NICK: O’Connor Brothers #3

by Kelly, A. S.

  “Nick…” his name is a desperate whisper on my lips.

  “Shh…let me play.”

  “I’m going to explode soon,” I complain, as he lifts his eyes to meet mine.

  “I won’t let it happen. I promise,” he says, lifting himself up.

  He slowly unbuttons his shirt, slipping it over his shoulders. His muscles are sculpted by years of sport and sweat, patterned with tattoos that only make him sexier. That V that disappears into the waistband of his jeans makes me want to tear the material away from his body with my teeth. He leans down again, rubbing his body against mine, as I dig my nails into his back. I can feel his firm muscles swell under my fingertips; his pecs are pushing against my breasts; his hardness between my legs; his mouth takes me again. This time, Nick kisses me. His mouth presses urgently, toying, craving. His tongue draws shapes in my mouth, leading mine to follow it in a seductive, exciting dance. I tighten my grip on his back. He pulls away from me, tracing his lips along my body, before kneeling and starting to unbutton his jeans.

  “About bloody time!”

  I only realise I’ve said this out loud when he starts to laugh, causing a laugh to bubble up out of my own body.

  One, two buttons. When he reaches the third, he laughs again.

  Oh, right. My mouth must be hanging open.

  “I’d tell you to close your mouth, but I’m a gentleman, so I wouldn’t want you to notice that you’re drooling.”

  “You just did!” I protest.

  He keeps laughing, drawing my lips into a smile – but when he stands up and kicks off his jeans completely, neither of us are laughing anymore.

  He’s not wearing any underwear, either.

  “See? We were made for each other.”

  He stays standing there, a few paces away from the bed, as I lay there on my back, resting on my elbows, admiring his body. All those photos really don’t do it justice. I let my eyes run over his pecs, his perfect abs, his waist, his hips, until…

  “Like what you see?”

  He’s such a dick.

  “I’d like to see it up close,” I say, nibbling at my lip.

  His smile says I’m about to fuck you, and you’ll definitely feel it. He approaches the bed, so confident and determined about what he wants to do. He knows full well that, after tonight, I’ll never be able to think of anything but him.

  He bends over the mattress and slides on top of me. Before I can realise what’s happening, his hand is between my thighs. The heat of his fingers on my clit makes me arch my back again, as if a shock is running through my body.

  Nick leans down to my mouth and fills me with his tongue again, his fingers sliding deeply inside me.

  His kiss is urgent; he doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t slow down. He can’t control himself – just as he can’t control his fingers, slipping in and out of my slickness.

  “I can’t,” he says, tearing his mouth from mine as his fingers slide out of me. “I can’t go slowly. I’d like to, but… I can’t. I don’t want to play any games. I want you. Right now.”

  Then Nick’s body presses down on me completely; I can feel the pressure of his cock against me. Suddenly, the heat engulfs me, sending me up in flames as he pushes inside me.

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  Go slowly? Did I seriously think I could go slowly?

  Like fuck I can.

  I want all of her. And I can’t wait even another second.

  Casey grabs hold of my shoulders as I slide inside her. My body reacts violently to the contact, as if someone really had set me on fire; as if I was burning alive, and the only way to put it out was to push inside her. As if she was my only hope for salvation.

  I can feel her nails cutting into my skin, as I move quickly, answering her body’s call. I can’t control myself, can’t seem to slow my movements and make the most of every tremor, every moan. I’m consumed by the desire to feel her, and to make sure that she feels me in every inch of her body.

  I bend into her mouth, capturing every breath she takes. I press my hands against the mattress and lift myself slightly so that I can push even harder. She throws her arms above her, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheet.

  I keep kissing her, breathing her in, pushing inside her with my tongue and with my dick. She has to feel me all over. She has to understand what it means to make love to me. She’ll never forget this.

  She lifts her legs into the air, wrapping them around my back and pulling me deeper inside her. I’m approaching the limit, unable to suppress myself anymore.

  Casey’s hands are in my hair, pulling me closer to her as if she could never have enough – and I’m ready to give her more.

  I lift myself up completely and grab her arse, moving her into the middle of the bed, straddling her and linking my fingers with hers. Then I start to thrust again, enjoying this view of her body, our skin tones against each other. I drink in the lust in her face, her full, swollen lips, which are parted in pleasure.

  I’ve waited eight years for this. I’m such an idiot. The biggest dickhead ever.

  I move my hands to her clit, massaging it with both thumbs, still holding her hands in mine. I rub it, torture it – I want to see it swell, feeling it pulse under my skin.

  Casey moves with me, meeting my thrusts with her hips; she wants my fingers, my dick. She wants me to consume her, show her that she’s mine.

  Our bodies are a symphony – and it’s a sound I could only ever make with her.

  I let go of her hands and grab her breasts. I lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking at it and pulling at it until I hear her cry out. She grabs the sheet again, closing her eyes, abandoning herself to the pleasure. She wants to feel everything – and she only wants to feel it with me.

  And I’ll never let her feel it with anyone else.

  “Nick,” she moans. “I’m about to…”

  “Do it, Casey.”

  I push again, letting my hands fall back onto the mattress. My thrusts are hard and deep – unnecessarily so – but I want to feel her shatter underneath me.

  “Nick…” she says again, before making the most exciting noise I’ve ever heard.

  The orgasm crashes onto her, escaping her perfect mouth as a yell. I feel her shake against my dick, and I enjoy the sensation of every moan and every tremble. I start to quicken my movements, feeling the deep, powerful orgasm shudder through me, clouding my vision.

  I collapse on top of her, my head between her breasts, waiting for my body to snap out of this trance. I watch the rise and fall of her chest, leaving a trail of delicate kisses across her breasts. When I see that she’s started to calm down, I slowly pull away from her, before falling at her side.

  Her boiling skin next to mine; the curve of her breasts; the outline of her stomach, her legs. Her face is turned up towards the ceiling, flushed and sweating, her hair splayed out across the pillow. I watch her, in all her fucking beauty, and something in my chest starts to kick so loudly that I’m afraid she’ll be able to hear it.

  Then she turns her head towards me and flashes me a smile that causes a stir between my legs.

  “Casey, you’re…you’re a dream.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” she says. “You’re just in a post-sex haze. You’d say anything right now. It’s like a drug, you know. It’ll slowly leave your body, and…”

  I grab her suddenly, rolling her on top of me and stopping her words with my mouth.

  This post-sex kiss is almost better than the one before it. It’s filled with satisfaction, tranquillity. My body and my mind are peaceful, now.

  She pulls away from me and looks into my eyes.

  “Now I’m convinced.” I tell her.

  “Mmm?”

  “You do look really good on top of me.”

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  I close the fridge door, and his voice makes me jump from over my shoulder.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  I turn suddenly to find Nick standi
ng in front of me, naked, in all his glory.

  “I was hungry,” I say defensively.

  “Then what’s that?” He points to the bottle in my hand.

  “I was thirsty.”

  He steps towards me threateningly, forcing my back against the fridge. I shiver as soon as my skin makes contact with the cool metal, feeling my nipples harden against his chest. His eyes devour them, before coming back up to meet my gaze.

  “I turn away for one second and you disappear from my bed?” he asks, falsely angry.

  He places a hand firmly to the side of my head, pushing himself against me.

  “Get back in that bedroom right now,” he says authoritatively.

  “Not until I’ve had dessert.”

  He lifts one eyebrow.

  “Oh, come on. It’s been all I could think about since we left it sitting out here.”

  “Does that mean your mind was somewhere else while we were having sex?”

  I shrug.

  “Maybe I wasn’t convincing enough.”

  “Maybe you should work a little harder,” I say, teasing him.

  “Casey…don’t challenge me.”

  “Or what?” I cross my arms and lift my chin.

  “This is a dangerous game.”

  “Ooh, I’m scared,” I say, winding him up even more.

  “Casey.” This time my name escapes his lips in a grunt. “Don’t do it.”

  “I’m not doing anything, Nick. You’re the one who’s…” I can’t finish the sentence, because Nick’s arm has wrapped forcefully around me, his mouth pressing urgently against mine.

  I can’t breathe; I can’t move. Nick pins me there against the fridge, locked in his arms, suffocating me with kisses. His hands release their grip and start to roam over my body, as I stand there, drowning in his passion as it weakens my knees.

  “If you’re hungry, I can feed your appetite,” he murmurs into my ear, before lifting me up and carrying me back through to his bedroom. We tumble breathlessly onto the bed, side-by-side; but Nick doesn’t let me go. I can feel his enormous hands all over me, as if he didn’t have two hands, but six or eight. His starving mouth follows their trail, and I abandon myself to my own excitement. I let him course through my veins, indulging in his movements and echoing the rhythm of his body, impatient to feel him inside me again. My hunger only has one target, now.

  Fuck dessert. Fuck everything.

  The only thing I need is him.

  His legs lifts over my hip, and he presses his cock against my pussy; I relax my muscles, letting him inside me. He pushes slowly, his movement agonisingly seductive, making me want everything, right now.

  Just a taste isn’t enough.

  “Nick…” I beg him, pushing my hips towards him.

  “What…?”

  “I’m hungry…really hungry,” I tell him anxiously.

  “You have no idea how hungry I am.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?!”

  He laughs against my lips, before sliding himself in deeply.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I moan, feeling my body melt into him. Nick pushes, before pulling almost totally out of me, making me yell in frustration. My hand is entangled in his hair, forcing him against my mouth, so that I can breathe him in.

  He changes position suddenly, rolling himself onto his back and taking me with him. He grabs my hips and I lift myself up, letting my head fall back at the feeling of him so deeply inside me. It’s overwhelming, having him underneath me, all to myself.

  “Fuck,” he breathes, running his hands up and down my back. “You on top…fuck, it’s the best view ever.”

  Ignited by his words, I start to move myself on top of him. Nick reflects the movement of my hips with his, making the most of the scene: he wants to watch as I take everything I want from him. And that’s exactly what I want: Nick O’Connor, all for myself.

  I move myself, my fingers tracing the lines of his stomach as I let my eyes roam his Greek God body. His eyes are dark, penetrating; he throws his arm above his head, and I feel the heat between my legs grow almost scalding just at the thought of him, lying there at the mercy of my desire. I move slowly, excited by his moans, his panting – his cock, almost at climax.

  “Do whatever you want with me,” he says, locking his eyes on mine.

  “You want to be my sex toy?” I ask him, leaning down to reach his lips.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  I laugh at his honesty, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, whimpering into his mouth. Nick answers my call, letting me leave my mark, imprint myself onto his skin. I give him everything I am, so that he can never forget tonight. I slowly lift myself away from his mouth, which follows me, his teeth encircling my nipple. I bend towards him again, as he grabs them both, sucking at one as he squeezes the other with his hand. I keep moving, guiding him deeply inside me and rubbing my clitoris against him. I let myself enjoy the sensation of his mouth consuming my breast; it has absolutely no intention of loosening its grip.

  “Oh, fuck…fuck,” he moans into my chest, and I realise that he’s reached his limit.

  I move faster, longing to see him crumble underneath me. Nick raises himself up suddenly, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me against his body. His breath stops as he cries, his moan low and loud – I immediately feel his heat inside me, as my own orgasm spreads through me. I tremble breathlessly on top of him; my pussy is in flames, my mind totally emptied. I already know that I’ll never be able to sleep with anyone else after him.

  And I would never want to.

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  Casey collapses into my arms, slowly pulling me out of her. I trace my fingertips over her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her hot breath against my chest. I brush the hair away from her face and stroke her cheek; she smiles, her eyes closed, calm and content.

  Her body is lily-white, so pale that it looks really fucking good in contrast to my tanned skin. It’s almost like a latte – which I already know is about to become my favourite drink. Her tiny hands trail across my chest with their long, elegant nails, drawing circles around my nipples before dipping further South, following the line of my abs down to my hips. They slowly make their way back up my body, inducing a shiver in me that promises something more: but not right now. Now, I need to stay here, like this, with her on top of me. We’re blanketed by a silence, a serenity that only highlights how precious this moment it.

  The two of us. Together.

  And I don’t even want to ask myself how things could’ve been if this had happened before; if I never got on that plane, never left her in that pool. The only thing that counts is the present. What we are right now, and everything I want to be for her.

  “I’m still hungry,” she says, casting her eyes up to the ceiling.

  “That’s not exactly a compliment for me.”

  “It is, though,” she says, lifting her head and resting it on her arm. “It means that you burnt off so many of my calories that I need to regain my strength.”

  I smile at her, satisfied with her response. “Stay here. And don’t go anywhere, this time – okay?”

  “I wasn’t planning to.”

  I slide her to my side, and get to my feet.

  “You know, O’Connor,” she says, making me turn back towards her, “those photos… They don’t do you anywhere near enough justice.”

  I puff up my chest with pride.

  “Now let me admire your arse while you walk off into the kitchen and get your girlfriend something to eat.”

  Jesus. My girlfriend.

  A wave of panic laps at me, pulling me into the deep end before she can even realise. I turn and head into the kitchen, keeping this moment of weakness to myself. I know that Casey said it without thinking. She didn’t mean anything by it – there’s no reason for me to be this anxious.

  Out in the kitchen, I try to calm my thoughts, cutting two slices of cheesecake to take back into my bedroom.

  Casey is sitting in the m
iddle of the bed with her legs crossed. Naked; perfectly comfortable. She didn’t even feel the need to cover herself with a sheet – just as she strolled into the kitchen earlier, wearing absolutely nothing.

  “Finally!” she says as soon as she sees me.

  I pass her a plate and sit down next to her. Without missing a beat, she sticks her fork into her dessert and shovels it into her mouth, one forkful after the other.

  “What?” she asks me, realising that I was watching her.

  “See what I mean? You’re such a pig when you eat.”

  She grins. “You’re just jealous. I imagine that one slice of cheesecake means a twenty-kilometre run for you.”

  “Nah,” I say, resting my plate on the bedside table. “I just need one thing.”

  “What?”

  I take the plate from her hands and place it next to mine. Then I lean over her, pressing my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of dessert that lingers inside her. I delicately push her back onto the bed and climb on top of her, listening to her sigh the moment my cock presses between her legs. She moans as I slip inside her, filling her again. Her hands grab my face, pulling me closer.

  Our bodies are entwined once again, our lives finally starting to walk along, side-by-side.

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  I watch her slowly get dressed, gathering her hair from the nape of her neck and studying her reflection in the mirror, checking whether she’s presentable – which is pretty much impossible after the evening we’ve had. I watch her move around the apartment, looking for her shoes, before scanning around her to make sure she has everything, as if this were some one-night-stand. As if she had no intention of staying. And I’m not just talking about this apartment, or this evening; it seems like she’s trying to get out of my life.