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Kris
Heat, soft, warm touches. Her body trying to take me on. My mind is filled with all of these ideas. Flashes of her nakedness, feeling my cock as it is ridden by a tight virgin pussy is not my usual dream. My usual dreams are filled with fire and twisted metal. Not a beautiful wonton fairy that I could be falling in love with.
Her body flexes, and I can really feel the tightening contractions of her orgasm. This is no dream. My hands are on her hips, and my fingers knead the flesh piled on top of me. Her vanilla lips have crashed into mine, and my eyes open. I am no longer asleep, but I am very much being fucked by a woman that was not going to be denied.
I kiss her back. What else am I to do? She took the decision out of my hands, she took her power, and I am certainly not going to try and take it back.
“Good morning.” I moan, lifting my hips to actually participate in driving her over. “Seems you pulled me over the cliffside.”
She pauses at my words. "You said, in the morning."
I thrust harder, pulling her down further, making her moan louder. “I did. Hang on.” Wrapping my arms around her, I push up with my legs so that I can sit up, putting my back to the headboard, masking her a little seat to lean against with my knees. “Lift.” Getting her up, I slide my cock out of her so that I can get her sitting on it with her legs open, feet facing me. “I wanna see you fuck me while I fuck you. Can you lean back and lift your ass with your hands?”
She bites her lip as I help guide her back onto me. “Fuck, Tink, that’s it. Like riding a horse, yes, rock and swivel.” My head lowers as I watch my cock disappear and reappear. This angle also allows me to use my fingers on her clit, making her cry out. “Come on, let it out. Nobody is gonna hear you this high up.”
“Kristopher.” She digs her nails into my knees, and I come, Not just come. It’s a whole body-mind experience. My back arches, my toes fucking curl, and I swear I feel her entire body explode around me. She’s a panting, sweating mess as I let out a little laugh.
“Think you can handle more, or do you need a moment?” I ask, pulling her up my body so that we are belly to belly. Her heart is racing, and I want to keep going, but I know that I must be diligent and careful.
"I-" she pulls my hand to her heart. "I've never felt anything like this. I want more. I need you to wash away all of the bad. Pan, I think, I don't know."
“Then we lay here, just for a bit. Let you come down, and then if you like, this lost boy will take you back to Neverland.”
"I'll go anywhere with you, Pan."
***
Sitting on the edge of the bed in one of the best moods of my life, I push Nicolette’s hair back and gently kiss her neck. “Morning, beautiful.” Whispering, I pull the blanket back. “I had room service bring up a couple of full breakfasts. I’m gonna set it up on the balcony. Come on.”
She cracks an eye at me. “You’re lucky I like you, Pan. This bed is really comfortable.” She stretches. “Can you grab my medicine and take them with you so I can take them? I’m just gonna run to the bathroom.”
“Already done, oh and Tink? You may like me, but I’m pretty sure I’m past like and moving on to a new L word.”
Nicolette pauses in her movements. Her eyes meet mine. “Um, I—Pan, I think you need to um-I need a moment.” She climbs from the bed and rushes to the bathroom.
“Shhit.” I smack myself in the head, “Stupid, stupid! You dumb son of a bitch. See, this is what you get for trying to say what you feel—you get a slammed door. She isn’t ready for this. You aren’t read-” My rant ios topped as our phones begin to roar. I had set them to sleep until nine-fifteen. Guess it’s that time. They make so much damn noise that they vibrate to the carpet.
Scoopin mine up, I see eighty missed calls. Half from Cliff, the other half Vagrant Souls. What the fuck? The same goes for texts. I open one from Erica and am looking at a grainy photo of Nicolette and me at the diner, her leaning into me with my arms around her.
“NIKKI!”
“I’m sorry, I fre—What’s wrong?” Nicolette looks at me, confused. She’s wrapped in a robe. “Pan? What happened.” She stops grabbing her phone off the floor. “Dad's calling.”
I freak out, smacking the phone clear out of her hand. My eyes go wide as it sails through the air, out the balcony doors, and Bowzer chases it, causing it to skid over the edge and into oblivion. Nicolette looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and my only reaction is simple.
I start to laugh. Laugh like the madman she has made me into, pulling her into me as I collapse onto the bed. She has no choice but to straddle me. Her head spins as my phone keeps screaming in alarm. She tries to speak, but I silence her with an urgent kiss.
“Shh-” I whisper as if the room is bugged. “We are in so much trouble.” My voice shakes with laughter. “They know where we are.”
She pushes against my chest looking down at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have a fever? Did I get you sick?” She starts feeling my head. “Pan, calm down and tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“We got spotted at Jamal’s Wall, you know the joint we had lunch at? Somebody took pics, and I’m gonna assume based on that-” I point at my phone, “There's plenty more. We shoulda put a wig and glasses on ya.” My words are broken and interrupted by my maniacal yet subsiding laughter. “We’re gonna just-” I hop up, leaving her to bounce off the mattress, as I see a flash of white reflecting across the way from our balcony. Grabbing the drapes, I rip them shut and then turn to face her. “I’m so sorry I got you into this.” Bowzer whimpers jumping on the bed with her. “I’ll fix it. We’re gonna get my people, and they’ll get us whatever we need, including safe passage out of here. Tink, you gotta know I am not trying to get refamous off your coattails.” That image I saw had a headline I don’t want to share, but I know she’s gonna see it soon enough.
