chaptertwelve
Cassie
I’ve barely come down from the single most incredible orgasm of my life when I realize, as amazing as it was, it still lacked something. I look down at him, still kneeling at my feet.
“I need your dick,” I say. I graduated summa cum laude from the Plan II honors program at UT. I was at the top of my class at law school and passed the bar in one pass, with a near perfect score. And this man has reduced me to four-word sentences.
He stands, his brows raised. “What’s the matter, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“I feel too empty,” I whine.
He grips the thick outline of his cock through his board shorts, giving me a hard look. “I don’t have any condoms with me, baby. Do you?”
“No.” Why would I? I didn’t plan for this. I never saw this coming. “But you’re clean, right? I know you get regular physicals.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m on the pill. And I was tested after…” I stop short of saying Tripp’s name, because that man has no business in this moment.
That must be all Nick needs to hear, because he gives a tight nod and steps closer. “You need me to fill you up?”
“Please, Nick.”
His hand wraps around my throat, not in a scary way, just a sexy, dominate move that stills my gaze, forcing me to look at him. “Say the words, Cassie. Tell me you need me to fuck you.”
A full body shiver works through me at his dirty talk. For the past two years, Nick was just my online buddy. He was the guy who would geek out with me about sci-fi and Marvel movies. Yeah, I knew I had a bit of a crush on him, because he’s smart and funny and… well, I’m not blind. But seeing this side of him? Knowing he’s also a sex god with a dominate streak… the combination is intoxicating.
“I need you to fuck me,” I say. He drags a thumb across my bottom lip and I snag it with my teeth and suck it into my mouth. I work it like I would his cock as I stare into his eyes.
“Goddamn, Cass. Get on the fucking bed. Now.” He steps away from me and starts pulling off his clothes. His movements aren’t frantic or rushed. He’s still completely in control and recognizing that makes me feel safe with him in a way I’ve never felt with another man.
Nick, in clothes, is just about the hottest man I’ve ever seen. But Nick in nothing but his tattoos, standing there in all his glory is something else entirely. I want to ask him to walk around so I can see the play of his muscles move and bunch beneath his skin. But my core is still soaked and clenching on emptiness.
I’m kneeling on the bed, just watching him as he prowls towards me. He sits on the edge and I circle around, straddling his lap.
“Look how fucking sexy you are, Butterscotch,” he murmurs when his palms grip my ass cheeks.
I slide my wetness against the ridge of his cock, not impaling myself on him yet, just lubricating him while I rub my clit on his hardness. I moan in response.
“You need this dick, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I hiss. I can already feel the beginnings of a climax coiling inside me.
He grips my hips and raises me up, lifting me like I’m a doll and not a woman who's nearly five eight and eats too much gumbo.
Then he lowers me onto his cock. I’m so wet that despite how thick he is, he has no problem sliding in all the way to the hilt.
We both groan when he’s fully seated inside me.
“Do you have any idea how close I was to coming in my shorts while I was eating that sweet pussy?” he asks
I shake my head and rock myself on him, trying desperately to get the friction I need. He reaches up and palms my boobs, flicking and pinching my nipples into hard little points. Then he’s fucking up into from below and oh wow, it feels so good I nearly can’t breathe.
The next minute he stands, gripping my ass and holding on to me, turns us around and we drop back down to the bed, me on my back and him on top of me. I barely have time to think of the position change before Nick pulls back and thrusts back in. He’s pounding into me at a relentless speed and all I can do is claw his back and cry out his name again and again and first one and then another climax rocket through me.
My thighs wrap around his hips, and the erotic sounds of his grunts and moans are so masculine.
“Come inside me,” I say. Though I’m not even sure where my request comes from.
“This is my fucking pussy,” Nick says as he thrusts two more times before his orgasm slams through him.
