by Ally Adams
Nik—looking divine in black suit pants and a light gray knit pullover—did the calculation in his head. I just loved watching him, he was so beautiful. I could almost hear his accountant brain doing the math.
“Well, Sah-sha, If you exhaust me with your sexual demands so that I can only play out my two-year contract with the Saints; and we don’t spend money on anything else but eating out, we’ll be right for ninety-six years at this rate,” he said.
My eyes widened. “Wow, so I can order a cola then?”
“That will make it ninety-five years, but if you want to be reckless…” he shrugged. “We haven’t added your potential designer income. You might end up supporting me if I retire injured.”
I gave him a shocked expression. “No way am I doing that,” I said, and he laughed.
“I’ll return all favors in kind,” he said.
“Okay, done,” I agreed.
“Wow, that was the easiest contract I’ve ever negotiated.” Nik looked surprised, using his chop sticks to devour a mouthful of steamed rice.
“Niklas, are you calling me easy?” I asked.
He reached for his green tea and swallowed a sip. “I think you trapped me Sah-sha,” he said.
“I think I did,” I agreed. “Are you staying the night with me?”
He smiled, my question taking him by surprise. “I was hoping to, yes. Is that okay?”
I nodded. “Of course.” I lowered my voice and leaned in close to him. “I want to see your face when we make love tonight.”
He looked away from me, his gaze returning to his green tea. “Sure, if you like,” he said, with an attempt to keep his voice nonchalant but I could see he was in panic mode, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down his fear.
“I won’t ask about the scars, I promise,” I whispered.
He nodded but didn’t look at me. And then I saw Tomás and Alice enter. I waved to Alice and they came over.
“Hey, didn’t know you were going to be here?” Alice said.
“Alice, Tango,” Nik greeted them.
“Hey Kaiser, Sass…sha, it’s not my first choice,” Tomás said, and he didn’t look happy. “I’ll have to have a meal when I get home.” He rolled his eyes and Alice hit his arm. Nik laughed.
“Why don’t guys like Japanese?” I asked.
“Because it’s light, and fish and pickle stuff,” Tomás answered.
“I like it,” Nik said. “So well prepared and fresh.”
I looked at him with appreciative eyes. He was a man of good taste.
“Want to join us?” Alice asked.
“No,” Nik said, flatly. “But thanks.”
Alice looked put out, Tomás grinned at Nik’s directness and I tried to smooth it over.
“He wants me to go under the table soon,” I shrugged to Alice, “and you don’t want to see that.”
Tomás laughed again. Bless him for having a sense of humor while Alice looked a mixture of mortified and disbelieving. Nik on the hand looked as though I had just had the best idea since the missionary position was deemed boring.
“See you around the club,” Tomás said, and grabbed Alice’s hand, departing.
“Well...” Nik said.
“Well, have you tried this teriyaki chicken?” I asked putting a piece directly in line with his lips. He snapped it off my chopsticks.
“Mm,” he said, with appreciation. “When are you doing it? Going under the table?” His eyes were wide and from the way he shuffled in his seat I’m guessing he was hard for the idea.
“Nah, I just said that so we could sit by ourselves,” I teased him.
“No Sarsh, come on, I’ve had a concussion. You need to check everything is in working order,” he moaned.
I shook my head at him. “I have four words for you, Nik...”
His eyes lit up with anticipation. “Okay?”
“Pass the steamed rice.”
He groaned and I laughed.
“I promise to take an inventory of your body and make sure everything is working as soon as we get to my bed,” I said. “Okay?”
“If under the table is out of the question, I guess that will be fine,” he said. “That is a beautiful dress, Sah-sha.” He ran his eye from my neck to the table line.
“Thanks, again.” He had told me that a few times. I designed it. It’s one of my favorite designs—a black button down long sleeve dress with a white collar and white wrist sleeve cuffs. It went to below the knees and I wore black knee-length boots with it.
“What have you got on underneath?” he teased.
“Nothing,” I said, sipping my green tea. Considerate as I am, I had worn a dress that buttoned right down the front with nothing underneath but my knee high boots. And I mean nothing.
Nik stopped and stared at me. “But lingerie, what lingerie do you have underneath?”
I shook my head. “None.”
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Finished?”
Men. I nodded and was out of my seat before him.
*****
My feet didn’t touch the ground from the moment we came through my front door and we arrived in my bedroom. Praise be the patron saint of fit men—Nik picked me up in the hallway, ran up the stairs to my loft bedroom with me in his arms and had me in the bedroom before I had time to truly appreciate his muscles involved in the exercise. Nik called out hello to Prada as we went up the stairs, bless him, he was earning serious brownie points. He put me down on the edge of the bed.
“Tonight Sah-sha is the night where we don’t muck around, so don’t move,” he ordered, not taking his eyes off me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I don’t think he believed I was completely naked beneath my dress—I deliberately went commando, knowing I could slip the fact in somewhere during the night. He slipped off his knitted jumper, the white t-shirt under it, pushed off his shoes and socks, undid his belt and then looked at me. I could see the scars on his body and the tatts down his arm and side, across his ribs. I tried not to focus on the scars; I didn’t need him freaking out, I just wanted us to have sex tonight.
“I want to unwrap you, like a present,” he said and strode over with his sexy tailored pants on and naked chest. He leaned down and unzipped my boots, taking off each one before standing again, and reaching for me.
“Pants first,” I said, unzipping him as they were right in my eye line. He grabbed a condom from the pocket, put it on the drawer beside the bed and stepped out of his black trousers. He threw them over a chair and turned back to find me studying his package, back to front.
He smiled. “Okay?”
“Oh yes,” I nodded, enthusiastically. Tonight he had on black boxer briefs with a white waist band and in preparation; he had a huge erection that just made me wetter. I wanted to rush too, in case we were interrupted by friends or karma like jilted sisters, concussion, bloody noses, low blood pressure or visiting friends!
He reached down and lifted me from under my elbows, raising me to standing height. He took a deep breath and undid the first button on my dress, working his way down. I heard the sharp intake of his breath as he revealed my breasts and hardened nipples, my ribs, my stomach and hips, the pale hair on my mound to the final button that revealed me as completely naked.
“Fucking magnificent Sah-sha,” he said, with a slow smile. I swear the man was panting slightly and his erection was engorged. He pulled the dress back off my shoulders, threw it over his pants on the chair, and looked at me completely naked in front of him.
He reached for me, his fingers stroked over my hips, up through the hourglass of my waist, to cup my breasts before running over my nipples, sending shivers racing through every nerve ending.
“You make me want to be dirty with you, Sah-sha, put you over my knee and spank you for being so bad. Why is that?” he frowned, the heat in his eyes tingling my skin.
“I can’t imagine Nik. I thought going out without underwear was normal,” I said as innocently as I could muster.
He smiled, lea
ned down and just when I thought he was going to lick my needy nipple, he kept going until he was kneeling in front of me, his hands on my hips and his mouth right in front of my vagina. Fuck, my knees went weak. There was no way I was going to be able to stand if Nik’s tongue found its way inside me, and then it did.
His hands clasped my butt cheeks pushing me forward, closer to his mouth and the tip of his tongue teased my clit, making all my muscles clench. I put my hands in his short hair and gasped. He moved his hands to my front and peeled back my lips, exposing my insides to him and his swift tongue worked every inch of me while my body clenched and I gasped in pleasure.
“Nik,” I heard myself cry out as my legs gave way and he scooped me up and laid me on the bed, spreading my legs wide. I instinctively closed them but he was wedged between and they would only close to the width of his broad shoulders. This was different to what I had before with my ex-husband… I couldn’t explain it; it was more intense, more private, more about just the two of us and not just filling a need. I had never had that.
Nik’s tongue worked me, coming back to suck on my clit, the heat bursting through me. Just when I thought I was going to come in a huge screaming rush, Nik moved out from between my legs.
“No Nik, I’m so close,” I warned him. I’d come without him if he stopped.
He ignored me and flipped me over on the bed and began to play with me from behind, picking up the pace just as quickly as before so I didn’t come off my high. I squirmed with embarrassment. This was too intimate for now, I wasn’t ready for it. His fingers were separating my butt cheeks, circling my anus, pushing into my vagina. I tried to pull away from him.
“I won’t enter you, trust me,” he said and I buried my face in the bed cover, embarrassed by the pleasure and intimacy. Fuck it was unbelievable, the sensations, the sensitivity—his fingers came out of my vagina and circled and pinched my clit, while another finger continued to play around my anus. All the time I was being controlled by Nik’s large hands, not able to move an inch, my whole body was bucking. I came in rush of light and ecstasy, and I think I screamed Nik and God’s name several times. I was panting, but he didn’t give me time to come down, there was an urgency about tonight. He kept me lying on my stomach, I heard the condom tear and he was pushing against my vagina to enter me from behind again.
Before I could stop him, he was sliding in and my body was arching with his entry, both the pleasure and pain.
“Fuck Süsse, you are super tight after coming,” he said, and stopped, holding my hips and waiting, getting control. He began again shortly after, controlling my body, pushing into me, his hands making circling motions around my butt, teasing in and out of the fold of my lips below. It was the most amazing experience—I felt more naked then I had ever felt, more exposed, so fucking turned on I couldn’t form a sentence.
I could feel his erection pushing and filling me as he began to pump me. One hand moved away from slipping up the folds of my lips and moved up my body, finding my nipple, tweaking it unexpectedly and sending all my nerve endings on alert. I cried out again as he worked my nipple between his finger, pumped into me harder and harder and his thumb pressed against my anus, not entering it but giving me the sensation that he might, putting my body on erotic alert.
He hammered into me and I moaned, wanting more, loving the feeling of being one. As my body came again, shaking with total pleasure, he hissed my name through clenched teeth and came, his whole body vibrating and his grip on me so tight I could barely breathe. We worked through it, letting it rise and flow and then I felt his weight on me as he slumped forward, holding his weight but pushing us both flat on the bed, his penis remaining inside me. I don’t know how long we stayed there but I felt him pull out, dispose of the condom and return to hold me. When I eventually opened my eyes and turned to face him, his crystal blue eyes were watching me.
“I didn’t think I was going to make it home after you told me you had nothing under that dress,” he said, softly.
“I admire your control,” I teased him. “That Nik, was unbelievable.” I smiled. We were a mess—sticky, wet, happy.
“What a great end to a great night.” He sighed.
It hadn’t been lost on me that yet again, Nik didn’t want me to see his scars.
I jostled and pushed him on his back. I knew he wasn’t comfortable being exposed completely naked front on but it was time to tackle this. I saw his eyes flick to where his t-shirt lay over a chair but that was not going to happen. I leaned up on one elbow and began to trail my fingers over his tanned chest.
I looked at his largest tattoo: a detailed Celtic design sun with the German words ‘Untergegangen um wieder zu steigen’ inked below it.
“What does that mean?” I asked pronouncing it awkwardly.
Nik laughed at my pronunciation and said it quickly and fluidly. “It means ‘set to rise again’,” he translated it for me. I noticed Nik’s breathing was jagged as he waited for my questions.
“That’s beautiful, but you use a lot of words for a short sentence,” I said.
Nik grinned. “We Germans like our words long.”
“Yes, long is good,” I agreed, teasing him. “Why the sun?”
“The sun gives light to guide through dark times... the tatt is about survival,” he said, and I nodded, not pushing it.
He took my hand and stopped my journey across his chest.
“We both don’t have to work this weekend,” he said, referring to his playing and my Saints’ media work.
Ah here it comes, at least he brought it up.
“We are free spirits,” I agreed.
“Have you planned anything?” he asked.
“Not yet, I haven’t given it much thought,” I said, as casually as I could muster.
“I meant to ask you earlier, but I forgot with Russian knocking me out... I booked a weekend away for us if that’s okay? I can cancel it if you don’t want to go, but do you think you could take Friday off if Jim will let you?”
“Sure, I have time owing, a lot actually. Where are we going?” I asked, excitement bubbling inside me.
“I thought you could take me shopping, then I could take you shopping and we could try a few different dining experiences...”
I sat grinning at him like an idiot. “That would be great. But men don’t like shopping, you’ll be bored after an hour.”
“I’ll be with you and watching you, and I could do that all day,” he said. “We can do some tourist stuff too, huh? You haven’t asked where I’ve booked it.”
“Where?” I asked.
“New York, the city. Is that okay?”
“New York City,” I squealed, “hell yeah, that’s fantastic. There’s so much good shopping there—I have to do some research... there’s this amazing haberdashery store in Harlem, and great shops in Brooklyn and Williamsburg, plus there’s really good vintage markets...” I noticed Nik grinning at me and I hugged him, knocking him back on his back.
“I heard there was a very good Victoria’s Secrets store there too,” he teased. “I have to take you there.”
“I’ll add it to the list but we’re guy shopping first!” I clapped my hands. “Thank you, Nik, that will be so much fun,” I said, kissing him all over.
He laughed and looked so pleased to have pleased me.
“How are we getting there?” I stopped to ask.
“Well it’s about five-and-a-half hours flying time, but we lose a few hours in time difference so if we leave early Friday we’ll be there late afternoon, just in time to check in, take a walk through Central Park because I’m dying to see it together, go for a drink, and go out for dinner later. Then Saturday is all yours... you will have to plan it... I’ll need plenty of coffee I suspect... and Sunday we’ll fly home after midday but we get the time difference back so we’ll get home mid-afternoon. Okay?”
“More than okay, brilliant,” I said, still squealing.
“We fly from the local airport here direct. Early st
art.”
“I’m good with early,” I assured him. “This is so exciting. I have to do some shopping research. What will I wear?” I could hardly sit still.
Nik grabbed me closer. “Before you fly away planning this adventure, I have to tell you something,” he said, seriously.
“Sure.” I settled down and looked at him.
“I know I was a bit out of it at the hospital, Sah-sha, but I meant what I said to you. I love you, I am in love with you, and I promise you, my past can’t hurt us,” he said. Before I could respond he pulled me towards him and kissed me as though he needed me.
Chapter 18
I woke up so happy and it was hard to get to work on time with Nik trying to pull me back into bed all the time—he was taking full advantage of not having any training this morning. I had to banish him to the kitchen while I showered and even then he kept sneaking in to watch my silhouette in the smoky shower frame.
I heard him groan and the next minute he was in with me.
“Nik, I’m going to be late.” I playfully hit his arm as he curled his body around me, his erection pressing hard against me.
“And I’m going to come if you let me,” he responded. He leaned down to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
“Not fair,” I moaned and between waves of pleasure, I studied my German man; he looked pretty damn sexy wet. I pulled away, dropped to my knees in my huge shower and caught him by surprise, taking him in my mouth. He leaned back against the wall and muttered a few encouraging German words—at least I think they were encouraging because I’d heard them before a few times when I was doing something similar.
My shower was perfect for giving head—I designed it to be sexy but I didn’t realize just how perfect it would be. Score one for me, or Nik pretty soon. I gave it to him all in one package and fast: the teasing, the ball touching, the deep sucking—women are great multi-skillers. I could hear his breath hitching and within minutes he was pulling my mouth off him.
