If I told you I violated someone I loved, would you believe me? It’s true. I had taken something that wasn’t meant for me. I took it—and pretended like I hadn’t. I took it and cherished every fucking second.
I’m a bad person. I took advantage of my friend, of someone who’s spent his life making mine better. Nik had trusted me. I’m the one person in his life he knew he could trust; if he couldn’t, then there was no one else. And I just destroyed that trust.
Four months ago, I had a moment of weakness. I was selfish. Up until today, this very second, I hadn’t been sorry about it. I only ever let myself think about it when I’m alone in my hotel room. When my love and need for Nik overwhelms me to the point that I have no choice but to relive my stolen night with him.
For once, we had arrived a day early before the next show. I was glad because there was a storm brewing outside, and I hated being on the bus during a thunderstorm. Even at twenty-one years old, I was still terrified of thunder.
I huddled under my blanket and tried to keep my mind off the growing rage of the storm outside, but it was no use. I grabbed my room key, along with the others, and ran from my room. The lights flickered as I ran the length of the corridor and opened the door to Nik’s room. I knew I shouldn’t, that I was chancing walking in on him with some groupie, but the thunder was just too much for me.
When I opened the door to his room, I was surprised to find him alone. I even took a second to delight in the fact that he wasn’t with some slut. The light from the bathroom was on, and the door was slightly ajar, casting a soft glow across the room. He was lying on his back with one hand supporting his head, while the other…
The other stroked his hard cock.
I sucked in a breath, getting my first look at Nik aroused. He was completely naked, and the long, broad length of him stretched just past his belly button. His balls, those perfectly round sacs, were tight as he continued to stroke his hand up and down his pulsing dick. My mouth went dry as I watched shamelessly.
“Finally,” he slurred, and I realized he was drunk.
“Finally, what?” I breathed, unable to find a stronger voice.
“You finally came to me. God, I’ve been aching for you all night.” He sat up and held out the hand that wasn’t stroking himself, something he was still doing. He wiggled his fingers, enticing me to come to him. “Come here, baby.”
Without thinking, I went over to him and put my hand in his. With a little tug, he pulled me down beside him on the bed. “Feel.” Still holding my hand, he brought it to his cock and cupped my fingers around him. “Do you feel how much I need you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, captivated by the sight of my fingers gliding up and down his engorged cock.
I knew it was wrong. Nik was drunk and thought I was one of the groupies who had come to play with him. But the instant I touched that live wire, I knew I didn’t care. I wanted him, had wanted him for so long. And I loved him in a way no one else ever would.
It didn’t matter that I was a virgin, or that he most likely wouldn’t remember this in the morning. I planned on being long gone from this bed by then anyway. The storm raging outside was no longer important; it was far from my thoughts as I leaned in and kissed Nik.
His groan was deep, sexy, and made me shiver as I felt his tongue skim across my bottom lip. “So sweet. Never tasted anything this sweet before.” He devoured my mouth, making me dizzy with need, and stole my breath. My fingers knotted in his thick hair, needing to hold on as he began the wild ride I had only ever dreamed about with this man.
“Easy, baby.” He chuckled in the rich, seductive way I loved so much. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I want you so much,” I told him, unafraid of my true feelings in the darkness of his booze-fogged mind. “I need you, Nik.”
“God… I need you too, baby.” He cupped my face, seeming to memorize every inch of it, but I wondered if he was really seeing me. “So beautiful.” He brushed his lips along my jaw, his wicked tongue skimming down my neck and sucking at the pulse beating frantically at the base.
He took his time with me. Stripped me carefully of my T-shirt and boy shorts. He licked every inch of the tattoo on my hip, nibbling on the Demon’s Wings design that surrounded a black heart with all the guys’ names inside of it in red.
“Sexy as hell.” He growled before turning me over so he could pay attention to the tattoo that took up most of my back. Dark wings of a demon made me appear to be one, followed by Gothic-style writing below that read “Property of Demon’s Wings.”
I felt his dick nudge me, skimming along the crack of my ass, and I spread my legs without hesitating. “You aren’t ready for me to do that, baby. That virgin ass has to be tamed slowly. Especially when I’m this hard… Never been this hard before, baby. Never! All for you…” He nipped my shoulder. I cried out from the pure pleasure that small pain caused deep between my legs.
He rolled me onto my back and attacked my lips once more, seeming lost in the taste of me. He cupped my small breasts in his big hand, causing me to blush. He was used to bigger boobs than mine. Nik was a breast man, and I knew mine had never inspired him before, but he seemed to love them right now.
His lips left mine and swallowed one breast almost whole as he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. I cried out, loving the pulling sensation of him suckling me. His fingers tugged at my other nipple, not daring to leave it out of his ministrations. After a few minutes, he turned his mouth to my other breast, while his fingers trailed down, skimming across my belly button ring and lower.
When he reached my sex, he lifted his head and watched as his fingers parted my lips. A tortured groan escaped his mouth. “So wet for me.”
He seemed fascinated by the curls surrounding my pussy. I was waxed, except for the landing strip along my outer lips. From the way he gazed so intently at the auburn hair, I figured he liked it. “Do you taste as good as you smell, baby?”
Before I could answer, he moved and put his mouth over my clit. I screamed as he sucked that hardened ball of nerves into his sinfully hot mouth. My back arched off the bed as he sucked and sucked, until I couldn’t hold myself together anymore and came against his mouth. My release flooded my entrance, and he made a whimpering sound as he lapped up every last drop of it.
When he raised his head, his face glistened with my arousal. Nik didn’t bother to wipe it away as he returned to kissing me. The flavor of me on his tongue was embarrassing at first, but then I got a full taste of it and moaned.
He rolled onto his back and took me with him. “Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded.
“I’m yours,” I answered without hesitation. “All yours, Nik.”
“Take me inside you, baby. Make me a part of you.” If I had stopped to think about it, I might have suggested a condom, but I was too far gone. Protection was the furthest thing from my mind as I slid down his cock.
I bit my lip and swallowed back my cry of pain as he broke through the barrier of my virginity. He was panting by the time I sat down to the hilt.
“So good. So fucking tight,” he gritted out. His hands were on my hips, holding me steady. “Give me a second, beautiful. If you move right now, I’m going to embarrass myself and blow inside you way too soon.”
I was glad to give him all the time he needed because I was fighting to accommodate him. I leaned forward until my nipples skimmed across his chest and kissed him. His tongue curled around mine, and I felt my inner muscles melting, making the fit manageable. I started to ride him, but his hands tightened on my hips, forcing me to stay still.
“Not yet,” he grunted. “I’m too close.”
“Nik…!” I needed to move now. I was on fire for him again.
Understanding what I needed, he rubbed his thumb over my exposed clit. I cried out from the pure pleasure of it. “Please,” I begged him. “Please, I’m close.” He eased up his hold on my hips, and I hesitantly rocked back and forth. My inner muscles tightened as my release neared. His thumb rubbed in fast circles over my clit, rushing me toward the edge of a cliff.
“Nik!” I couldn’t hold on any longer. “Fuck, Nik!”
“Baby!” His back arched as he emptied deep inside me.
I fell against his heaving chest, trying to catch my breath. His arms tightened around my back, and he kissed my shoulder. “Amazing,” he mumbled, half asleep. I smiled against his sweat-soaked chest in total agreement.
By the time I caught my breath, Nik was asleep. Hating to leave but knowing I couldn’t stay, I climbed off him. He mumbled something unintelligible as he rolled away from me. I quickly dressed and left him.
The next day when he had acted like my same old Nik, I knew he hadn’t remembered anything. And while part of me had died a little inside, a bigger part was relieved. I couldn’t handle it if he suddenly started treating me differently because of a spontaneous moment where I was too weak.