by Nikki Bloom
Yet I had this knot of misery in my belly that I couldn’t quite get rid of. Even as he loosened all my other knots, this one persisted. His hands closed on my butt, and he massaged my glutes through my pants. “Hey, if you took these off, I could do your legs too.”
I laughed into my pillow. “Really? I’ve seen a porno that started like this.”
“Hey, you know, technically, we haven’t consummated our marriage yet. If we’re to make it legit, we should.”
“Uh huh. Making it legit. Of course. That’s the reason we should do this.”
His hand slipped between my thighs, squeezing on the warm insides of them slowly, languidly, making me cream my panties.
“Or we could just do it because we want to.” His voice was a low rasp in my ear and I was ready to spread for him there and then. “You do want to, right? I’m not imagining things?”
“I expect you know full well when a woman wants you or not?”
He leaned over me, his breath ghosting against my ear as he whispered, his hand still busy squeezing and releasing the inner muscles of my thighs. “To be honest, I think half the reason we’re always having spats is because of the sexual tension.”
My mouth twisted at the cliché of it. “How very fan fictional of you.”
“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it.” His finger poked against my crotch, delving inside, causing my pants to saturate with my own inner fluids. “Your body seems to agree with me.”
I peered at him over my shoulder. “Or maybe I’m just generally horny.”
He gave a shrug. “Maybe you are. That’s why I need you to tell me if you want this. If you want me.”
I couldn’t think of any more evasions, embarrassed as I was to admit that yes, I did want him. I wanted him a lot. I wanted him to spread my legs, pull off my pants and penetrate me. I wanted him to pound me into the sofa, like break the spine with how forcefully he thrust into me, repeatedly and without mercy. But Danna’s words echoed in my head and I felt like a needy stupid bitch to even be thinking about letting him anywhere near me.
The ring on my finger meant next to nothing against all the myriad of things that told me I was risking getting severely hurt by this guy.
“Nicolette? Hello? Anybody home?”
I jerked in startlement. “Yeah, I mean, of course I want you. To say anything else would be a pathetic little lie.”
His hands disappeared from my skin, leaving me feeling a little cold. “Why does it bother you so much that you want me?”
I sat up, turned around and looked at him. “Who is Lady Sanders?”
Both his eyebrows flew up. “Excuse me, what?”
“Lady Sanders. Who is she?”
Domenic laughed. “As far as I know, she’s a socialite. Why?”
“Have you…been with her?”
Dom threw his head back and howled. “Me…and Lady Sanders? You have got to be kidding me.” He had to pause between words to laugh, clutching his stomach as if I was Chris Rock-level funny. On one hand, I felt kind of stupid, but on the other hand, I was also relieved. Danna Powell was a lying liar who lied and it was good to be reminded of that.
My face still flamed, as I avoided his eyes.
“Okay then, now that we’ve got that out of the way, how about you tell me where you got the idea that there was a me and Lady Sanders.” He chortled again, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Guess.”
Dom frowned. “There are just too many gossips in my circle. I cannot guess which one got to you. But if you’re going to be married to me, you should know that there will always be people whispering in your ear. If you take everything they say to heart, they’ll have you spun out in minutes.”
I nodded my head, still avoiding his eyes with embarrassment as he sat back and considered me. “You know, I always thought of you as ubèr-cynical. But really, you’re just a naïve, clueless ingénue beneath the hard exterior.”
That had me literally covering my heated face.
“No…” He reached for my hand and moved it away. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was just…realizing something. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I whispered. He reached slowly towards me, his eyes dropping to my mouth and then up again. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” he whispered.
I gave him a look, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “Been waiting…”
He smiled, that cocky smile that usually annoyed me so much, and swooped down to cover my lips with his. He tasted of chocolate and ginger and I wondered what he’d been eating before I came home. Then all thought of food left my head as he overpowered my senses with his presence.
The immediacy of his touch, his talented tongue playing games with mine, his hands finding every sensitive spot on my body – it was all too much to take in while thinking. I surrendered myself to sensation, enjoying how well he played me, like a talented violinist.
He was indeed a maestro.
With every touch, I felt myself moving further and further towards the point of no return. In truth, it was already in the rearview, but as he ran his fingers up my thighs, tracing patterns and whorls, our flesh separated only by the thin lycra of my pants, I huffed, impatient for him to take my clothes off.
He seemed content to explore my body over my clothes, just as if we were some high school teens, just discovering the joys of sex. I wondered if he was taking it so slow because of what he’d said.
He was wrong.
I was not naïve nor clueless. I was exactly as cynical as I looked. That didn’t mean I wasn’t subject to insecurities.
“You’re thinking really loudly. I must be doing something wrong.”
His low baritone startled me and I shuddered a little at the feel of his hot breath ghosting against the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Y-you are, actually. What’s up with the glacial pace?”
“Glacial? If you can use double syllables, I am definitely doing something wrong. Time to up my game.” He murmured even as he bent down in front of me and unbuttoned my shirt with his teeth and tongue. I stopped breathing as his hot mouth closed on my breast, and he began to suck me hard. Somehow it felt as if he was not only sucking at my nipple but also my clit.
Squirming in discomfort and need, I tentatively reached for his hand, pulling it towards me, wanting him to sate the little fires he was lighting everywhere, however he chose to. His hand reached for the waistband of my pants, at last.
Finally!
I did a mental fist bump as he pulled my pants down. He made a slight growling sound as his eyes landed on my apple-dotted, thin cotton panties. Extending his middle finger, he gently rubbed at the junction of my legs, pulling my panties deeper into me with every thrust. I widened my legs, feeling wanton and filled with abandon.
“Augh, harder please, Dom.”
He obeyed my request, his finger pressing hard against my sensitive nub, only a flimsy piece of cotton between us. I began to gyrate my hips, pressing downward on his hand as he thrust it upward.
“You like this?” he murmured before nipping at my neck. I whimpered aloud, arching into him. “Don’t worry, gonna make you come. Gonna be so good.”
“Promises, promises,” I hissed against his neck as I thrust my body forward at him. I did not know how much more explicit I could be. I considered begging, but I still had to look myself in the eye tomorrow, so I desisted. Finally, I remembered that I too had hands and began to fumble at his flies, trying to get him out as fast as possible.
He chuckled, leaning back to give me all the access I could want. His compliance was intoxicating. I wanted more of it.
15
Domenic
Nestling myself between Nico’s legs was the most contentment I remembered having for a long time. There was something about her that just did it for me. I don’t know if it was the knowledge that she wanted nothing from me other than to have me plunder her… that much was obvious by her impatience, the lust burning in her eyes. It was so pure and unadulterated with age
ndas that I couldn’t help but surrender myself over to her enthusiasm.
I decided to let down my walls a little. Just enough that I could thoroughly enjoy her and let her have her way with me.
We both deserve this.
Her hand on my dick was magic. She was clearly not very experienced in the art of seduction, but what she lacked in technique she made up for with enthusiasm. This second coupling was nothing like the first. For one thing, it was much less hurried. For another, it felt less…terrifying. The papers had been signed, and in the eyes of the state, we belonged to each other.
The proverbial pressure was off, even as the significance of what we were doing hung over us.
Consummating a marriage.
The concept of it was surreal to me, but as she ran her hand up and down my dick, urging me forward as she tried to wrap her legs around my waist, it felt right. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her half off the sofa, taking her legs and propping them on my shoulders as she squeaked with surprise.
I thrust into her in one long, smooth movement, enjoying the bleating noises she made in response. I gave her no time to adjust, just began to slowly thrust in and out, in a measured, rhythmical pattern, enjoying the way her flesh closed around mine, squeezing for all it was worth.
She felt hot and wet, her fount of Venus a repository for my dick, where it slid home slickly and easily every time. I was grunting and groaning like a Neanderthal and didn’t even try to stop myself. It all felt too good. I could feel my stomach swoop in reaction to every thrust. Her wordless begging drove me over the edge and my pace became less measured, more frantic.
“Fuck!” My hips pistoned mercilessly into her as she held on to the pillows of the sofa, and shouted unintelligible words at me. From the tone, I had to infer that she wanted more, so I gave it to her.
It was everything I could ever have hoped for from a marriage partner and even as I reveled in it, it scared me shitless.
My hands reached for hers and she gave them to me without hesitation. Our eyes met even as climax bore down on me. Her body began to shake beneath me, muscles clenching tight and releasing against my spurting member. A shudder shook me from head to toe as I emptied myself inside of her and she milked me of every drop.
It was everything I could ever want. It was terrifying.
The movers had done a credible job of getting Nico’s things into my apartment. Where there had been nothing but unbroken line of windows, there now sat a red plush bean chair and a small white stool. Behind it sat a small shelf of books. I didn’t remember seeing them at Nico’s place, but they looked very much like her – a little cranny where she could sit and shut out the world for a while.
I smiled at her. “Do you like it?”
She lifted her eyebrows. “They did an excellent job of reading my mind. Even the clothes are color coded in the drawers. Are these guys wizards or something?”
I laughed. “Nah. They’re just thorough. They probably made a note of how you kept your things at your place and tried to replicate some of that here.”
“Well, I am very impressed. I expected to feel out of place but…” She shook her head.
“Well, I’m glad you like it.”
She nodded, turning to me. “Well, now what?”
I took her hand and led her to my office. “First of all, as my wife, there are some things you should have.” I handed her a small packet which she opened, her eyes bright with curiosity. She upended the contents into her palm, staring at them as if waiting for an explanation. I pointed out the items as I named them.
“Car keys for your brand new BMW, black card, and the keys to the house, although Morgan’s going to get you on the biometric lock as soon as he’s back from work.”
“This isn’t necessary.” She shook her head, “Well, maybe the house keys.”
I took her by the arms. “Nicolette Innes Cliff, you’re my wife now and with that comes certain expectations. Now your Volkswagen coupe is a great car, but it doesn’t pass muster as my wife’s car. As for the black card, you know you’ll need to go shopping for clothes.”
She looked down at what she was wearing. “What’s wrong with this?”
“Absolutely nothing if you’re on a government salary.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and I gave her a naughty grin. “Come on, don’t even act like you don’t want to go all pretty woman on 5th Avenue.”
She twisted her mouth at me, but I could see her trying not to smile. “Well, if you wanna make that big mistake, who am I to stop you? Can I take Jacinda with me? She has much better taste.”
I shrugged. How much damage could they do really? Probably not as much as my mother. Not on their best day. “Knock yourself out.”
“Famous last words, Domenic. You wanna take them back now or…?”
I leaned forward, right into her face, took her bottom lip in my mouth and nibbled gently. “Do…your…worst,” I said between tiny kisses.
She surged forward, capturing my lips and sucking her tongue into my mouth. “Fine,” she said and walked off like nothing had happened. I blinked after her in disbelief. She threw me a naughty look over her shoulder and disappeared into the bedroom. I hesitated, wondering if I should follow her.
I took a step towards the bedroom and then stopped again, torn in two. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself.
I was saved by the bell, literally. I hurried over to open the door and was not at all surprised to see Morgan. Frankly I was surprised he hadn’t shown his face sooner. “Hey, man.” I stepped back and let him in.
“Hey. Sorry to drop in unannounced. I didn’t interrupt anything did I?”
I just laughed at his totally unsubtle nosiness. “Your sister’s in the bedroom. I’ll go get her.”
“Cool. I’ll just wait here. Hey, there’s her red bean bag. She must be stoked about that.” Morgan looked pretty stoked himself and I realized he’d been worried about Nico settling into my place. I could imagine why. My décor was pretty stark, all chosen by some trendy interior designer, while Nico’s furniture was more homey and comfortable. It definitely should have clashed, but it didn’t. Instead, it added aesthetically pleasing splashes of color to my otherwise neutral space.
Kinda like Nico did.
I stepped in the room and found Nico in her closet, bent over with her ass in the air. It was an excellent view and I took a moment to savor it before speaking. “Hey, Nico, Morgan’s here.”
Her head whipped around and she looked at me with wide eyes. “Have you heard of knocking?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “On my own door?”
Her brow furrowed and she looked confused. “Umm. Sorry. Used to living alone.” She shrugged self-deprecatingly.
“No worries. I suppose we’ll get used to being in each other’s spaces slowly.”
“Yeah, I guess. You said Morgan’s here?”
“Yeah. Come on, before he comes to see what’s keeping us. He’s such an anxious sort. Who knew?”
Nico laughed, much to my surprise. “I did.”
She walked out of the bedroom and I followed her, shamelessly ogling her ass. Sue me; her soft curves were irresistible in sweatpants…or anything else really.
“Hey, Morgan. What’s up?” she said.
He looked up from the magazine he’d been pretending to read, looking her over carefully. “Well, your hubby here wanted me to outfit you with some biometric keys if you have the time for me.”
“Uh, yeah, he said you’d be by.”
“Well, don’t sound so happy to see me.” Morgan seemed a bit grumpy. I had to grin.
Nico put her arms around him. “Don’t pout. It’s unbecoming of a grown man. Come on, what I gotta do?”
Morgan pointed at his cheek, still pouting, and she reached up and kissed it. I quirked an eyebrow, never having seen this dynamic between them. “There, is that better?” Nico said.
“A little.”
She laughed, even as she urged him to get the biometric stuff over with. He
led her to the office, explaining the process to her. “It’s no big deal to set up, but it’s much more secure than a key because only you can use it.”
“Yeah, unless a thief cuts off my finger,” Nico protested.
Morgan grinned. “It doesn’t work with dead limbs.”
She rolled her eyes. “Great. Thank you for that visual, Morgan. That’s why I love you.”
“You know it. Now put your hand on this pad.”
I sat down on the couch, listening to them go back and forth, so comfortable with each other. In a way, I envied them. Their life had been horrendously hard, but at least they had each other. Before Morgan stumbled into my life, I had no one. It was a lonely life.
Soon they returned to the living room. “All done,” Morgan said.
I nodded. “Good. You staying for dinner?”
He tilted his head slightly in consideration. “Won’t I be intruding?”
“Don’t be silly. This isn’t The Notebook or nothin’. Come sit. I ordered some postmates. They should be by soon.”
As I turned to go to the couch, I saw Nico’s face. She looked stricken for some reason and I froze, not knowing what to do. If I should ask her what was wrong. But then she turned away from me and put a smile on her face, saying something teasing to Morgan.
I sat down and tried to put that expression out of my mind, as I listened to their banter. I went to answer the door when the food arrived, and insisted on doing the serving by myself, seeing as I knew where the plates were and Nico didn’t.
Morgan looked from his sister to me. “You know; this is kinda great. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.”
“What is great?” I asked.
“You and Nico together. I mean, I know you’re just using each other at the moment, but I think you could be really good for each other. Give it some thought.”
Way ahead of you, buddy.
I didn’t voice my thoughts, just cocked an eyebrow at him. Nico was watching me, her eyes intent. I couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking. Whatever it was, she kept her own counsel.