He presses his hands on either side of me and gives me that charming smile I used to see him use on some girl swooning over him.
Right now it makes my knees turn to water and my heart gallop.
“I have this memory of you in my head, and I can’t get it out. I don’t want to, and I know you don’t either. There’s no fucking way you can be that way with me and want the memory gone. But I’ll give you the choice. You tell me you feel nothing and you wish we never crossed the line, and that’s it. I’ll forget too. Tell me and I’ll forget too. We go back to being the good friends we are and never speak of it again. Or…” he moves closer and his gaze drops to my lips, then to my breasts, then flicks back up to my eyes and burns into me. “You can tell me the truth, and we can take whatever steps we should from there.”
It’s like time just froze around us, but we’re the only two people who can move and function. That is what is happening, and the only thing I can do to make it move or change time is answer him.
He’s looking at me waiting for an answer, and as he does, I think of us together and my mouth waters.
He leans closer to my ear, and his hot breath makes my skin tingle and buzz, the nerves scattering from the wild caress.
“I’m waiting, baby. Clock’s ticking and my damn dick’s getting hard from remembering your lips.” He smirks.
My lips part and as he looks back to me, I find he’s too close to me. His lips are too close. The pull of his lips and him is too much. It makes me want to do one thing.
I move, and he moves to me too.
Our lips meet, and we don’t feel like the friends we were last week.
We feel like something else, and because we aren’t drunk, it feels like so much more.
The kiss is hot and sexy and out of this world. I didn’t think it could feel any better, but then his hot wet tongue sweeps into my mouth and tangles with my tongue.
The kiss turns hungry, making my nipples hard, so hard it’s painful.
Then he just stops and backs away, glowering at me.
“Tania, answer me now. I mean it,” he demands.
“I want the second option…I want you. That’s the truth,” I manage past the tension that’s clenched my body.
He slips his hand behind my head and holds me. “I want you too, but then, I always did.”
I don’t get the chance to be shocked. It leaves me as my body welcomes his lips again.
I push back into him, allowing myself the pleasure of savoring the taste of his lips.
I’ve always wanted him too and right now I want him to take me.
Nick slips his hand over the flat of my waist and smooths up to my breasts, filling his palms with them and squeezing.
He stops kissing me again only to pull me away from the wall, pick me up, and set me down on the table.
He goes to the door and locks it with the little latch. I gasp when I see that, and he shakes his head at me.
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me we can’t or shit like that. Five days… it’s been five days. I’m having you now,” he says.
Before I can do anything else, he claims my lips again. It’s earthshattering and bone tingling. It’s everything a kiss should be, and the effect is such that it wipes my brain of all my fears.
He backs off my coat, tugs at my blouse, and lifts it up and over my head in one swift move.
Next is my bra. He snaps open the little butterfly clasp holding my breasts in and as the clasp opens, my breasts fall out bobbing toward him, the tips hard and ready for him to please me in whatever way he wants.
He looks at me and my awareness returns.
I don’t have the haze of drunkenness to hide me or the assurance that he’s been drinking too. We’re sober and I’m naked in front of him.
He’s looking at me like he wants to commit me to memory. While I’m nervous from his stare, I take the moment to savor him looking at me that way.
He looks at my breasts then up to my neck where he loops his forefinger through my necklace.
I’m still wearing it. The same necklace he gave me.
“You still have it on,” he notes.
“I missed you. It made me feel close,” I answer, and he cups my face. “Close to you.”
His eyes twinkle then heat with molten desire. “You have me now, baby.”
I do.
It’s me who reaches for him now. I smooth over his jaw, loving the feel of his beard beneath my palms, loving the feel of him while he plays with my breasts.
He kisses his way down my neck and down the deep valley between my cleavage.
I come undone when his mouth closes over my right nipple, and he starts sucking. Sucking and taking as much as he can of the flesh into his mouth, then flicking his tongue back and forth over the tips, working them to life.
He moves to the neglected breast and gives it the same attention, and I try not to moan too loud.
It’s just me around, but sometimes Mac works late and I can never tell when that will be. His office is the closest to mine. The next closest is Abby’s.
I’m mindful of the attention I could stir from moaning too loud, but damn I can’t control the hums of pleasure that fall from my lips.
“Fuck…” he growls and continues his wild suckle.
The tug of an orgasm pulls heavily on my groin, and I have to suck in a deep breath to steady myself.
I’m close, though. So close, so when he parts my legs, pushes up my skirt, and slides two fingers straight into my core, I can’t help but cry out.
I decide I don’t care.
I deserve this. I need this.
He starts massaging the walls of my passage, slow then fast, and faster. Nick then shocks me when he pulls his fingers out of me and licks off the glistening juice.
“Fucking hell, we’re gonna have a very long night,” he promises.
I wholeheartedly believe him when he crouches down and moves the lace fabric away from my mound and nuzzles his face in between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
The only thing that’s better than his fingers is his tongue. His tongue thrashes up inside me. Licking over the hard sensitive nub of my clit.
That’s when I lose my mind, and the hums of pleasure that rumble from deep within me encourages him to continue.
When he nips over the nub and his teeth scrape the skin, control slips, and a greedy orgasm comes to take me whole. It pushers me higher and higher, holding me in place, and hits me with ultimate pleasure, making my body shudder.
I come on his face, gushing into his mouth, feeling myself getting aroused again when he drinks me in. He’s drinking and licking, leaving nothing.
Taking everything.
“Fucking perfect baby. You taste so damn good. I don’t know how I haven’t done that before.” He gives a wicked chuckle. I can’t answer.
I’m breathing too hard.
He pulls my panties down, pulling them down my legs and setting my feet on the table so he can look at me.
He then shrugs out of his jacket and shirt and gets to work on undoing his belt buckle.
I remember this part. I liked how he took his cock and rubbed from the base to tip before he slid on the condom.
He pulls one from his back pocket and holds it up before me. “Want to suit me up?” he asks, and my mouth starts watering.
Yes, do I ever want to do that. I have to swallow hard to stop myself from drooling.
“Yes, I want to,” I answer, taking the condom from him.
His smile widens to a devilish grin, and he pushes down his pants and boxers just low enough for his cock to spring free.
I remember this part too. I remember thinking how massive he is, and I’m still thinking it now.
The length is thick and perfectly erect, ready to take me. The fat mushroom head is straining toward me. I tear open the wrapper and take hold of his cock, which feels perfect in my hands.
He watches me, and I can’t believe I’m actually touching h
im in this way.
I slide the condom down his length and gasp when he reaches for me.
“You ready for the real version of us?”
“I am,” I answer with a nod.
He takes hold of his length and guides himself to my slick wet opening, brushing over the lips, then pressing in so he can inch into me.
I remember this. I remember the first time. My body remembers him and welcomes him as he slides inside me.
I gasp from the luxuriating sensation that rushes over me in hot waves of pleasure.
I gasp and I groan and I moan and he smiles. He gives me a smile of pure male satisfaction at what he’s doing to me.
He starts pumping into me when I adjust to take him. His pumps are just like the thrusts of his tongue. Fast, then faster then…. Fucking.
I suck in a sharp breath as he starts fucking me hard, grabbing on to his shoulders to keep from falling.
I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight like I’m on some wild sexual ride of hot pleasure, and I don’t know how the hell I could have said no to this.
I’m coming again.
I hold on to him so tight that I’m sure my fingernails are going to cut him. But he takes it, and I take what he’s giving me, wanting more and more.
And he gives me more.
We get lost in the rhythm with reckless abandon, savoring something that feels like a long time coming.
It was, and so were we.
His pumps speed up even more, snapping me out of the reverie, and he starts pounding into me, driving into me with possession. Shaking my body with rough, desperate strokes.
“I’m going to fuck you hard baby, hold on.” He groans and the vein at the side of his neck tenses.
Again I can’t answer. I’m lost in erotic ecstasy. He can do whatever he wants to me.
I feel the pulse of his cock inside me and know there’s no way he can continue.
I can’t.
I’m coming again, crying out, losing my mind as I go over the edge and take him with me.
The two of us come together, riding the wave, going up into the mouth of passion so it can swallow us whole.
It keeps us there even when we climb down.
We climb down, and reality seeps in.
I just had sex with Nick again, and I want more.
Celine’s words come to my mind as he pulls out of me. Her words and his, all the reasonings.
I watch him reach for a box of tissues and clean himself off first, then clean me.
“Let’s go home,” he says, running his fingers over the flat of my stomach.
I’m wondering which home he means, and what next.
“Home?”
He chuckles. “Wherever I can have more of you. That okay?”
“Yes,” I answer.
It’s the only answer I think to give. Everything comes to my mind, and I want him. My desire for him forces everything else out.
Nick
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.” Sun Tzu, Art of War
* * *
Yes, he said it well, and I couldn’t agree more with him myself.
This is what you call the art of war.
Me and Tania.
This is the art of taking what you want.
Conquest.
I’ve just never executed this type of gameplay on a woman before.
Who would have thought that the first woman I’d try it with would be my hot little best friend I can’t get enough of?
My enemy is fear. Her fear. So I figured my way around it.
I know her, and I know myself. I know she likes to be in charge and be somewhere she can trust herself. She needs that, and by giving it to her, it opens the door for her to delve deep into what she wants and take it too.
It’s only then that we’ll be on the same page.
We’re at her place, in her bed.
On her turf.
It’s part of my plan.
She has me in her bed at her beck and call, pleasuring her and doing whatever the fuck I want to her. On our third round, the little minx confessed to me that she’s on the pill but likes watching me touch my cock.
That whole rendezvous on Saturday night to get more condoms was just so she could get me to do that.
That’s fine. I’ll do whatever she wants me to do. I’ll fucking jerk off for her if that’s what she wants because I’m under some enchantment to please her.
Now she’s straddling me, placing kisses all over me.
We were playing some game she made up on the spot, and she kept winning. I’m supposed to guess what number or whatever’s in her head, and every time I lose, I have to give her an orgasm.
We’ve been doing that for the last few hours. It’s like we stepped through the door of insanity, and the woman went wild on me. Unleashed, breaking free of whatever chains kept her over the line from taking me.
“What animal am I thinking of now?” she asks, rubbing her pretty pussy over my cock. She fills her palms with her tits and rubs over the little nipples.
“A dog,” I answer, and she wiggles again, making my dick hard.
“Yes, it’s a dog, but can we pretend you got that wrong so I can have more pleasure?”
“What if I want pleasure?” I reach for her tiny waist and pull her closer so I can suck her breasts.
“I’m going to give it to you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, but after you pleasure me. Try again. What kind of flower am I thinking of?” She giggles when I nuzzle into her neck.
I will happily watch the little show she’s putting on for me, but I want her again.
Next time my parents and my brothers message me to ask me what’s going on between us, I won’t have to wonder where I am with her.
Even if we just have tonight, I’ll remember her this way with me.
I know her. Today is always different than tomorrow when she’s not sure about something. She likes to think she’s this levelheaded woman, and she is. It’s different when it comes to her emotions, which is understandable.
I want tonight so she can remember the way we felt together. It’s how I remembered it.
“It’s shit. It’s a shit flower. I want you again, so you win,” I tell her nibbling on her ear.
She pulls back and has that look on her face like she wants my cock in her mouth.
“Okay, but I think since you’re so good at losing this game, I should give you some kind of treat.”
“That’s so nice of you. I would love a treat.”
The treat is exactly the kind of thing I call a treat.
She slides down my legs, and one slender hand grips the base of my cock and starts pumping.
She can do that to me for the rest of the night if she wishes because it feels so damn good.
What feels better is her mouth.
She licks over my length in gentle strokes. Licking and tasting, hardening me up so much, my cock strains toward her in an arc. It’s then that she takes me into her mouth, and I reach for her little nipples that are the same rose color as her lips.
She sucks as I squeeze and sucks harder, giving me the best head I’ve ever had in my life.
I indulge in my treat by lacing my fingers through her silky hair and allowing her to work me. She sucks harder and takes me deeper, deep-throating me, then she releases me and starts licking and sucking my balls, making sure she leaves no part un-pleasured. When she starts sucking harder and pumping my length at the same time, I feel the tension coil, and I know that if I want to take her, it has to be now.
“Baby, let me fuck you,” I tell her, tugging her arm.
I want that ass again.
I want her on her hands and knees, but I’ll allow her to ride me first. Her tits bouncing in my face was one of the first images that came to mind when I remembered that night of our little rendezvous.
I want it again.
I lift her up, and she does the rest by settl
ing herself down on my cock and easing it into her entrance.
My bare skin sliding into her feels amazing. Skin to skin and an enhancement of pleasure beyond belief.
This position always feels so damn good because I can feel her. I feel when I hit the jackpot, and I can watch her face.
I grip her hips as she starts moving them, grinding against me. Then I get lost in her.
I smooth my hands over to her ass and grip the cheeks so I can give her a hand.
Her tits bounce in my face as she arches into me. I can’t see tits looking like that and not suck them, so I do. I suck and she holds my head to her breast so I can take her deeper while I fuck her.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes…ohhhhhh...Nick!”
Fuck, that’s the first time she’s ever called out my name like that. I want to hear it again.
“Say that again, Tania. Say my name,” I groan, and I’m shocked at how desperate I sound for her.
“Nick,” she moans, and I give it to her harder. I almost forget that I want her from behind.
Almost.
Securing my grip on her, I flip her over, pull out and settle her on her hands and knees, then plunge back in again.
Now I can enjoy watching her ass jiggle as I pound into her from behind.
My cock stirs; I know this is the last ride.
Exhaustion has come for me too, making my grip on control slip easier.
I’m there in the height of pleasure with her and she comes, screaming my name.
That’s what does it for me.
My name on her lips. I wish for it to always be there.
I jackhammer to my release and blow into her like a hurricane. Hot virile cum sprays into her, draining my life force. It takes all that I have left to give.
She’s breathing hard and I know she must be tired too.
She would have been at work early and it’s late now.
I pull out of her and her body sinks into the bed, but she has a smile on her face. A lazy smile, one of comfort that shows my plan is working.
This is the first plan, and I hope like hell I’m doing right by trusting my instincts on what I know of her.
I leave her for a few seconds to go in the bathroom and clean off, then I grab some tissues and go back in to clean her too.
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