Poke Checking

by Kristen Echo

  He pulled her lip from between her teeth. “Your voice sends shivers down my back and makes me so hard I can barely walk. From the first word, and all the ones since have hypnotized me. It’s like every syllable you utter is stroking my cock. You’ve got me so horny. I’m itching to bend you over and take you, but I want to savor and enjoy you. I want those creamy white legs wrapped around my waist almost as badly as I want them around my neck. Decisions, decisions.”

  A nervous laugh escaped. No one had ever been so blunt. She wasn’t shocked by his words so much as turned on.

  The elevator stopped, and the doors opened before she could respond, although, there wasn’t anything to say. She had soaked through her thong, and she was fairly certain the strap of satin would not be salvageable. He guided her down the hall with his hand on the small of her back.

  Nico pulled a keycard from his pocket and inserted it in the slot. It wasn’t a sexual act, but it sent her pulse racing. Her palms were sweaty and the butterflies in her stomach were having a battle royal. “Maybe we could talk for a bit and get to know each other. Before… You know.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat.

  Sex. Three little letters that packed a punch and she couldn’t even say them. If the word was too much for her; how could she be expected to perform the act? This wasn’t her first time, but it may as well have been.

  “We can go as fast or as slow as you want. We’re in no rush.” He opened the door for her. The lights turned on as she entered and the first thing she noticed was the gorgeous view of the city. Snowcapped buildings and sparkling city lights illuminating the darkened sky. She walked to the window with Nico’s body at her back. Caroline placed her hands and forehead against the window, hoping to cool down.

  “Take a few minutes and get comfortable.” He kissed the top of her head and stepped away.

  She stood there for a few moments, trying to catch her bearings. People did this sort of thing all the time. Sex didn’t have to mean commitment although in her mind the two had always been synonymous; she couldn’t do one without the other. It wasn’t a dating rule per se since she only had one of those: don’t mix business with pleasure. In other words, never mess around with a hockey player. She questioned her principles, and the part of her that believed in the value of being in a committed relationship before having sex. No one had ever appealed to her as much as Nico.

  One kiss had thrown her completely off kilter. As she stepped away from the window she knew the sparks between them were too much to ignore. Caroline turned and bumped her knee against the mattress. The bedside lamps were off, and the only light came from the entryway.

  Unsure where to go or what to do, she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her heels. Her feet were thankful for the freedom. The room was dominated by two double beds and not much else. The dark brown tones and red accent colors gave an old-school romantic vibe to the space. She kept her legs together and wiggled her toes. She stared at the chipped polish then nearly leaped off the bed when a set of bare feet planted themselves on either side of her.

  “You seem jumpy. Would you like a drink to take the edge off?”

  Her eyes drifted up, and her mouth became as dry as an over-baked pie crust. She’d been thinking the turn of the century hotel was understated but impressive. None of it compared to the topless man standing before her holding a bottle of wine and two empty glasses. This body looked like it was chiseled from stone. Once again, she noticed his lips moving, but didn’t register a thing. She was too busy cataloging every inch of him and imagining what that solid chunk of man would feel like on top of her.

  He didn’t have a lot of body hair; not as much as expected given the thickness of his long waves and beard. The light spattering of blonde hairs begged for her touch. She wanted to rake her teeth over his tiny erect nipples as her hands discovered the contours of his six pack. His abdominal muscles rippled as he talked and she had a sudden desire to lick along each dip and fold. She leaned back on her hands and admired the view.

  “Caroline!”

  Her name snapped her out of her dark fantasies and forced her eyes on his. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  His muscles flexed and tormented her as he chuckled. “If you keep staring at me like that, I will rip that dress off you, and you’ll be forced to leave here in the bathrobe.” He put the beverage down on the dresser.

  She didn’t doubt his capabilities. “That won’t be necessary.”

  “You’re right, because it’s coming off right now; this second.” He grabbed her ankles and flipped her over. Then her zipper was lowered, and the dress peeled off her skin in one forceful yank. Her backside was exposed, only a strip of satin covering her.

  “Every bit as sexy as I pictured.” His fingers moved up her calves, caressing her skin. Then his tongue followed the same path, and her breath hitched when he touched the spot behind her knee. When his hands reached the top of her legs, massaging her inner thighs, she was short of breath.

  “Nico, I thought we’d talk first. What happened to slowly getting to know each other and all that stuff?”

  He kissed the crease between her leg and ass. “Talk away, angel. I’m all ears.” He kneaded her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into her flesh. It felt better than it should.

  “I figured it would be more of a two-way conversation. I ask questions… Oh.” The wetness and pressure from his tongue stole her sentence as he licked along the strip of her thong. Pulling the fabric away from her skin with his teeth, he gripped the sides and pulled them down her legs. Smacking his lips, he kissed the base of her spine and removed her panties. “Then you ask questions. Banter back and forth.” She was completely naked and at his mercy.

  “The more you talk the more I want to fuck you.” He took a bite full of her ass cheek and she squealed; not from pain. She was surprised how much she liked it. “Will you turn over for me, so I can get a good look at you, Caroline?”

  Her need to ramble and vocalize her thoughts was at war with her need to slow things down. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to slow down since everything was so amazing. He moved off her. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

  He pulled her legs up, but didn’t twist her over. She gripped the cover at her sides, not ready to reveal herself to him fully but she was just as exposed. Her legs were spread wide over his shoulders and his hands held her in position. At some point, he must have dropped to his knees because she was still lying on the bed, only her ass was in the air and his beard tickled her inner thighs. He pressed his face against her sex and inhaled.

  She was mortified that her ass was in his face like that and she tried to wiggle away, but he wouldn’t let go. “What are you do—”

  Then his tongue swiped along her entrance. The moan that followed couldn’t be prevented. Caroline shifted, rubbing her dampness all over him. “You even taste like an angel.” He licked again, only deeper, driving his tongue inside.

  There were no more words to be said. Not when his tongue was busy making her insane with lust. She shouldn’t have looked. One glance over her shoulder sent another wave of arousal to the very spot he lavished his attention. His golden waves swayed as he devoured her, crafting the most erotic sight. She’d never been in this position, but it ranked near the top.

  Nico held her firmly against his face; his hands preventing any chance of escape. Not that she wanted to. Not when she was shamelessly grinding herself against his soft lips. While she couldn’t break away from his grasp, she felt in control. His thumb or finger rubbed through her juices, then moved to her rosebud-hole and the gentle tease made her entire body quiver. It was too much. When he latched onto her clit, she was done. The harder he sucked the harder she came, yelling his name like a banshee at Halloween. She wasn’t sure if she had ever come so fast in her life.

  The pressure lessened. She caught her breath as he slowed his pace. But he didn’t stop. Not until she was near the brink again. “Nico, please… You’re going to make me come again.”<
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  “You make that sound like a bad thing,” he spoke into her folds. The muffled vibration adding to her state of excitement. She was so close already; it was almost embarrassing. He collected more of her moisture and rubbed it against her back entrance. “Angel, I’m only getting started.” Nico inserted the tip of his finger inside her ass as he circled her clit with his tongue.

  The combination caused her to grip the sheets until her knuckles whitened. She wasn’t in control; he was the leader. No one had touched her there before and she wasn’t going to tell him to stop. She liked it; a lot. The fast flutter against her center and the exquisite pressure as he moved his finger deeper and deeper pushed her over again. “Oh… Wow!” The orgasm caught her off guard. Caroline buried her face in the covers to stifle her screams. She’d never forget that moment as long as she lived. Nico would forever be ingrained in her psyche as the man who blew her mind.

  “The noises you make are the fucking sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. I want to see your face when you come next. At some point, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass. But first, I need to be balls deep in this.” He ran his fingers through her sopping wet folds before removing her legs from his shoulders. “Are you on birth control?”

  It took her a moment to recover and process his question. “As much as I liked your finger in there, the only way you’re getting in my bum is if you put a ring on my finger. And yes, I get the shot for birth control. Why?” She found her footing on the carpet but didn’t move.

  Running water poured from a tap in the distance as he cleaned up. Her body was too lax to stand. Then she heard the sound of a belt snapping open, followed by a zipper lowering and she froze. They were going to have sex. Her core clenched in anticipation as her mind raced for an excuse or reason to slow down. She came up blank.

  “I always use condoms, but I like to know we’re doubly protected.” A soft thud of trousers hitting carpet sounded before the unmistakable rip of a condom packet.

  She stood up on unsteady legs. Her back was to him, but she could feel his heat. He was right behind her. “That’s good to know.” She stepped back and collided with over six feet of naked man. Out of her heels, he had several inches on her. His erection pressed against her back. There was nothing small about Nicolas Ivarsson.

  He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts. Her nipples puckered against his palms. “Your body is beautiful.”

  She turned in his arms, but kept their bodies flush. His face was wet from washing and his eyes looked more light gray than blue, like the calm before the storm. “Hi.”

  “Hi.” His lips kicked up in his erotic half smile. With their eyes locked, he kissed her.

  Normally, she shut her eyes during a kiss, but it felt more meaningful to keep them open. It was deeper on every level; as if their souls connected. Which couldn’t be the case; she was reading far too much into a kiss. Their lips pressed together, their tongues mingled and their eyes spoke. It was the strangest and most intimate experience of her life. Caroline didn’t know what to make of it and wondered if Nico felt it too.

  He moved his hand down her side and squeezed her ass, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her the few steps to the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress together, but never stopped kissing. Her fingers ran through his mane and down his taught back as she rubbed herself over his erection. She’d never wanted someone inside her that strongly. He growled into her mouth as she bathed him in her wetness. “I’m not even inside you yet, and you feel so damn good.”

  “I want you.” Making love had never been this hot. It was like the mattress was the sun, scorching her flesh and only his touch could soothe her. She reached between them and gripped his massive cock. Running her hand over his length a few times before she positioned him at her gate.

  “Fuck!” He bit her shoulder as he thrust inside.

  Her hips lifted to greet him, forcing every thick inch deep inside. “Oh… Oh!” Once he bottomed out, she’d never been so stretched and so full. She ached to move, but his weight pressed her into the mattress. He licked across her chest as he pulled out. When he slammed back in, he sucked the flesh from her shoulder into his mouth. He was leaving his mark, and she didn’t care one bit. She intended to leave one as well. With each of his thrusts she clenched, earning a moan of approval. She dug her heels into his ass and raked her nails down his back.

  She had the sudden desire to be the best he’d ever had. To make him come harder than any girl before her. It was stupid, but she didn’t want him to forget her. One night that would stay with them forever.

  “You feel fucking amazing.” He pumped faster, chasing his orgasm. The headboard slammed against the wall as if their combined moans wasn’t enough to the wake the entire hotel. The rougher he got the louder she screamed for more.

  “I’m going to come.” His fingers moved between them, rubbing against her clit. “Let me see you come,” he said as he applied more pressure.

  That was all she needed to leap off the cliff, plunging headfirst into the waves of ecstasy. “I’m there… ohh… Nico!”

  He captured her mouth as his brows furrowed and his body stilled. He emptied himself as the ripples of her orgasm milked every drop from him. Their eyes were open as they came and Caroline had the urge to scream, to cry, and laugh all at the same time. She was overwhelmed and all she could do was close her eyes to break the connection. But Nico wouldn’t let her forget. His lips were everywhere; her breasts, her neck, her ear and then her lips. “That was—”

  “The best.” She held her breath, hoping he’d agree. It was for her. She’d never come that intensely before.

  He rolled off her, lying on his side. “Damn right!” He pulled off the condom, tied and tossed it to the side before tucking her into his arms. “I need a few minutes to catch my breath. Then we'll do that again.”

  She wasn’t sure what she needed, but a moment to catch her breath was a good option. With her ear against his chest, she listened to the sound of his heartbeat as she drifted off to sleep.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  M ore than once Caroline was roused by Nico’s talented fingers and tongue, playing her body like a fine instrument. He made her come with his hands, and then again with his mouth. Each time, she fell asleep within minutes, wrapping herself around him and preventing his escape. It had been one heck of a night, filled with many firsts. She tried to stay awake, but the exertion wore her out.

  Waking up on the brink of an orgasm, only to have him fill her to the point of gasping wasn’t unpleasant. She welcomed his touch. Her body responded to his advances as if she was in a state of permanent arousal. He did that to her.

  “Your body was made for fucking.” He gripped her hip with one hand as he pushed all the way in. “So wet; so fucking tight and perfect.” Nico’s body molded against her back as he took her from behind.

  She opened her eyes wide when he lifted her leg and pushed in a few more inches. “Oh, God!”

  The room was brighter as daylight filtered in through the curtains. The double bed seemed smaller as she clutched the edge of the mattress.

  His chuckle was every bit as sexy as the night before. “I’m not God, but I might answer your prayers, angel. Tell me what you want.” He didn’t stop moving as he spoke. He pumped in and out as he waited for her to respond. Only words failed her and all she could do was moan.

  “Talk to me. Let me hear your sexy voice.” He stilled, when she desperately needed more friction.

  She wiggled her hips, which earned her a smack on the side of her ass. The slight sting ignited her need to be taken by this man. She exhaled loudly. “Nico, please,” she begged.

  “You like it when I manhandle you; when I take you hard, don’t you?”

  She did. She more than liked it, but she wouldn’t admit it.

  He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, twisting her face towards him. Their eyes found one another. But he didn’t move, with his cock stu
ffed inside her, he did nothing more than stare and wait.

  “I need you to keep moving.” She found her voice, guessing if she wanted him to make her come she’d have to play by his rules. He started to pull out, and she feared he might end things. “Take me hard, slow, or sideways; anyway, you want. I like it all, Nico. Everything you do is great.”

  He licked his hand and brought it back down on her ass as he thrust deep. Caroline shuddered. “That wasn’t so tough, was it? Admit that you like rough and dirty sex.” He pulled out and slammed in again. “I fucking love your voice. Tell me what feels good; describe what I’m doing to you.”

  She’d never been much of a talker during sex. Most of the time it was lights off and try to keep quiet. Everything was different with Nico. He demanded she looked at him. There was no place to hide. “I like it rough. The harder the better, please.” He rammed deep. “You’re stretching my… um. It feels so full.”

  He brought his hand down again, only this time it was against her sex and she whimpered. He did what he wanted to her body as if he knew what she needed before she did. “Yes, there. Again. The way you smack my clit and do me so hard, I’m seeing stars.”

  He slapped her swollen bud over and over as she described how much she liked it. How the pressure, the sting and the stretch were making her come. Only when she screamed his name, he silenced her with his lips. His mouth covered hers as he pounded into her at jackrabbit speed until he found his release. There was something so visceral and pure about what they’d done. It was more than sex, but it wasn’t love. Caroline couldn’t figure out what it was, but she wasn’t ready to walk away from him. If she could walk at all.

  He stayed inside her for a long while, softening as he held her. She turned her face and they kissed. If every morning started like that she would never leave her bed. This was something she could get used to, and that thought was sobering. This kiss was the beginning of the end. Their night was over and he’d fulfilled his promise. He hadn’t kicked her out, or left while she slumbered. But she didn’t know where they stood. She pulled away and buried her face in the pillow to hide her emotions.