. Warm breath tickled my neck as he moved his mouth to my ear to whisper, “You like the music?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He continued to whisper in my ear, “I picture you while I make myself come listening to it.”
My pussy clenched at his words and I writhed on the bed. “Fuck, Nash, I need - ”
He cut me off again with a finger to my lips. “No talking, unless I say so.”
Fuck.
His bossiness turned me on. I needed him to touch me, to fuck me. I was ready, and he wasn’t hurrying it along. But I didn’t dare utter another word.
The song finished, and Closer by Nine Inch Nails began playing. And then my world exploded around me as Nash began the next phase of pleasuring me. He pushed my legs wider apart and licked my pussy from one end to the other. I waited for his tongue or finger to enter me but neither happened. Instead, my clit came alive with vibrations. It wasn’t what I was expecting and I screamed out his name. My hands fought their restraints as I automatically tried to move my hands so I could touch him.
He placed a hand on my stomach. “Don’t fight it, baby,” he murmured.
I couldn’t stop myself. “I need to touch you, Nash.”
“You like the bullet? Feel good?”
“I love the bullet, but I want my hands on you too.” I was almost begging him.
“Soon,” he promised, and then moved the bullet vibrator to tease my nipples. When his tongue hit my pussy at the same time, I couldn’t help it, I arched up off the bed again. The pleasure was intense. So good; I never wanted it to stop.
I hooked my legs over his shoulders while he tongued me. He grunted his approval and then began alternating the bullet between my nipples and my clit while mixing in his tongue and his fingers. Nash had just become my new favourite person. I was in sensory overload and the pleasure he was bringing me was pleasure like I’d never known.
When he stopped what he was doing, I could have cried. However, he redeemed himself when he removed my blindfold. I blinked and smiled at him when I found his face above mine. He bent and kissed me hard. His groans of desire filled me, and his hands moved to cradle my face while he continued our kiss. The contradiction in his actions was loud; his kiss was rough and exacting, but his touch was so very gentle. I loved both sides of him.
He ended the kiss but continued to cradle my face. His thumb gently rubbed my cheek and he stared at me. There was no smile, just that intensity I was growing used to. His eyes shifted between mine and he slowly shook his head a couple of times. Pushing away from me, he shifted back to kneel between my legs. I had no idea what was happening but it felt like he’d retreated from me. I needed to touch him; needed to reach him.
“Undo me, Nash,” I said.
His gaze flicked to my hands and he only hesitated for a moment before doing as I said. Once he’d undone the rope, he sat on the bed, and I didn’t wait another second, I moved to sit in his lap. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and brushed a kiss over his lips.
“Where did you go?” I whispered.
He blinked; surprised. But he wasn’t honest with me. “I’m right here, darlin’.”
I slowly shook my head. “No, Nash, you’re here physically, but your mind, your soul, left for a moment there.”
His eyes widened. He didn’t speak straight away, but then he floored me. His arms tightened around me and he said, “I like to fuck, Velvet. And a woman’s pleasure is just as important to me as my own. But with you, I care more about your pleasure. And I don’t know what the fuck to make of that, baby.”
It was my turn to blink. I was speechless so I just smiled at him. His words scared the hell out of me just as much as they made me feel so damn good about myself, about what was happening between us.
“Does that freak you the fuck out like it does me?” he whispered.
A shiver ran down my back. Nash’s honesty meant so much to me; I’d never been with a man who wasn’t afraid to share his innermost thoughts. I nodded. “Yeah, baby, it does.”
His lips crashed down onto mine and we lost ourselves in a kiss that said the words that neither of us could say. It was in that moment that I finally acknowledged just how easily I could fall for this man. And I also gave myself the permission to fall. I didn’t know where we would end up, but I knew he was the one to take a chance on.
Nash ended the kiss and murmured, “We need a condom, sweetheart, and then I’m going to fuck you hard. You up for that?”
He had no idea. “I’m always up for that.”
Nash didn’t need to be told twice; he moved me off him and left me to find what he was looking for. While he was up, he turned the music up louder. He’d made it so loud that I doubted I would be able to hear him talk.
I watched him put the condom on, and then he positioned himself over me, his cock hitting my entrance. My body thrummed, more than ready to have him in me. He’d meant what he said about fucking me hard; a moment later, without warning, he thrust inside me. My eyes squeezed shut at the sensations he caused. I’d waited all day to have him back in me, and he’d teased me to the point of madness. To finally have his cock was like a long sigh of delicious happiness.
He grunted, and pulled out before thrusting hard and fast again. I moaned, and he set a relentless pace of thrusting in and out. My legs gripped so hard onto him to keep up that I knew my muscles would be screaming at me tomorrow.
Between the music that was made for fucking, his grunts of pleasure and his cock giving me what I needed, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Nash had managed to captivate every single sense of mine and I was focused solely on reaching my orgasm. However, he stopped what he was doing for a moment and my pussy cried out for him. I didn’t have to worry though; he gripped my hips and flipped me over before pulling me up onto my hand and knees. His cock entered me again and I screamed out his name at how good it felt. He resumed his maddening pace, filling me completely with every thrust. I began panting; he’d brought me so close.
Just as I was sure I was about to orgasm, he roared, “Fuck!” He thrust one last time and then groaned as he came. It drove me over the edge and I came with him. My mind exploded with flashes of light, and my body quivered with the intense pleasure he’d given me.
We stayed joined for a couple of minutes. Nash ran his hands over my ass and along my back. “Christ, Velvet, the things you do to a man,” he murmured before pulling out of me. The bed shifted as he moved off it and left to dispose of the condom.
I turned and sat on the bed, waiting for him to return. My thoughts were all over the place. And jammed in amongst all those thoughts was the knowledge that Nash and I had just shared more than our bodies. I watched him walk back into the room and knew from the soft look on his face that he felt it too. He turned the music off and came back to the bed. Those muscles of his distracted me again; hell they would always distract me. They’d fucking distract a lesbian, I was convinced of it.
I laid back and he settled on his side next to me on the bed, one leg draped over me. We lay just watching each other for awhile. It felt natural, easy. No words were needed. But eventually, he grinned at me, and asked, “You liked the music?”
His playlist consisted of only those two songs. I wasn’t complaining though, they worked for me. I ran my hand through his hair. “I love your playlist although I’m a little surprised you have that song on there.”
“The one you dance to?”
“Yeah.”
He dipped his lips to mine, and then hit me with the sexy Nash smile I loved; the one that meant he was having devious thoughts. “Sweet thing, you can’t be surprised that I get o
ff to thoughts of you. Fuck, any man in his right mind would. You’re a man’s fuckin’ wet dream.”
Nash could say the dirtiest thing and yet still make it sound good. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Good because it was fuckin’ meant as one, baby.”
I smiled lazily at him. He’d worn me out the last few days and sleep was claiming me. He noticed and kissed me again, before saying, “Go to sleep. I need you rested for tomorrow.”
“What’s on tomorrow?”
His devious smile returned. “It’s your turn to ride me tomorrow night, sweet thing. I’m going to let you do all the work so stop talking and start getting your energy back.”
I shut my eyes and began to drift off. “Promises, promises,” I murmured.
My stomach fluttered when he whispered, “Baby, that’s just the beginning.”
I fell asleep to dreams of the pleasure Nash was going to give me; they really were the best kinds of dream known to woman.
Chapter 19
Addicted To You ~ Avicii
Nash
I walked into the kitchen and sucked in a breath at the sight of Velvet sitting on my kitchen counter cross legged. We’d had a shower together and because she had no clothes at my house, I’d given her one of my t-shirts to wear afterwards. Seeing her in my clothes did shit to me, good shit, and my dick twitched at the sight. The sex with her last night had been out of this fucking world; today was going to be a long day waiting to get back to her.
She was scrolling on her phone and looked up at me.
“You always sit on kitchen benches?” I asked.
“Only the benches of people I really like.”
I jerked my chin at her phone. “Don’t tell me you’re a Facebook addict.” I fucking hated that shit.
She held up her phone and flashed it at me, showing me that she wasn’t on Facebook. “No, I’m just checking my horoscope for today.”
“What the fuck?”
She frowned. “I said, I’m checking my horoscope.”
I walked over to where she was sitting. “I heard what you said, but I’m wondering why you follow that shit.”
“It’s not shit, Nash.”
I took her phone out of her hand and read what it said. “Your life may feel like a roller coaster at the moment, Virgo. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Make sure you talk to those close to you about your feelings and communicate clearly what you need from them.” I looked at her and shook my head. “You really believe this crap? That could relate to everyone’s life, babe.”
She snatched her phone back. “Well, I happen to think it relates very well to my life and I also think the advice it gives is good.”
Damn, she was hot when she got shitty. I’d have to remember that. I held my hands up. “Fair enough.” I leaned in and kissed her before saying, “Christ, you look good in my shirt, sweet thing.”
My words did the trick; she gave me a breathtaking smile before flirting with me. “You look pretty damn good in it too but I prefer you with no shirt on.” Then she added, “What’s for breakfast?”
I unfolded her legs so they fell either side of me. My hands snaked up her legs and under the t-shirt. “Fuck, you’ve got nothing on underneath this,” I muttered as I made the discovery.
She put her hands around my neck, clasping them together. “I was kinda hoping it might entice you to show me again how good your tongue is.”
My dick did more than twitch and I cursed the fact I had to go to work today. “Baby, I never need to be enticed to show off my tongue. It fuckin’ lives for pussy.”
The moan that escaped from her lips got me even harder, and I pulled out of her hold. She frowned. “Where are you going?”
I ran my hand through my hair. “Trust me when I say I want to stay here and fuck you, but I’ve got club shit to take care of this morning.”
Her disappointment was as strong as mine. “Do you get time off at lunch?”
“Fuck, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I’ll fuckin’ make time at lunch.”
“I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page, Nash. I’ll be at my place all day; feel free to bring your tongue over. And your cock. Definitely bring your cock.” She was grinning at me now and I laughed at her.
“I’ll be sure to mention it to him.”
“Good. Now, back to my original question. What are you cooking me for breakfast?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t that a woman’s job, darlin’?”
She raised her eyebrow back at me. “If you think I’m the kind of woman that lives by those outdated ideas, then this ends right now.”
I loved it when she fired up, and my dick stirred again. Christ, at the rate we were going, I was going to be hers completely soon. She was going to fucking own me. I needed to slow this shit down a little. “I’m all for equal rights, but I don’t cook breakfast for anyone, babe”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I waited for her reply. I didn’t delude myself; we were in a battle here. A battle to see who held more power at the moment.
She shrugged. “No worries, I’ll just have a coffee.”
Ah, fuck it.
She’d won.
I made coffee.
***
Velvet
Shit, bugger, damn.
My morning had gone really well after Nash dropped me at home on his way to the club. I’d finished off some study for my exams that were coming up and then I’d given myself a facial, a pedicure and washed and blow-dried my hair. If Nash was coming over at lunch, I was going to look damn good for him. However, my mother phoned and reminded me I was having lunch with her and Anna. I’d completely forgotten and now had to let Nash know I was cancelling. He hadn’t answered my call so I texted him.
Me: Gotta cancel lunch with your tongue. Forgot I had lunch planned with my family. Catch you tonight.
I finished getting ready for lunch and checked my phone before I left. Still no reply. There wasn’t much I could do about it so I locked up the house and left. We were meeting for lunch at the Breakfast Creek Hotel and the traffic was a bitch. However, my car was running so well after Nash had worked on it that it made the traffic bearable. Either that, or the fact I was thinking about Nash made it bearable.
The lunch crowd was loud today, and there were people everywhere. I scanned to find Mum and Anna, finally locating them in the corner and then made my way to where they were. Anna grinned at me strangely and Mum gave me a huge smile.
As I sat down, I asked, “What? Why are you two acting weird?”
Anna didn’t hesitate to tell me; she was bursting to get it out. “You’ve been with Nash again, haven’t you?”
“How the hell can you tell that?”
She gave me a sly smile. “Well, I couldn’t, but it was a good guess.” She looked me up and down. “Mind you, you do look very happy and soft.”
“What does that mean? The bit about being soft.” My sister spoke in riddles half the time; I was forever trying to decipher what she meant.
“Your shoulders aren’t as tense as they normally are, and you don’t have that look on your face that says ‘don’t fuck with me cause I’ll fuck back’.”
Mum laughed and nodded her agreement. “She’s right, Velvet. You seem different. Who is this man?”
Before I could answer her, Anna did it for me. “Nash is one of the bikers who own Indigo.”
I corrected her. “He doesn’t own the club as such; Storm own it.”
She waved her hand in the air. “Semantics.”
“How long have you been seeing him?” Mum asked.
I sighed, wishing that Anna hadn’t said anything. They’d both been pushing me to start dating again for years so I could only imagine the questions I was about to be hit with. I would rather have told Mum in my own time, once I knew where it was heading, if anywhere.
“So, is it dating or just sex?” Anna wanted to know next.
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��God! Why do you need to ask so many questions?” She completely exasperated me sometimes. I loved her to death, but her need to know everything drove me insane.
“Why do you always avoid my questions?”
“Aargh!” If I could have screamed, I would have. But I couldn’t, and I knew that if I didn’t give her an answer, she would just keep asking. I pointed my finger at her and gave her a very serious look. “Alright, I’ll answer your question but it’s the last one you ask, okay? Otherwise, no more answers.”
I waited for her answer and she nodded. “Yes, you answer that and I won’t need to know anymore. Except for the size of his - ”
“Anna!” I screeched. “Enough! It’s not just sex and it’s not dating. There, are you happy?”
She looked perplexed. “What kind of answer is that?”
“The most honest one I’ve got.”
Before anyone had a chance to say anything more, my phone buzzed with a text message. I quickly snatched it out of bag hoping it was Nash replying to mine from earlier. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I read it.
Nash: Didn’t get your message and now I’m at your fucking house with the biggest hard on I’ve ever had and no pussy to take care of it.
Me: Perhaps you should check your messages more often.
Nash: Fuck.
Me: Poor baby. I miss your tongue.
Nash: Fuck the tongue, sweet thing. Tonight all you’re gonna see and feel is my cock.
Me: I’m gonna be in Nash heaven.
Nash: Fuck. No more texts or I’m gonna have to whack off on your front verandah.
I laughed out loud when I read his last text and then put my phone away.
My mother took my hand and squeezed it gently. “I’m happy to see you smile again,” she said, softly.
I wasn’t sure if it was what she’d said, the tone of it or the emotions I was already feeling today, but my eyes teared up. My heart felt full today; I felt like something had shifted in me. Something big. And even though I had a sense of anxiety about it, I knew, deep in my soul, that it was a good thing. I knew I had to take this step and let be what may.
