part0013

I don’t make out with men I barely know on a couch in some lodge in the middle of nowhere.

I don’t grind on top of them or wish they’d strip me naked so I could feel them move inside of me.

I’m a good girl, who lives and abides by the rules.

But, Jesus. With him, I want to be so goddamn bad .

“Fuck,” he rasps when I rock against him, feeling his girth press against my short-covered sex.

Nick’s teasing me with his tongue, hot and demanding as he takes my mouth in a branding kiss.

His hands grip my hips in a vice, not daring to go any further. It’s as if he’s scared I’ll reject him. Never.

“Touch me,” I beg, not caring how eager I sound. I’m dying to feel his hands on me. “Please.”

Dark, lust-filled eyes find mine. “Are you sure?”

Answering him, I lift my nightdress and toss it behind me. Desire flickers in his eyes as he takes in my bare breasts and nearly-naked body.

“Jesus Christ.” His gravelly voice does nothing to ease the hunger surging through my veins for him.

Confidence soars through me when I feel his length throb between my legs.

I suck in a sharp breath when Nick palms my tits and brushes a thumb over my hardened peaks. Resting my forehead against his shoulder, I murmur, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Swallowing hard, he nods. “We should do something about that.”

Tugging the hem of his t-shirt, I pull it up, careful of his wound, and watch as he whips it over his head. Biting my lip, I run my hand over him, enjoy every wonderful inch of his muscular body. “You’re so sexy,” I purr as I trail my hands down his flawless chest.

“That’s my line.” He chuckles, dipping down and swiping his tongue over each of my nipples before bringing me back into a kiss. “God, these lips were made for me. You were made for me.”

Wanting to taste more of him, I move my mouth to his jaw and rain kisses down his neck.

Slowly, his hand slides up my stomach and onto my back, before bringing them around to my breasts. Tweaking and tugging at my nipples, Nick rasps, “so hot.” He peppers kisses along my shoulder and up the slope of my neck. “Your tits are fucking amazing.”

I moan into the crook of his neck as he continues to explore. My sex is growing wetter by the second. If he doesn’t do something to ease the ache soon, I’m going to explode. “Nick, please,” I whimper.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You,” I whisper, the friction of his hard-on rubbing against my panties, driving me crazy.

“Where do you want me, Holly?” His thumbs caress the smooth skin on my thighs.

“Here?” Nick deep timbre asks thickly, as he sinks a hand between my legs. Grazing a finger along the edge of my wet panties, his forefinger teases my clit through the thin material. “Is this wet for me, sweetheart?”

I bite my lip, my heavy-lidded eyes closing. “Only you.”

A low and feral growl rumbles from his throat. “Spread your legs for me.”

Moving my thighs an inch wider, I rock against his hand. “Please.”

Pressing the callous pad of his thumb against my quivering nub, Nick draws slow, purposeful strokes. “I’ve got you, baby.”

He does. He really freaking does.

I’m his, completely.

Fanning my fingers over his cheeks, my body moves by itself, loving the pleasure he’s inflicting upon me. “I want to feel you, Nick.” I roll my hips again. “I want to feel you with nothing between us.”

Jaw tensing, his blows out a heavy breath and balls his hands into fists. “Baby, your not ready for me.”

“I’m not a virgin, Nick.” I step off him and push my panties down until I’m wearing nothing but his kiss on my lips. Straddling his waist, I revel in the lingering groan of pleasure I get from him as my wet center sits on his covered cock. “I want this. I want you .”

“If I take these off, they’ll be nothing stopping me from making you mine,” he grits, teeth clenched.

I lick the inside of his ear. “I’m already yours, Nick. Take them off.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, and with impressive strength, he hips lift off the couch. Shoving down his sweats, the thickness of his erection springs out and juts against his stomach. The reddened head oozes with precum.

I’m not overly experienced in the sex department. I’ve had a few partners and they’ve never complained, but I’ve never had this connection with another person before. I’ve never had feelings for someone before.

This, between us, wouldn’t be just sex.

There’s something powerful in play here.

I know Nick’s caught up in the whole age thing, and the fact I’m Gabby’s best friend, but this is real.

There are feelings involved here.

Sitting farther back on the couch, he spreads his legs and holds out his hands. “Sit on my lap, baby.”

I go to him, because I can’t deny him anything, moaning when I feel the bare tip of him graze my clit.

Nick’s large hands splay around the expanse of my back, and he anchors me to him until his mouth closes over my breast. Closing my eyes, my head drops back and I lift a hand to his hair, tugging on his short strands.

Groaning, he releases my breast and moves to the other one. His tongue swirls around my nipple, suckling and teasing. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I can’t be too loud. We have a lodge full of guests. “Nick,” I pant. “Please tell me you have protection?”

He kisses and sucks on my neck, leading up to my jaw as his fingers play with my taut peaks. “I didn’t exactly expect this to happen.”

“You don’t have anything? Not even in your wallet?”

“I packed for a trip with my grandmother and daughter, sweetheart. What do you think?” He peppers kisses over my cleavage. “And I haven’t carried a condom in my wallet since I was in my twenties.”

I’m not on the pill, and as much as I want him, I’m not chancing him being inside of me without any protection.

Whimpering, I burrow my head into his neck. “This can’t be happening.” Warm hands hold me close and rub my back. “I don’t want to end the night like this.”

“Who says it has to?” Shifting me until I’m on my back, he lowers to his knees, running his hands up my bare legs. “Just because I can’t be inside of you, doesn’t mean I can’t still get you off.” Parting my thighs, he teases the pad of his thumb over the lips of my sex. “The things I want to do to this sweet pussy.”

Licking his tongue up my slit and I arch off the couch, my hands tangling in his hair.

Pinning my hips down, his hot mouth pulls my clit in between his lips hard as he tongues me wildly. “Shhh, sweetheart. Remember we have guests.”

Whining, my mouth falls open and I grab the back of his head, pushing him further into me. “I’m going to get you back for this, Clayton.”

Chuckling, he circles his tongue around my wet entrance, before adding a finger. “Looking forward to it.”