Broken Pieces (The Riverdale Series)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  She watched him curiously as he turned the bottom lock. When his hands found the deadbolt at the top of the door, he stilled and looked over his shoulder.

  “Are you sure?” He asked roughly. By the tone of his voice Sam knew he was just as desperate as she to make the pain disappear. She closed the distance between them, coming up behind him. She reached around his body and placed her hand over his. She guided his hand over the deadbolt sliding it so it locked. Her eyes drifted from the lock to his eyes, watching them darken. He twisted his body around and grabbed her face in his hands. She swallowed, dropping her hands to her sides, surrendering to his hold. His eyes searched her eyes, for what she had no idea. She just hoped whatever he was looking for he found quickly. She needed to feel him. She needed to consume him. He drew a ragged breath before his mouth crashed hard on top of hers.

  Her fingers gripped his T-shirt in desperation as his hand glided through her hair, pushing against the back of her head, holding her mouth against his. His tongue parted her lips, and was cool against hers. He tasted faintly of spearmint, that’s all she was able to make out, before his tongue went to work assaulting her senses. She tilted her head to the side, offering him a better angle to taste all she had to offer. Her tongue meshed with his, caressing and stroking each other. She moaned as his teeth grazed her lower lip. Slowly, and deliberately tantalizing, he let his tongue stroke her sore lip.

  She moaned and wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him further down towards her so she could capture his tongue back inside her mouth. He bent his knees, leveling them both and let her take control of the kiss. His mouth responded to the pace she set. His hands traveled down her elegant back to the hem of her tank top. His hands crept underneath the thin fabric, traveling up her smooth skin, sending shivers up her spine. When his fingertips expertly unclasped her bra in one swift motion.

  When Sam pulled back from their kiss, it was only because she was lacking oxygen. She dragged in a deep breath, trying to get her ragged breathing under control, when she felt his thick erection strain against her hip. She raised her gaze into his eyes, watching him intently as he swayed against her, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. She closed her eyes slightly and ran her hand down his chest slowly. When her eyes fluttered open, they found his again and she wrapped her hand around the bulge that strained against his shorts. He was huge and hard and he was hers, for tonight. She couldn’t wait to get his pants off. She needed to taste him, to have him pump his hard length in and out of her.

  She took a retreating step backward and watched as he warily gazed at her. Her eyes didn’t leave his as she slowly brought her shirt over her head. Nick let out a shaky breath, watching her slowly reveal herself to him, the moment, provoking past memories of the girl he left behind.

  Nick walked into his hotel room, he was soaking wet. He and the guys had just gone for a late swim. He ran the towel ruggedly over his head, drying his hair when the lamp next to the bed turned on.

  “Jesus Christ!” startled he jumped, his eyes focusing on Sam. “Sam? What’re you doing here?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She sat on the edge of the bed and was staring at his chest. A slight smile formed on her lips before she looked up at his face.

  He took a deep breath and walked over to his suitcase, and started looking for a shirt.

  “You didn’t answer me, what’re you doing here?” he asked as he heard her footsteps against the carpet. He knew she was coming up behind him. Where the hell was his shirt, he asked himself. “Ah ha! There it is.” He said aloud, grabbing the shirt from underneath a pile of clothes. When she placed her hand on his bare shoulder, he turned abruptly. Their eyes met, hers full of mischief and want, shit he was fucked.

  “Sam, go back to your room.” He said roughly.

  “I don’t want to, Nick.” She grabbed the shirt from his hand. He closed his eyes and counted down from ten before opening them again. She had thrown his shirt on the floor.

  “You need to.” He said.

  “Why?” She tilted her head, reaching out she, rested her palm flat against his chest. Then she took a step closer. “Can I ask you something?” She looked up at him, the mischief gone from her eyes. Sincerity shining through, he was a goner. He nodded, his restraint slipping away from him. “Do you ever wonder what if?” Her hand ran down the ridges of his abdomen. “Because I do. I think what if all the time. Like, what if you and I stopped playing games?” She said softly. Her voice was lethal to him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half against his. She gasped. He waited a moment, then he bent his knees so they were eye level now.

  “Sam, you’re killing me.”

  “I don’t mean to.” She whispered. “I just don’t want to go on, wondering.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe it will mean nothing to us. At least we can say we tried.”

  “We both know that’s not what will happen.” He said gruffly.

  “Prove it.” She said, and those were the last word either of them spoke.

  Nick cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Whatever little restraint he had left, stayed in place, allowing him to be gentle as he slowly kissed her. At that moment he had felt like those lips were what every man pictured when they yearned to be kissed by a woman. They were soft and plump and grabbed onto his perfectly. She grabbed the ends of his hair, plastering her body against his. Goodbye restraint, you tried to hold on. He licked her lips seeking admittance, and when her lips parted he slid home. She tasted so sweet, he never would get his fill.

  He blinked several times as if he would blink away the memories that flooded him. The past didn’t matter, not now. Now he had the woman he’d been dreaming of in front him, looking at him as if he was her saving grace and hell if he wouldn’t admit that she was his. She let her bra straps slide down her arms, baring her perky breasts to him. He inhaled sharply as his eyes soaked her in. Her breasts were fuller than he remembered as the pink buds of her nipples called out to him. He must’ve been ogling her for longer than he realized because she was shifting nervously from foot to foot waiting for him to make a move.

  He closed the distance between them. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes met hers as his hands cupped her milky white mounds of flesh. His thumbs tweaked her nipples. The sensations running through her made her grab his forearms, hoping not to fall to mush at his feet.

  “I could play with your tits all day.” He murmured, squeezing them as they cascaded out of his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before releasing her breasts. In one quick move he hoisted her into the air, his hands firmly planted on her denim covered ass cheeks.

  She threw her head back in utter pleasure when his dick teased her core. She was wet just thinking of his cock sliding against the folds of her pussy already throbbing with need for him.

  He sauntered into her bedroom, carrying her as if she was as light as a feather. She placed a trail of firm kisses down his neck. Her teeth scraped his skin, before her tongue toured his Adam’s apple. He hoisted her onto her dresser, and stepped between her legs. And at the moment, with her legs spread, her back against the mirror, she felt completely sexy. He pulled out of her arms and stared at her, when she went to reach for him again he shook his head. He splayed one hand against the glass, above her head. With his free hand he pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. His mouth found the spot right behind her ear, kissing it softly. She arched against the mirror, her breasts begging for attention.

  He took one of her pink buds into his mouth, sucking on it hard nipping slightly with his teeth. Sam gripped the edge of the dresser, holding on for dear life as his mouth worked on tightening her nipples into perfect points. When he was finished lavishing one breast his mouth found the other one and began to love it just as he did its partner. His hands traveled down her sides, stopping at the waistband of her shorts. He undid the button of her jean shorts with ease before he dragged th
e zipper completely down. He slipped his hand inside the opening of her shorts, beneath the scrap of lace covering the part of her Nick yearned for most. He let out a deep sigh that was full of contentment as two of his fingers pushed her moist folds aside to caress her center. She was so wet for him, he could hardly stand it.

  It wasn’t fair Sam thought, realizing Nick hadn’t lost one stitch of clothing. No, it wasn’t fair at all. Her eyes rolled behind her eyelids as he stroked her pussy. She had to find the will power to push him away so she could remedy the clothes situation. Then she would replace his fingers, herself. She committed herself to the plan and pushed against his chest. His eyes met hers, guardedly as he wondered to himself if she was having second thoughts.

  “Lose the shirt Nick, you’re overdressed.” She pointed out, and leaned her back against the mirror, preparing herself to enjoy the view he was about to give her.

  He bit the inside of his cheek, and with one hand, he managed to remove his T-shirt. Sam gawked at him hungrily. His chest was a work of art, not to mention his shoulders and his arms. She couldn’t forget his chiseled arms. She lifted her eyes reluctantly, and smiled at him as she spread her lips and crooked her fingers towards him.

  Nick was a detail guy and he paid great attention to them. He had the patience of a saint when it came to the bedroom and he took his time undressing Sam. It was as if he was opening a present for the first time. He knew what was in the package, he had peeked from time to time, but there was nothing standing in his way from sampling every single inch of her. He stepped into the v of her legs and gave her a moment to explore his body. He had his hands firmly planted on her hips as her fingertips cascaded over every ridge of his upper body. She leaned down and pressed her open mouth to his chest. Her teeth skimmed over his tight nipple and he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her off the dresser and brought her to her bed. He planted her firmly on the edge and knelt in front of her. His hands found the waistband of her shorts as well as the thin string of her thong. He nodded towards her, signaling her to lift her ass off the bed so he could pull the last bit of clothing down her toned legs.

  She lifted herself slightly off the bed watching as he took his time to slide the denim and lace down her legs. When she was completely nude she sat there nervously aware that he was inspecting every inch of her body. He was memorizing every curve, every beauty mark, all of her, even her imperfections, not that he seemed to pay much attention to those. He pressed a soft kiss to each of her knee caps before he stood to his full height. His dick was so hard against the zipper of his cargos he thought it would actually hurt when he took them off. He was going to die a slow death if he didn’t get inside her soon. Just looking at her, did it for him. Slowly he slid the zipper down and pulled his shorts off. He stood straight with nothing other than his boxer briefs. He flexed the taut muscles in his back as she stared up at his body.

  They both just stared at each other for a moment, taking in the other, and what they had dreamed of having for so long. Sam took one glance of his raging cock. It mimicked silk over steel, all masculine and veiny. She gulped and wondered if all of him would fit inside her. When he started to advance towards her, she spread her legs giving him a prime view of herself. He knelt down and took hold of her hip with one hand. With the other hand, he ran his fingertips over the seam of her pussy. Slipping two of his fingers between her silky folds that were glistening with desire for him. Her body jerked as his fingers filled her. She closed her eyes and indulged in the feeling just as he pulled his fingers out from her teasingly. She gripped his shoulders and arched her body against his hand.

  “More…” She demanded.

  Nick searched her face, before he gave her what she wanted, and placed his two fingers back inside. His thumb found her clit, and pressed down onto it for a moment. He watched her face, her mouth opened slightly as she began to pant. With the pad of his thumb, he drew circles on top of her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send that sweet pussy of hers into convulsions. She wrapped one arm around his neck and dropped her head back as she rode out her orgasm. She was a stunning sight when she came, Nick thought. Far more amazing than he ever imagined in his dreams. He leaned into her, because he couldn’t resist, and pressed his mouth to hers. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped both arms around his neck, returning the kiss.

  His mouth fused to hers, his tongue sweeping every recess of her mouth. She wrapped her naked body around him and he fell over her as her back fell against the plush mattress. She broke their kiss to inch further up the length of the bed, taking him with her. When her head fell onto the feathered pillow, she opened her legs and reached for him. He looked at her hungrily, noting that her lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed.

  She didn’t realize her hand was trembling as it was outstretched towards him but Nick did. He took her hand and pressed kisses to each and every fingertip before interlocking his fingers with hers. Slowly he made his way over her body, showering her with kisses before he tipped his head down and took one perfectly ripe nipple between his teeth. Sam hissed, and grabbed the sheets beneath her, arching against him. He swept his tongue over the nipple he had just tormented, sending it some relief. He suckled and kissed his way over to her other breast, inflicting the same erotic torture onto it.

  “Nick. I want to touch you.” She pleaded, while one of her hands moved down his taunt stomach to his erection. He closed his eyes as her hand closed around his hardened length and began to stroked him in a slow upward motion

  “Christ, Samantha.” He whispered against her hair. Carefully, she worked her hand up and down his shaft pumping him. Clear fluid spilled out of the slit on the head of his cock and she ran her finger over it, wiping it away.

  “I love it when you say my name, like that.” She confessed. “It makes me feel like the sexiest girl in the whole world.” He grabbed her face in his hands and forced her eyes to meet his.

  “You are.” He said simply, and pressed his lips against hers again. He fit perfectly between her legs, as if they were made for one another. He pressed himself against her radiating heat. The head of his dick slid along the lips of her pussy. He knew she was ready, she was wet and swollen with need, but he wouldn’t stop. He needed to taste her. To fill his taste buds with all her delicious flavors. His lips worked their way down her body. They placed featherlike kisses over her breasts, down her flat stomach, his tongue dipped inside her belly button and she squirmed from the sensation she felt.

  He glanced up her body as he spread her legs, his hands resting on her inner thighs. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for breath.

  “Open your eyes.” He commanded as he positioned his lips at her pussy. He waited until she slowly opened her eyes, trying desperately to focus on him. “That’s my girl, he whispered huskily. I want you to watch as I taste you.” He said before his tongue dove into her sweetness. She thought she would die from the combination of his words and his tongue. Her head swam as her body moved to match the thrusts of his tongue. When his tongue pressed against her clit, she would’ve sworn that someone had given Nick a hand guide on how to please her. Everything he did, he rocked her to her core. When he sucked on her delicate nub, her walls tightened and she couldn’t help but succumb to another mind blowing orgasm.

  Her body fell limp against the mattress and she tried desperately to get air into her lungs. She stole a glance at Nick, through her hooded eyes and watched him lick his lips, savoring the flavor of her juices that had exploded against his palette.

  “I’ll never get enough of that pussy.” He said as he made his way up her body. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, welcoming him. She adjusted her legs, so he could better fit between them. He pushed her damp hair away from her face and looked deep into her blue eyes. It had taken them forever to get to this moment, a moment neither of them would ever forget. He kissed her forehead, than the tip of her nose and finally his lips met hers as he drove himself inside of her in one fluid thrust. He
stilled himself for a moment, letting her acclimate herself.

  She gasped as she held onto his shoulders.

  Samantha stared at Nick, sweat dripped from his brow as his arms caged her. His hands were splayed on the bed on either side of her head, supporting his weight. He had made every single thought flee her head and all that mattered was the here and now. She rotated her hips telling him she was ready for him to continue. She needed him more than she had ever needed anything in her life.

  Nick pulled the length of dick out, leaving just the tip inside. When she moaned from the loss, he slammed himself all the way inside her filling her to the brim. She was so tight his dick felt as if it was in a vice. It was heaven on earth. She was heaven on earth. He pumped inside of her a few more times before he felt himself begin to lose control. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, and there was no way he was coming without her. His thumb found her clit, and pressed down stimulating her just enough to send her over the edge. Her walls convulsed as her body shivered and trembled. She found her release and her hands gripped his shoulders so tightly that her nails clawed him. She stilled as he pushed himself one last time inside of her, driving him and his orgasm home. He came violently inside her and only when he emptied his release into her, did he collapse his sweaty body over hers.

  After a few moments of panting and getting their bodies regulated, Nick realized he was splayed across Sam as if she was a mattress. He rolled over his head falling back on one of her pillows. He eyed her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she took deep breaths. She placed the palm of her hand over her heart, steadying herself.