by Kant, Komal
She fucking loved it.
Sky
My mind felt like fluff. Everything was hazy, like I was seeing the world through a thin fog that had clouded my vision.
The only thing I was acutely aware of was Nick’s tongue on my skin.
Oh, my God.
Every inch of my body was tingling. I was so mad and so turned on that I didn’t know what to do. Nick had only touched me like this once before, and we hadn’t gotten very far that time. But this time, he seemed to be serious about following through.
The way he was pushing his groin into my ass was more than enough to tell me what he wanted. And you know what the crazy thing was? I wanted the same thing.
Nick had my arms punned behind my back, and he twisted them a little, making me cry out in surprise. There was still cream on his fingers, and it was sticky on my skin where he touched me.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen now, Sky,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to take you upstairs to my room and I’m going to do all the things I’ve wanted to do to you since I first laid eyes on you.”
I quivered against him, unable to form words. My heart was racing, threatening to break out of its cage as he released my arms and turned me back around to face him. Reaching around me, he dipped a finger into the cream again. I watched him with wide eyes, holding my breath.
“How does that sound Sky?” he asked, a gleam in his eyes as he held out his cream covered finger to me.
Wordlessly, I did the one thing that made sense. I leaned forward and licked the cream off his finger, never taking my eyes off him.
He visibly swallowed as my mouth touched his finger, and he was close enough that I could feel him grow hard against me.
In the second that followed the air crackled between us, and Nick put his hands on me, sweeping me into his arms in one swift motion.
As he headed up to his room, the need in my body grew and I pressed up against him. We had been waiting for a long time.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sky
When we entered Nick’s room, I was still in his arms. His firm biceps were pressing against the small of my back, and through his shirt I could see the muscles in his other arm straining as he carried me to his bed.
Oh, my gosh. His bed. We were going to his bed. This was finally going to happen, and I wasn’t going to lie and say I hadn’t been waiting for it.
Carefully, Nick placed me down on his silk comforter and then went back to lock the door. The sound of the lock clicking sent a jolt through my entire body. The tiniest thing was affecting me; it was like all my senses had been heightened after Nick had touched me.
Nick approached the bed again, his pace hurried like he couldn’t get to me fast enough. At the same time, he was unbuttoning his shirt and when he reached the bed, he let the shirt fall to the floor.
I inhaled sharply as I studied his body, my eyes wandering over the well-defined muscles and the six pack that formed a ‘v’ that disappeared at the waistline of his jeans.
I shivered as I thought about touching him, and my face immediately flamed. I wouldn’t even know how to please a guy like Nick who was so experienced. Now was probably not the best time to bring up my single sexual experience with my ex who had grunted and sweat a lot.
“You look nervous.”
Nick’s voice broke my thoughts and I tried not to stare as he unzipped his jeans and took them off too. Now he just stood in boxer briefs, looking even sexier than he had seconds earlier.
“Urgh.” My throat made a strange sort of gurgle sound that possibly could have been a foreign language.
“Don’t be.” Nick reached out and gently cupped my chin with a hand so I was forced to look up into the planes of his handsome face.
Before I could attempt to speak again, his lips were firmly on mine. It took me a few seconds but I finally made my mouth move against his, and then I was eagerly kissing him back, placing a hand on his shoulder and bringing him closer to me on the bed.
It was crazy what was happening between us; I knew it and I was sure he did, too. But after so many nights of being each other’s comfort, it felt right. Whatever this man was hiding, whatever had him broken and scarred, I was willing to wait however long it took for him to confide in me.
Nick ran a hand along my back which drew my attention back to the kiss. His lips were soft and he tasted of wine. The pressure of his lips against mine made my heart leap into my throat. I could barely think straight--his kisses were intoxicating.
“You have driven me crazy since the moment I first met you.” He pulled away, reaching down to unbutton my shorts, his eyes still on me. “The night you stood outside my bedroom door with your bubblegum pink lips, I have wanted those lips on me.”
My heart was racing even faster now as he stripped me free of my clothes; first my shorts, followed by my panties, and finally my shirt and bra.
And there I was, stark naked, vulnerable, on display for him to judge. I felt out of my depth with this man and his perfectly sculpted body.
“I-I didn’t want you, though,” I managed to somehow say. “I hated you.”
Nick let out a dry laugh as his eyes drank me in. “I’m glad you’re done trying to convince yourself that you don’t want me. Because now you’re about to find out what it’s like to really be fucked good and hard.”
I gulped.
The sensible part of me had deserted me long ago. I was left on my own, with the part of me that wanted this man like I had never wanted any man before.
Even though I knew he had the power to destroy me.
Nick began to kiss me again, and there was no way I could resist him when he kissed me like this. This time the kissing wasn’t slow, but furious. Nick wasn’t holding back as his lips pressed against me in earnest, sucking on my tongue. Our breathing was heavy, our thirst for each other carnal, and neither of us could stop.
I couldn’t remember why I had been angry at Nick in the first place, or why I had ever wanted to stay away from him.
I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck as he secured his arms around my waist. His kisses grew more desperate as he sucked at my lips like he was ravaged with hunger. His arms crushed my waist in a hold that made me realize he could easily overpower me. I was incredibly turned on by that thought.
His mouth slipped to my throat, placing feather light kisses along my collarbone; I held onto my self-control as I tried not to moan. His kisses traced a line down over the curve of my breast, and I stopped breathing. Nick’s mouth closed over my right breast and he began to suck on it so urgently that it hurt me.
I couldn’t keep my feelings in check anymore; a moan escaped my mouth as I dug my nails into the side of his face.
Nick pulled back and chuckled as his eyes found mine again. “I’m assuming you’re enjoying yourself, so I’m flattered.”
My face flushed in embarrassment as I noticed the red scratches on his face. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice soft.
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not.”
All of a sudden, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thigh as he pulled my legs apart. I let out a cry of pain; even though he’d hurt me a little, it was still such a turn on, and I could feel my body responding to him.
Nick’s eyes gleamed before his caress turned gentle as he brushed his fingers against my inner thigh, building up a tension within my body that made me feel like I was going to deteriorate.
I knew exactly where those fingers were heading, and the anticipation was killing me.
My breath hitched as his fingertips worked their way to my inner thigh. I wanted him so bad; I needed him to do more.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, his gaze steady.
He had a power over me, over my body. I would do anything he asked.
“I want you,” I said without hesitation, my eyes pleading.
“Good, because I’m going to get you ready for me, baby.”
With a satisfied smirk, he began st
roking me with a finger. I tensed in response, arching my back as he continued to rub me. Sensing the change in me, his smirk turned into a grin.
This feeling, the intensity, was building up inside me as he continued to stroke me. Heat and light were about to explode inside of me. I moaned, begging him to keep going, telling him not to stop.
“I wanna taste you now, Sky,” he said, his voice low.
Without hesitation, his head disappeared in between my legs, and the first swipe of his warm tongue against me made me gasp. Before I could fully comprehend the situation, Nick was licking me without pause; I was floating in my own world of euphoria.
I thrashed against him, screaming out in pleasure, but he held my legs down and continued at his pace until the heat and light building in the pit of my stomach began to spread to the rest of my body. I was so close; I couldn’t think straight.
Then all of a sudden, he stopped.
My eyes flew open and I felt like I’d been woken up too early from an amazing dream.
There was a dangerous glint in Nick’s eyes as he stared down at me. I reached out for him, wanting more of him; feeling unsatisfied that he’d stopped.
He let his fingers entangle themselves in my thick hair. A sense of calm fell over me at his touch; then suddenly he grasped my hair and pulled it with so much force that I cried out in pain.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to pass out.” He relinquished his hold on my hair, and pinned my arms down on either side of me as he hovered over me. “So your pussy better be ready, Sky.”
His words sent shivers shooting through the warmth in my body.
He only gave me a second to register his words before he pushed into me. I let out a groan as I felt his full length inside me.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, burying his head in my neck. “You’re so tight.”
His words sent a ripple sliding through my belly, making my need for him grow. I needed him to keep going; I didn’t want him to take his time.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, as he raised his head to study my desperate eyes. “Now.”
“Then hold on, babe, because after I’m done with you, you’re never gonna want to be fucked by anyone else.”
He pushed into me again, and again, until he was rocking in and out of me rhythmically, getting in deeper with each thrust.
I moaned, reaching out to hold onto his arms with both hands. Nick didn’t go easy; he didn’t slow down; he fucked hard and deep—it was pleasure and pain at the same time.
With every motion, I felt the muscles of his arms tense and tighten beneath my fingers. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.
“That’s perfect,” he panted, shifting himself so he was holding onto my hips.
Letting my eyes fall shut, I lost myself beneath Nick, crying out his name, telling him to go harder. Every time he pushed into me, I pushed back into him, and we both groaned simultaneously, in perfect sync with one another.
I lost track of time; I was soaring, in my own world as pleasure flooded into me. He was amazing. I had never been fucked like this before.
Nick’s entire body tensed. “I’m gonna cum,” he growled, burying his head into my neck again.
With one final thrust, he groaned as he came inside me. I held onto him because I knew if I let go I would fall apart and unravel beneath him.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside me and stared straight up at the ceiling; his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Feeling exhausted and a little embarrassed at the sounds that had escaped my mouth moments earlier, I studied the sheen of sweat across his brow as I tried to catch my breath.
“That was amazing,” I finally whispered, pressing into his side.
“Huh?” He jerked his head in my direction, as though I’d broken him out of a deep thought. A slow smile crept across his face when my words registered. “I told you.”
“So are you going to call a cab now and sneak me out?” I asked in a light tone.
Nick chuckled and took my hand in his. “Maybe when I’m thoroughly done with you.” He winked.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nick
As Sky lay next to me, studying me with her dark eyes, an unusual feeling washed over me like a crashing wave.
It was familiar to me, but I couldn’t recall why. It felt like my mind was surrounded by a shrouded haze, and clarity was just beyond my reach.
Without really thinking, I leaned over and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her body moved against mine, and she pressed into me as her fingers weaved through my hair.
Sky’s eyes fluttered open, and her skin flushed a warm pink as we broke apart. The look on her face sent my chest thrumming, like a drum beating out of time to a rhythm it couldn’t keep up with.
Then in the shrouded haze, I recognized the familiarity. I had experienced it once before. This was love.
I had gone ahead and fallen in love. I’d always told myself I wouldn’t let myself feel that way again, yet here I was lying in bed with a girl I didn’t want to rush out of my room. Sky was someone I wanted to keep around forever.
“I love you,” I said impulsively.
Sky blinked. “Sorry?”
My skin crawled. Fuck. Shit. I’d just told her I’d loved her, and now she was staring at me like I was a monster that’d just crawled out of a damn swamp. Why wasn’t she saying anything?
All of a sudden, a distinct beeping sound erupted from outside my room, and we both jolted upright.
“What is that?” Sky asked, staring around at me in question.
“The stupid smoke alarm,” I responded, recognizing the irritating noise.
“Smoke alarm?” Her brow furrowed, and then something dawned on her face. “Crap! Nick, the pie!”
Pie? What pie? Then it hit me. That pie.
“Crap, crap,” Sky was chanting as she jumped off the bed and slipped on her clothes. “I can’t believe I burnt the mansion down.” She scrambled towards the door.
“Relax, you’re overreacting,” I managed to say before she opened up the door and hurried away.
“Huh,” I said to myself, staring around my empty room.
A girl had never run off after sex with me before. I guess there was a first for everything.
Sky
“Crap, crap!” I said as I ran downstairs to the first floor, trying not to trip over my own feet.
Oh, my shit. I was going to be in so much trouble for this. I couldn’t believe I’d been so caught up with Nick that I’d forgotten to turn the oven off.
I could already smell the smoke in the air, and as I neared the kitchen I could see that smoke had seeped out into the corridor. Smoke wasn’t the only thing in the corridor—Chloe, Oscar, Emily, Mrs. Potts, Madeline, and Matt also stood a few feet away from the kitchen, speaking in raised voices.
“I have had it with her!” Chloe said, gesticulating wildly with her hands as she spoke to her husband. “This is the final straw! She is trying to kill us all!”
Mrs. Potts snorted, brushing her grey hair out of her eyes. “I doubt that very much. It was probably an honest mistake on her part. And, honestly, final straw? She’s never had a first straw.”
Oscar nodded in agreement, his expression pleasant as always. “Dear, you are being very overdramatic. People make mistakes.”
“The only casualty in this situation was the pie,” Matt mused as he put an arm around Madeline who was staring up at Chloe in confusion probably wondering why her aunt was a psycho.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t exactly what she was thinking, but I was pretty sure it was close to something like that.
Emily stifled her laugh with a hand as she rolled her eyes. “Exactly, Mom.”
Chloe huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, turning her head in my direction and catching sight of me. Her eyes immediately narrowed into thin slits.
“I’m so sorry!” I burst out immediately, hurrying towards them. “I honestly forgot t
o turn the oven off. I promise it will never happen again.”
“It’s fine, dear,” Oscar said, waving his hand at me in a dismissive manner. “These things happen. I can recall Thanksgiving 1999 when my lovely wife attempted to cook a turkey and blew up the oven.” He winked at me, and I couldn’t help but grin back.
“Well, I, that…” Chloe spluttered, her face turning red.
“I remember that day very well,” a cool voice said from behind me. “We had to order pizza to go with our side of sweet potatoes and green beans.”
Knowing that Nick was so close made me shiver. Heat immediately pooled in my cheeks as I stared around at everyone. It was weird standing here moments after having the most amazing, mind blowing sex with him. I was feeling self-conscious, like everyone knew what we’d been doing prior to this, but that was me being paranoid. There was no way they knew.
Oscar was looking at me in a way that made me blush, like he knew a secret that made him happy. Why would he have that expression on his face?
Emily cleared her throat and approached me, leaning over to say to me quietly, “I don’t want to assume anything, but it looks like you have sex hair.”
Oh, crap.
Feeling flustered, I flattened down my hair as Emily moved away from me with a small giggle. At least she didn’t seem mad, unlike her mother who looked livid with rage. Her face was almost purple, the veins popping in her neck, as she stared from Nick to me.
The only person who looked more annoyed was Matt. His nostrils were flared, his eyes wide, as he stared down Nick who had moved beside me.
Damn. After the amazing sex with Nick, I’d completely forgotten about Nick and Matt’s fight last night. I turned my head to find Nick glaring at Matt, his fists clenched as though he was ready to throw a punch.
I didn’t understand why Matt had to come around when he knew Nick didn’t want him here. Shouldn’t Nick’s family understand that enough and tell Matt to stay away?
“Matt, maybe you should leave,” I said in a soft tone, afraid that if I spoke any louder I’d stir them into action. I was worried that something would go down between them in front of Madeline and scar her for life.
