by Ally Adams
I rolled my eyes. “Yes Süsse,” I copied him, making him laugh again.
“Good. Then as long as I get to wake up with you, make love to you, see you try on underwear and taste you, nothing will freak me out.”
I fanned myself. I should have had a cold drink.
Chapter 20
When we landed, Nik had a car waiting for us—must be that accountant brain, so organized—and even though we gained three hours on the clock, we arrived at the hotel and were checked in by late afternoon, still plenty of time for a wander through Central Park. Oh and the hotel... fuck me, no really I hoped Nik fucked me silly in every room because it was the most beautiful hotel I had ever seen. When we put the key card in the room, our single piece of luggage was already there, but I ran around the rooms like a kid in a candy shop.
“It’s huge,” I said, my eyes wide as I raced from the suite’s living area with its classic cream, gold and timber furniture, to the bedroom with the huge bed that we could lose ourselves in later tonight, and then I saw the master bathroom as it was called—wow. I ran my hand over the black marble of the deep bathing tub, oh yeah, we would use that. Nik watched me from the door, his arms folded, a grin on his face. I ran back over to him and leaped at him, and he caught me in a hug.
“It’s so amazing,” I squealed, “but we didn’t need a suite, it’s huge.”
“I know, but I wanted a room with a view of Central Park,” he said, and carried me to the windows where we could see the park framed by the city skyline. “Look at that!”
“This is so amazing,” I continued to rave.
“You are,” he agreed, kissed me and put me down. “Let’s go for a walk through the park, come on.”
I raced to change into my lower-heeled boots and grabbed a hat for Nik which he didn’t know I had bought him—a classic wool black porkpie hat. I put on my black hat and presented it to him. He laughed as I reached up and placed it on his head, he looked adorable—like a member of a ska band.
“Perfect, suits you.” I grinned at him, admiring his form in his jeans, black boots, long-sleeve black and white shirt and now a very well-appointed hat. “Got the key?” I asked at the door.
He flashed it at me.
“Phone, wallet?” I asked. He gave me a look that implied I was a bit anal and I shrugged. “I like my checklists.”
He patted each pocket to indicate he had both and held the door open for me. We caught the elevator down and wandered through the beautiful lobby, out into the streets of New York City—I know, I had to say it though, so cool—and to the park. It was amazing, Nik was right. It was like this oasis in the middle of a frantic city... quiet, peaceful and soul-restoring. I looked up at Nik as he strolled beside me holding my hand, looking adorable and I couldn’t remember ever being so happy. I thought I had been granted my happiness quota with Adam, but this was right, this was better and I was being given a second chance.
“Let’s get a popsicle,” I said, seeing the van.
Nik smiled. “Wow, I haven’t had one for years.”
“Me either.” I selected a green frozen popsicle with a red stripe... something about a rocket on the wrapper. Nik had an ice-cream. He was probably starving since the last thing he'd eaten had been cereal hours before.
We sat on a bench, watching the lake and licking our popsicle and ice-cream. I flashed my tongue at Nik.
“Is it green?” I asked.
He laughed, leaned down and kissed me, then sucked on my tongue.
“Very green, froggy,” he said, pulling away from me. “Want a lick of mine?”
“Always,” I said, “oh you mean the ice-cream, no thanks I’m good.”
Nik shook his head at me. We finished and wandered around until I found the Alice statue. I took a photo of it and sent it by text to Alice.
She texted back right away calling me a lucky duck and saying she was just leaving work now—Jim had given her an early mark. I forgot work was going on somewhere in the real world. Then Nik got a text from The Russian and burst out laughing. He read it out.
“He and Lucas said there was going to be a meeting when I got back. First the girls want to learn to tango after Tomás performed at the lunch, now the girls want to be taken shopping in New York,” he said, with a grin.
I read over his shoulder and The Russian had put in capitals, “IT HAS TO STOP”.
“Tell him to lift his game with the girls.” I nudged Nik. “You’ve raised the bar.”
He smiled, shrugged, pocketed the phone and took my hand again. “Want to try out our bath with champagne?”
“Hell yes,” I said, and increased our walking speed.
“Are you going to be able to wind down enough tonight to sleep?” Nik looked at me suspiciously.
“Depends how exhausted I am,” I said.
“Got it,” Nik said, hatching plans.
*****
Nik took the room service wine list away from me. “I’ll order, you go run the bath,” he ordered me.
“Why, don’t you trust me to select?” I asked, a bit offended but kind of happy not to have to pick, as everything was so expensive.
“No. You’ll try to save me money and order something horrible,” he said. “Bath.” He nodded to the deep tub waiting to be filled. I obediently smiled and turned to go. I heard him on the telephone moments later ordering a bottle of Bollinger. I didn’t know much about champagne, but I knew that was good, very good.
Not long after that we sat surrounded in bubbles... sipping our champagne in the bath. The city skyline view was visible from our deep bath but with enough of a screen to give us privacy. Nik massaged my foot. I heard his phone ping with a text message.
“Someone’s after you,” I said, sipping my champagne.
“Don’t care. You have such cute little feet.”
“They’re not little,” I assured him, “they’re just little compared to yours.”
“Mine have to hold me up. Where shall we go for dinner?”
“I thought you would have that sorted?” I gave him a surprised look.
“I’ve booked a place for eight,” he said with a glance to the clock. It was seven o’clock. “But I didn’t want to dictate if you had somewhere you would like to go.”
“If you trust me with the shopping, I trust you with the eating,” I told him. “Where are we going?”
“Anton has picked for tomorrow night, but I went online and found the top ten restaurants in New York City voted by the public and found one a few streets from here—it’s French. Okay?”
“C'est excellent!” I said, attempting some French.
Nik grinned. “Do you speak a little French?”
“Nope,” I assured him. “Thank you my guy, for all of this. It has been such a huge surprise and so much fun,” I said, holding his gaze. He colored slightly, not using to being thanked, I think.
“Thank you Süsse for coming with me.”
“There would be girls lined up for miles to come with you,” I reminded him, putting down my champagne.
“But you’re the only girl I want to come with me,” he said and grabbing my legs, he slid me closer, placed his hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. His hand moved to behind my neck as he cupped me and tasted me. He pulled away and I felt down in the water, finding his erection.
“Can this wait until tonight?” I asked. “Because I want to play for a long time later.”
“I can wait but you had better remove your hand,” he warned. “I love that I get to have you tonight and have you all night.”
“Just don’t wear yourself completely out,” I threatened him. “I have a big day planned tomorrow shopping for you.”
“And for you,” he reminded me, “we’re doing both. Right?”
“Right,” I agreed.
“I mean it,” he said.
“I know, but we’re starting with you,” I said.
He nodded. “We’ll wrap that up in an hour or so and then, I want to see you trying on outfits f
or me. We should get you a new dress to wear tomorrow night to dinner.”
I shook my head. He was too perfect and I was a goner. His phone beeped again.
“You had better check it in case it’s a family emergency,” I said, the words slipping from my tongue before I realized what I said. My eyes widened. It was such a normal thing to say. “I’m sorry, I mean perhaps Anton is trying to—”
He held up his hand. “It’s okay, really.” He reached to the floor for his jeans and pulled his phone out of the pocket. He thumbed to the text message and laughed. “You won’t believe this?” he said, and held the phone up for me to see. It was a picture of the two of us on a bench in Central Park. We were wearing our hats and eating our cold treats. I had my tongue stuck out and Nik was laughing.
My eyes widened. “Someone spotted you; we were sprung!”
“Apparently. It’s online, my manager just sent it to me; cute photo,” Nik said.
“It’s our first photo together,” I said, romantically, “even if my tongue is out.”
“I’m partial to your tongue.” Nik glanced at my mouth. “I’m going to get my manager to buy two copies of the shot from the photographer and send it to me—one for both of us. Ja?”
“Ja, great thanks.” I waited until he texted back. “So who is your manager? You never call him by his name.”
Nik put the phone down. “I only met him when I came here late last year; he’s a nice guy, James Moffat, in his forties or so, married, two teenage kids... that’s all I know. Anton recommended him.”
“Does he live in Santa Ana?” I asked.
“No, he lives in Los Angeles but he visits and we have lunch once a month to go over stuff. He’s with an international company and they assign the nearest agent to the sports person, so in my case, it’s James.”
“Are you his only Saint?” I asked.
“I am, but he’s got other soccer guys, a few baseball players, female tennis players, and basketball guys,” Nik explained. “He looks after pretty much anything related to my contract, sponsorships, requests, management fees, whatever.”
“Maybe I should get a manager,” I teased.
Nik gave me a slow smile. “I’m happy to take on the responsibility of managing your sexual satisfaction.”
I raised an eyebrow in his direction. “It’s a very important job,” I said.
“Not one I’d take lightly,” he said, and began to prove it. I pulled away and he groaned.
“May I remind you Niklas that we said we would wait until we got home later to work that big bed and we have a dinner appointment in less than thirty minutes? You need to lead by example and get out of the bath,” I bossed him.
He muttered a few German words, looked like he’d been banished and pulled himself out of the bath. Magnificent view. I just loved it how well he followed orders, most of the time.
*****
We walked to the restaurant which was good for our appetites, and fortunately I had selected heels I could do a marathon in. We weren’t big eaters, just particular eaters... although Nik could consume a fair bit of food with his size. We were placed in a window seat and I hoped we weren’t going to see our photo on some online social site tomorrow. Nik checked I had underwear on before he ordered—his logic was that if I tempted him, he wasn’t going to be trapped having to feed me first like last time. Lucky for me I wore panties and a matching bra.
The French food was good, a bit rich but I had taste buds more tolerant of that than Nik. We decided we would skip dessert—I know, almost unheard of for me, but the entree and main were so delicate and I was kind of keen to get home to bed... and not to sleep. I snuggled under Nik’s arm on the way home, as we took in the atmosphere and window-shopped.
“I’m giving that restaurant seven-and-a-half out of ten,” he said.
I looked up at him. “Wow, that’s tough. I was thinking eight-and-a-half.”
“It was too fussy, too many sauces.” He shook his head.
“Yeah, well there was no sauerkraut on the menu,” I teased him and he got me in a pretend headlock and mussed my hair.
“Very funny, Sah-sha,” he said, releasing me and I grinned up at him while attempting to fix my hair which was messy by nature anyway. We entered the lobby of our plush hotel and took the elevator to our floor. When we entered our beautiful suite, Nik slipped his suit jacket off and disappeared into one of the bathrooms and I went into the other. He came out smelling of fresh mint and fresh skin... just right for licking.
He stopped when he saw me; I had brought some new lingerie for tonight and I was hoping it would get his attention. It was an unlined baby doll set with matching panties in soft lilac, very short, and at the back it had a deep plunge back with a satin crisscross bow.
“Wow,” Nik said, and breathed in deeply. Just the reaction I was hoping for. His lips twitched in a smile and I did a full turn for him. “I get to unwrap that bow,” he said with a look that was part lust, part longing. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I lingered near the bed; he slipped off his shoes and socks, undid his belt and slipped off his coat pants. Oh my indeed... nothing like a tall, blond man in fitted white boxer briefs. He hesitated for a moment then slipped his shirt off, revealing his naked and tanned chest, scars, ink and all... superb. He moved towards me, sat himself on the end of the bed and reaching out for me with those long, muscly arms, he pulled me between his legs. The hard, heavy length of his erection pushed against the fabric of his boxers and it took all my restraint not to knock him back on the bed, pull those briefs off and take him in my mouth... my self-control is incredible.
Nik trailed his fingers over the fabric of my lingerie. “Magnificent, Sah-sha, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
I think I flushed three shades of red, as I’ve never been called beautiful. I’ve been called lots of flattering things, but even Adam-the-ex never said I was beautiful.
Nik slightly lifted my baby doll skirt to admire the matching lace panties and with a grin, turned me around and undid the satin bow. He turned me back around to face him and gradually slipped it off until I was standing in front of him in only see-through lilac panties. Then, he growled and licked me. I squealed with his tongue tickling me and he picked me up, turned me around and placed me on the bed... and he kept licking and laughing as I reacted to his tongue. I watched him, this beautiful man, teasing me, laughing, fuck I loved him, fuck I was hopeless.
I stopped giggling as soon as he started sliding my panties down revealing more places to lick. He made this guttural sound... nothing like he made during dinner so obviously this dish was more appealing. He opened my legs to him and had my complete attention.
“Are you okay?” He stopped and looked at me.
“Uh huh,” I nodded, leaning up on my elbows. “Why?”
“You stopped breathing,” he said, matter-of-factly, “relax, breathe.”
“Breathe, right,” I said, and fell back flat on the bed. I heard him chuckle.
“Now this is a dessert I would give ten out of ten for,” he said, and before I could respond he sucked on my clit, the heat electrifying my whole body and I cried out with surprise and pleasure. His hands gripped my legs, holding me down.
His warm breath teased me and then his fingers pulled open my lips and the tip of his tongue found parts that reacted wildly to his touch.
“Holy fuck, Nik,” I said, well I think I said that... it might have been more like “holy Nik fuck,” I can’t remember now in my state of ecstasy but I don’t think it made sense. He began to suck hard and I mean suck, anything that could be sucked was sucked and sucked so well. I arched and moaned, wriggled and got in trouble for wriggling and then his finger entered me and another tweaked my nipple and still his tongue worked—it wasn’t fair to be so good.
Then the weirdest thing happened, I started to get emotional—knowing this was Nik touching me, this wonderful man who had made me so happy and made me feel so safe, that tears flowed down my face as I moane
d with pleasure. Nik went for the kill, trailing his tongue to my clit and working it until I couldn’t bear any more. I screamed, really screamed as I came, my body clenched, my muscles drew so tight that I wish he was in me to feel it. He moved up the bed to hold me, embracing me while I came down and trust me that took a while.
“Sah-sha!” His eyes widened with alarm and he raised my head to look at him. He wiped tears off my cheek. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I just love that the man I love is so good at making love to me. I’m a crybaby.”
He visibly relaxed and smiled. “You are beautiful, my Süsse.”
“I wish you were in me then, when I came, so you could feel me coming,” I said, running my fingers over his face and slight stubble.
“Next time,” he said.
“But now, I want you in my mouth, inside me, I want to taste you,” I said, getting my lust for him back in focus. I pushed him off his side and onto his back and ordered him up the bed. I sat on his legs and ran my fingers over his fabric-covered penis; truly breathtaking how good he looked tonight and how hot his body was.
“I’ve never, ever seen such a body,” I said, returning the favor. He reached for me but I had a better idea. “Nik, I want you to lie back, behave and leave this to me.”
He grinned. “Not sure I can leave it entirely to you, Sarsh.”
“On the contrary, you’re very good at following orders... there’s a lot to be said for conscription.” I moved up to sit on his erection and he warned me.
“You’re playing with fire there,” he said, with a hitched breath, “besides conscription has been abolished now.”
“Not in this bedroom buddy,” I said. “I want you to think of me as your commanding officer—Major Sasha.”
Nik laughed and stopped abruptly as I leapt off him and headed for the bathroom.
“Something I said?” he called after me.
“Stay where you are, recruit,” I teased, returning with the two white toweling ties from the complimentary dressing gowns.
