Page 9 of Spring Break Fling

As Nikko reached for the button of his jeans, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The anticipation was killing me.

He undid his button, revealing more of his tattoos with each passing moment. My eyes were glued to him, taking in every detail of his toned body. When he reached for the zipper, I held my breath. Finally, with a soft hiss, he pulled it down and slid the denim over his hips.

I took in every inch of him—hard abs with various tattoos covering his torso, long legs encased in black boxer briefs that hugged him snugly, and most importantly, what was throbbing under those boxers. I immediately reached out and grabbed the thick bulge behind the fabric. I was the one ravenous now.

Nikko groaned, his eyes sliding shut for a second before he regained control. “Hannah,” he said, breathless.

His body pushed against me once again and his mouth covered mine, practically swallowing me whole. My hands slid down his back, relishing in the hot skin under my palms. “Come here,” he growled.

He pulled away and dragged me down a short hallway. I caught a glimpse of another tattoo on his back but couldn’t make it out in the darkness. He kicked open a door. I saw the bed and there was a flash of excitement. This was happening!

He pushed me onto the bed, his body covering mine instantly. His mouth kissed down my jaw and neck and then lower still. He slid his hand under my back and managed to unhook my bra with one quick flick. He pulled it away and groaned. Then his mouth was on my breast, hot and wet. I gasped, my back automatically arching.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Condom,” he managed to say between kisses.

He rolled away from me and shucked his boxers. The room was dark with only the light from the living room filtering in. His silhouette was impressive. He pulled open the side table drawer, yanked out a condom, and tore it open with his teeth. When he saw me looking at him, he grinned. “See something you like?”

I gulped and nodded. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if this was such a good idea. He was a really big man in every sense of the word. I had never been with anyone his… size. I watched him roll the condom down every inch of him.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to like it,” he promised as he climbed back on the bed.

He stretched out beside me, his hand sliding down between my legs. He twisted his fingers in the thin fabric of my panties and ripped. My sharp gasp and shock made him laugh. “They were in my way,” he said.

I would have mentioned I could have taken them off, but any protest was cut off when his fingers traced over the most intimate part of me. A moan escaped my lips. He was right. It did feel good. Really good. My hips rocked into his touch, trying to get more contact, more friction.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against my ear as he continued. “I want to make you fly.”

His words sent shivers down my spine. “Yes,” I gasped out.

He pushed two fingers inside me. His movements were slow at first, but as I adjusted, he sped them up.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

The promise in those words had my juices flowing even more. I’d never been this wet for anyone else before. His other hand was caressing my breast, flicking and teasing my nipples until I was panting his name.

He must have sensed my need because he withdrew his fingers. “Are you ready for me?”

“So ready.”

He moved his body over mine and stared down at me. I slid my hand up his arm, tracing over the muscles as they flexed.

Nikko positioned himself at my entrance, then pushed in ever so slightly before pulling back out again. I moaned at the contact.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. Slowly, he entered me again, this time a little more forcefully, bottoming out inside of me.

I groaned and arched my back, overwhelmed by the sensations filling me. It had been too long since I’d felt anything like it, and the last sex I’d had was a pale imitation of what was happening with Nikko.

His eyes held mine, his gaze dark and animalistic. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he growled.

Without any warning, he pulled most of the way out and then slammed back in again, harder this time. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. Ecstasy hit me like a freight train.

He angled his hips in such a way that he hit a spot deep inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. “There,” he said with a groan. “Right there, Hannah.”

“Holy shit,” I moaned aloud as he found that spot again and again. His hips slammed into mine relentlessly, driving me higher and higher.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice nothing more than a growl.