by Franca Storm
She slides off the bed but she doesn’t make any move to leave. My eyes have now adjusted to the dark and I can clearly see that she’s standing there in a black silk robe that falls just above her knees. The belt is loose and I can make out the outline of her tits. My dick responds immediately and I shift in the bed and adjust the covers.
“Nicki—”
She cuts me off by leaning into me and pressing her finger to my lips.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I wasn’t manipulating you. I would never do that. I didn’t answer you at the ravine, because I was embarrassed, I guess. I’m not as comfortable talking about stuff like that as you are. I didn’t know…I don’t know how to do these things, John. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
I bat her hand away from my mouth. “You should go. Give me a couple of days and things will be back to normal with us.”
She shakes her head. “I can prove it to you.”
“Prove what?”
“That it’s not what you think between us…that it is more to me.”
“Just forget it.”
She doesn’t listen. Instead, she climbs onto the bed—onto me.
She’s straddling me. Shit. I don’t think my dick can take this.
“The way I figure it, the only way to prove it is for us to…do it…and for you to see that I’m not gonna be going anywhere afterwards.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
“John—”
“I need you to go. Now. Leave.”
“No.”
I grip her waist to lift her off me. “Point of no return, remember? This is it.”
Before I can lift her off me, she unties the belt of her robe and pushes it off her shoulders.
Fuck me; the robe is all she was wearing.
My eyes sweep over her naked body, taking in every delicious inch of her. Her tits would bring any man to his knees; full and perky. My gaze dips lower to her tight stomach, her tiny hips, her sexy thighs. I linger between her legs for a few seconds as memories of tasting that sweet pussy of hers run through my head, teasing me, tempting me.
I actually manage to think without interference from my dick for a second and irritation rises within me. She keeps putting me in no-win situations. She keeps tempting me, knowing I can’t go over the line. And my patience is at an end now. Stripping in front of me like this grates on my last nerve. I’m not superhuman.
So, before I can stop myself, I’ve wrestled her beneath me and I’m snarling down at her.
“You want my cock, Nicki? You wanna be fucked? You’ve been toying with me, pushing me with that hot little body of yours. Now, I’m gonna take you long and hard. Is that what you want? For me to treat you like just another girl? Another meaningless fuck? Is it?”
“Okay,” she gasps.
What? What did she just say? I look down at her. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and something else…fear or wonder? I can’t tell. She’s breathing in short rapid bursts. But she makes absolutely no move to stop me, to push me off her. It throws me, because that’s what I’d expected her to do; what I’d been counting on.
“John?” she whispers, hesitantly.
“Yeah, baby?” I manage to choke out, completely stunned by her shocking vulnerability.
“Do it,” she tells me.
Fucking hell. Right then, all my irritation and frustration leaves me. All I can see is her lying beneath me, wanting me, trusting me.
I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear.
She seems put off when I don’t say anything and just continue to stare at her, probably assuming that I’m gonna turn her away again.
“I want to do this,” she says.
I lean down and kiss her softly. She gasps as I deepen it, claiming her mouth. She trembles beneath me and I feel her hands on me, hesitantly stroking my arms. They move away quickly—awkwardly—and I realize she can’t decide what to do with them.
Smiling, I grasp them gently and tell her, “There’s no wrong way to touch me. Anything you do gets me going, baby. Feel, don’t think.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I chuckle. “Good.” I lick my way down her neck, along her collarbone, to her right tit. She gasps as I draw slow circles around her nipple while my hands sweep over her stomach, her hips, her sides. By the time I treat her left tit to the same teasing torture; she’s writhing beneath me and moaning quietly. Quietly? We’ll see about that.
I free her nipple and settle myself between her legs. Her sweet pussy is glistening with her arousal, so wet for me. I run my finger along her lips, brushing her clit and she bucks against me. God, she’s so responsive, so eager. I expected much more hesitation from her, given her issues with being touched. But there’s none, not here, not with me.
I tease her pussy with the tip of my finger. I push inside and she clenches around me as I slide it in deep and pull her towards me. She’s already so wet. I can feel my dick throbbing, eager to fill that sweet pussy of hers. The anticipation is killing me. I’m actually sweating, struggling to fight myself here. I’m not used to holding back, to taking my time like this. I’ve never touched a woman so gently before. Touching her is almost foreign in a way; completely new to what I’m normally used to.
Easing a second finger inside her, I feel her resistance, her pussy clamping down around me. I rub her clit with my thumb, drawing small circles. It drives her crazy and I watch her throw her head back. A tiny moan escapes her lips. I pick up the pace, pumping my fingers in and out of her in a scissoring motion, stretching her open for me.
“Okay, baby?”
She nods her head. “More.”
Music to my ears.
I start to finger fuck her hard, pounding into her as my free hand works her clit.
“Oh shit…ah…John!” she cries, riding my hand.
Her crying out my name is almost too much to take. My dick is throbbing almost painfully now. I’ve never been so hard in my life. The sight of her tits bouncing in time with her thrusts, her eyes glazed over with desire, my fingers buried deep—it’s a fucking work of art.
She’s drenched, her juices running down my fingers and she’s gasping out rapid breath after rapid breath. I see her body tense and I know she’s close; right on the edge.
I pull out, my fingers leaving her pussy, my thumb releasing her clit.
She cries out.
“Not yet. The first time you come, I wanna be inside you, baby.”
Rising up over her, I reach for the top drawer in my bedside table and rip it open. I fumble around for a few aggravating seconds, searching in the dark until I finally feel a condom packet. I snatch it up and settle myself back between her legs and roll it on quickly.
Her eyes lock with mine as I rub the head of my dick over her pussy. I push in gently, barely an inch and she whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut. Fuck. Even after prepping her with my fingers, there’s still so much resistance. Her grip is out of this world and I have to fight everything in me not to rush things, not to bury my dick in her as deep as I can fucking go. It’s torture. But the look on her face is enough to set me straight.
“Try to relax for me,” I tell her as I tease her clit.
Her fingers latch onto my arms, her nails digging into my flesh. Her face is a mixture of fear, wonder and uncomfortableness.
“Are you sure, Nicki?”
“Yes,” she cries. Then she grins and tells me, “It’s…I didn’t know you were…” she glances down at my dick “…that big.”
I can’t stop myself. I burst out laughing. Right in the middle of sex. That’s a first. I can’t believe what this woman does to me. She starts laughing too. My dick is partially buried in her pussy, my fingers working her clit and we’re both hysterical.
“Oh, baby. I love you,” I say, as our laughter subsides.
What? I freeze. What did I just say? Oh, fuck me.
She gasps and I can see she’s as shocked as I am.
I’m not sure wh
at to do, so I step up my assault on her clit. Her pussy relaxes enough for me to ease my cock in the rest of the way. Jesus Christ!
I hold still, waiting on her to adjust to the size of me. And then I ease in and out slowly.
“Ready?” I ask as I pull almost all the way out, with just the tip of my dick still inside her.
“Yes,” she pants.
I thrust into her hard, driving deep and taking her virginity in the process.
She screams, her nails digging harder into my arms and drawing blood. Fucking hell, I’ve never felt anything as tight as this. Her pussy is squeezing the life out of my dick. I can barely breathe, barely move inside her. It’s so fucking intense that I have to fight not to come right away. I’m right on the edge. But this is her first time, not mine. And I’m gonna do everything in my power to give her the best here—screw what my dick wants.
And so I still for a second and claim her mouth with mine. I keep my left hand on her clit to maintain some relief while my dick is lodged inside her. I shift my weight slightly and slide my fingers into her hair, stroking it reassuringly as my mouth devours her. She responds wildly, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I lose control and start pumping my dick inside her. She moans into my mouth and wraps her legs around me.
Breaking our kiss, she chokes out desperately, “More.” She grinds against my hand, rubbing her clit hard against me. “Please,” she begs.
I pick up my pace and before I know it, I’m pounding into her, fucking her hard. My fingers are moving so fast over her clit that my hand is basically vibrating.
“Oh my God! Ah, John! Shit!”
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
Her body tenses, her legs squeeze my waist. And then her pussy clamps down around me as she comes, screaming my name. Jesus Christ, every spasm of her tight pussy sends shockwaves of pleasure through my dick. It’s so intense that I can’t hold on any longer.
“Fuck, baby,” I grit out harshly as I come inside her.
***
I wince as John pulls out slowly. Oh God, I’m so sore. But it was worth it for the mind-blowing orgasm I just experienced and having him deep inside of me.
“You okay, baby?” he asks me, his face full of concern.
I nod and smile. I can’t speak yet. I think he fucked that ability out of me.
“I’ll be right back.” I watch him grab his robe off the back of the door and shrug it on. And then he opens the bedroom door and slips out. For a second I wonder where he’s going. And then I realize: the bathroom, to take care of the condom.
I can’t believe it; we just had sex. I just had sex. I honestly never believed the day would come when I’d be able to let a man be with me like that. But with John, everything is different and I wasn’t afraid. I know in my bones that he’ll never ever hurt me.
He was so gentle with me, so patient. So…loving. Oh, baby. I love you. He’d actually said those words. Just thinking about it warms me. And I’m not sure if it’s because it’s my first time, or whether it’s just my relief at finally letting go of years of anxiety and closing myself off, but I can’t seem to control myself. I start crying. Not a stray tear here and there, but full-on sobbing.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I hear John’s concerned voice suddenly.
I look up through teary eyes to see him hurrying towards me. He climbs onto the bed. He takes my face in his hands and wipes away my tears with the pads of his thumbs. The look on his face; his concern and the tender way he touches me, makes me cry harder.
“Tell me, Nicki. Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Please talk to me,” he begs. He’s really freaked out.
“I’m okay…sorry. I’m just…I’m happy.”
“These are happy tears?” he presses, hesitant to believe it.
“Yeah,” I sob. “I’m sorry,” I say, shielding my face with my hands.
He wraps his arms around me and rocks me gently against him. “You were so brave tonight, Nicki,” he says, as he brushes my hair away from my tear-stained face.
I’m not sure how much time passes before I finally stop crying and manage to collect myself. I pull away and he releases me, studying me intently.
“When you remember this night, can you omit the part about me crying like a baby?”
He chuckles. “Already omitted.”
He climbs off the bed and crosses to his chest of drawers in the corner. I watch him slip on a pair of boxers and then grab a t-shirt. He walks back to me and, before I can react, he slips it on over my head. I look down to see that it is my favorite t-shirt of his; the Bruce Springsteen concert shirt.
“As much as I love the sight of you naked right now, I can’t have my girl parading around with nothing on when Mitch is up and about.”
“Are we going somewhere?” I ask, confused.
“I drew you a bath,” he tells me, holding out his hand to me. “Come.”
“A bath?” I ask, confused.
“I know you must be sore. The bath will help.”
I can’t help it; I grin like an idiot. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“It’s just…you’re being so…I love you too, John.”
He smiles and leans into me. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he surprises me and sweeps me up into his arms instead. “Bath time,” he tells me as he carries me to the door.
“Be careful, John,” I warn. “A woman could get used to this.”
He chuckles. “Only the best for my Nicki.”
My Nicki. I’m his? Yeah, I’m his. I like the sound of that. I like that very much.
Chapter 26
~John~
I wake up to the irritating sounds of clanging, clinking, metal scraping against ceramic. I groan in protest and force my eyes open. I try to move, but I quickly realize I can’t. I look down to find Nicki draped over me, her head on my chest and her legs tangled with mine. The blanket from the couch is flung over us and that’s when I realize that we aren’t in my bed. We slept on the couch.
It takes me a second to remember. Right, while Nicki was taking a bath I came out here to the living room to watch some TV while I waited for her. I knew if I didn’t distract myself then I would’ve fallen asleep before she came back to me. I was completely exhausted. But Nicki wasn’t. She became hyper and so damn talkative so we ended up watching some crappy sitcom until around 2am when she finally calmed down. Hmm, so sex makes her hyper. Gotta remember that.
I turn my head towards the kitchen, to the sound of all the noise. Mitch is in there fucking around, making coffee and breakfast. I carefully pull myself from beneath Nicki. She murmurs at the movement, but she doesn’t wake. I head into the kitchen and snap at Mitch, “Could you be any louder?”
He scoffs and turns around, coffee in hand. “You wanna talk about loud? What the hell did you do to her last night? I swear all I heard for hours was her talking and laughing.”
“Sorry, she was a little overexcited.”
He gives me a look.
“What?”
“Just waiting for you to admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“I heard you guys, John. It was hard not to. I know you fucked her.”
I cringe at his choice of words.
The bastard picks up on it and shakes his head. “Wow. This is new. Should I say made love or some bullshit then?”
“Fuck off.”
He chuckles. “In all seriousness, I’m glad. For her; not for you.”
“Not for me?”
“I’m still pissed at you.”
“For what?”
“What do you think, you dick? For the shit you said to Chloe last night.”
“About her being your woman?”
“Yeah. That.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on.”
“No. You need to control your temper better! When you get like that things just fly out of your mouth.”
“That was me controlling my temper.”
If Nicki wasn’t sleeping on the couch
right now, I know the walls would be quaking from the force of our shouts. Mitch is really pissed at me, which doesn’t happen that often. We get along really well most of the time, but when we don’t, all hell can break loose.
He fixes me with one of his looks; the one that tells me he’s not backing down and I might as well save us both the time and energy and just suck it up. Son of a bitch.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get caught in the cross-fire,” I grit out.
He grins, knowing he’s won this round. I could’ve dragged it out and gone the other way, but I’m not in the mood to fight. After last night with Nicki, I’m in a great mood and I’m not gonna let anything or anyone screw with that.
“Thanks,” Mitch says.
“So, you and Chlo?”
He blows out a frustrated breath. “Nah. You know how she is. She doesn’t date guys like me. I’m not one of those trust fund, Ivy League pussies. I don’t have my entire life planned out—I fly by the seat of my pants. I’m the guy you don’t bring home to meet the parents; the guy a girl like her will slum it with for a night to get a taste of the wild side that those preppy rich kids can’t give her. But that’s as far as it goes.”
I can hear the bitterness in his voice. The look in his eyes startles me: hurt. I’ve never seen Mitch this way before. Things never seem to affect him. He’s as easy going as they come; always high on life. Shit, Chloe has really gotten under his skin.
“Listen—”
He waves his hand, cutting me off. “Save it. You know it’s true.”
“Not sure about that. Look at me and Nicki.”
“Right, yeah, she’s the girl from the wrong side of the tracks and you’re the trust fund kid. The difference is you don’t give a crap about any of that shit—appearances, family duty. And Nicki’s so damn cute that your parents love her.” He chuckles and adds, “I’m not cute, John.”
I laugh. “Ain’t that the truth?”
He slumps back in his chair. I see the defeat in his eyes. He shakes his head and scrubs his hand over his face. When he looks back at me, his happy-go-lucky self is back, as if it had never left. “Whatever. She was a good fuck. Wild as hell, John.”
