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“What next,boss?”
I say the boss bit to annoy him. But as I say it, I’m reminded that plenty of people call him that with no flippancy at all.
“Spread your legs and touch yourself.”
The words are cool and detached. Clinical almost. Like me naked on his bed is a nonevent. An inconvenience even. He’ll do the bare minimum to fuck meafterI’ve warmed myself up.
I roll my head to the side so I’m staring at his broad shoulders. My eyes keep moving down the taper of his torso. I wish he were shirtless.
My eyes close, and my hand skims down my stomach, between my legs. My fingers aren’t warm, and they’re not long and callous like I’m craving either.
I squeeze my eyelids tighter and pretend they are. This isn’t the first time I’ve fantasized about Nick. It won’t be the last time either.
I move my fingers faster, gathering the wetness that’s started to appear and stroking myself with quick circles. I picture Nick pumping into me from behind in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror and seeing the expression on his face as he fucked me. The feel of him inside me, hard and thick.
The warmth of pleasure starts to trickle and spread. The comforter beneath me is no longer cold.
I moan, getting lost in the sensations.
And then, suddenly, he’s here. My fingers are pushed away, and Nick’s tongue replaces them, wet and warm and a thousand times more erotic. A possessive palm lands on my hip, holding me open.
I open my shaking thighs even wider and lift my hips, shamelessly asking for more. My eyes are wide open now, focused on watching him pleasure me.
The sight alone is enough to get me off. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my back arches, and I cry out as the pleasure explodes. I clench around nothing, grasping the sheets and tipping my head back as the flood of euphoria rushes through me.
Aside from my ragged breathing, the room is completely silent. Rather than satisfied, I feel restless. I want him to fuck me. I wanthimso, so badly. The urge aches inside of me, throbbing persistently, like a fresh bruise.
Nick rises onto his knees and exhales. His expression is tight and irritated as he unzips to free the bulge pressing against the black fabric of his pants. His erection bobs free, the flared head flushed red and the vein that runs the length raised. I only get a glimpse of his hard cock and dark pubic hair before he’s stroking himself, fisting the length that’s already long and hard.
I reach for his penis, wanting to feel the hot, taut skin for myself.
“Don’t.”
I flinch before dropping my hand, but I’m not surprised by the harsh command. Moments like this are how we punish each other. And also how we express everything we won’t actually say.
He reaches for a condom and rolls it on, the crinkle of the foil wrapper the only sound in the room. Most of the curtains are closed, but the outside lights are bright enough, the exposed windows illuminate the room with enough to see.
Nick sighs again. This time, it’s less aggrieved and more conflicted.
“Fuck.”
All of a sudden, he’s hovering over me. And then he kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth urgently. I can taste myself on him, and it turns me on even more. It makes him seem more like mine, if only for this fleeting moment.
The heavy weight of his erection rubs my thigh and brushes my clit. I moan and writhe beneath him, trying to force his dick inside of me.
One of Nick’s hands pulls my wrists up above my head while the other moves to his cock, guiding it between my legs. He teases me for a few seconds, nudging, but not entering. Anticipation crawls across my skin, consuming and overwhelming.
With a sudden thrust, he pushes all the way inside of me. I’ve barely accustomed to the stretch before he’s moving, fucking me with deep, rapid strokes. Rough and desperate, so far from indifference, I can’t help but smile.
Wrong things shouldn’t feel this good.
Nothingshould feel this good.
It’s too easy to get lost in. So hard to stay afloat and stay vigilant.
To remember exactly what this is and everything it isn’t.
I’m close to coming when he pulls all the way out and rolls onto his back. I blink at him, the haze of pleasure slowly fading and confusion appearing instead.
