by Jackson Kane
“You have it all wrong, I didn't lose anything.” I shot my former friend one last glance before leaving to find Nicole. “I simply gained a soul.”
When the opaque glass door swished shut behind me it felt like I had closed the final chapter of my old life. What would've happened in that office had I not met Nicole? Would I have slipped back into old habits and helped my friend do something unspeakable?
I didn't think I would, but without Nicole's temperance and compassion I couldn't be sure. Either way, the old Myles Quill was dead and I was glad for it.
Nicole was chatting with Marcy by the elevator when I arrived.
“Are you ready?” Nicole asked. She tried to hide her worry and discomfort with a weak smile, but I could tell that Silas really put her off. Seeing what he’d turned into, I couldn't blame her for being sketched out.
I intently studied the face of the most amazing woman I would ever know. I shouldn't have brought her here. I'll make it up to her even if I didn't know how yet.
“More than ever,” I replied, wrapping an arm around Nicole's lower back.
Chapter 14
Myles
“Drink?” I asked, neatly folding my suit jacket over a chair at the bar. It was a short drive back to where we were staying, my family had a hotel across town from Silas's office. We arrived in Chicago this morning and Nicole had been intermittently tense all day. I was hoping that a drink might allow her to relax and open up.
“All of them yes, please,” Nicole blurted as if gasping for air. She hadn't said much since arriving at our suite. Something was definitely on her mind and it was killing me not to know what it was.
Another new emotion, I mused. I never would've cared before. I'd come to understand that empathy was a good thing, but it was painful sometimes.
“Sex on the beach?” The corner of my mouth wrinkled into a subtle smile as I made the suggestion. It was the first cocktail I'd ever made her and she still had yet to actually try it.
“Sure,” Nicole's thumbs tapped in quick succession as she typed something into her cellphone. She fell into the couch and curled her knees up to her chest in the fetal position. She thought about pulling the linen couch cover over herself but decided against it.
What was she trying to hide from?
“What's in that?” She asked.
“Vodka, cranberry, orange and—”
“That would be great,” Nicole interrupted impatiently. “But can you make it a double and skip the cranberry and orange?”
Her urgency gave me pause. I grabbed the whiskey sour I'd just made for myself, a shot glass and the bottle of vodka then walked to the back of the couch. I placed my drink down on the end table and poured her a shot of the vodka. At least it was good vodka.
“Sex on the beach a la carte for—” Nicole interrupted me by taking the shot glass from my hand and draining it before I could finish. “—the lady.”
“Thanks.” Nicole grabbed the bottle and filled up her shot glass, then drained it again. I had a feeling she was only using the glass for my benefit. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage her.
“Are you going to tell me what's on your mind or will I have to use other methods?” I smoothed my fingers between her shoulder blades and soothed the knots there. I always wondered if I could make a girl come by touching only non-erotic zones. I tabled the thought, tonight wasn't the time. I wanted to relieve some of her tension and encourage her to tell me what was bothering her.
“God, that's good.” Nicole moaned, letting her head sag forward. “Is there anything you can't do?”
“I'm no good at letting pretty girls change the subject,” I whispered into her ear after a few seconds of slow thumb circles over the nape of her neck. “And my crochet skills are shit.
“I'm sorry,” Nicole said with a heavy sigh. “Between my parents and your meeting with Silas, it's just been a stressful day. I'm probably just jet lagged, I don't know.”
I let her words sink in. That could be all it was, but for some reason I felt there was more going on. I could call her out on it and demand she tell me the whole truth, but that didn't feel right. What are regular boyfriends supposed to do in this situation? A book might tell me to say something compassionate and kind.
“Take your blouse off.”
“Excuse me?” Nicole craned her head around to look at me.
“You heard me.” I walked around the couch to face her, grabbing the remote control on my way. I wasn't a regular boyfriend. “Then lie on your stomach.”
The couches were set around a fireplace similar to the style that her parents had, except much grander and electrically-started. The remote controlled the large TV and the hearth beneath it. With the press of a button a fire crackled to life and all the room’s lights dimmed.
Instant ambiance. Did they build this feature with me in mind?
“I don't know. Dealing with my parents doesn't exactly put me in the mood.” Nicole hesitated.
“The mood for a massage?” I feigned disbelief. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
“The kind of man that is determined to make me walk crooked for the rest of my life.” Nicole eyed me, a hint of smile crept along her lips.
She was right. Every time I touched her I wanted to ruin her. I had taken her so many times since we started dating and each fuck left me only wanting more. Every time we had sex it was with a condom on; I'd begun fantasizing what her tight pussy would feel like against my naked cock.
“Walking is overrated. I'll buy you a Segway.” I teased in a low voice. “Lay down, this is just a massage.” I stared at her expectantly, sipping at my drink.
“Just a massage,” She repeated, stripping her blouse off.
Nicole laid down. The flickering yellow firelight painted her in warm tones, robbing her of some of her paleness. Her skin was hypnotizing.
“When I'm done, you're going to beg for me to touch you deeper and harder.”
I ran my hand up her nearly bare back, snapping her bra strap apart in one breezy motion. I worked my hands back down either side of her spine to just above her ass. Slipping a few fingers beneath her waistband, I reached between her and the couch to pop open the front button of her pants.
“Oh yeah?” Nicole looked at me with playful indignation. “We'll see about that.”
Her pants were loose enough that I was able to abruptly jerk them down to her knees in one pull, then slide them off completely. I stood back for a moment, drinking in the sight of her light form splayed across the dark upholstered couch. Her curves and soft features were more delicious than any drink I could ever make.
“You are far too tense.” I massaged her arms, shoulders, then all the way down the back of her legs.
“It's been a tense day.” Nicole's words slipped out in the breaths between her soft moans. Her heart raced with each of my flourishes and subtle nail drags.
Every touch and groove I wore into her skin made my blood pump a little faster. Nicole was so fucking gorgeous. It took everything I had not to dive in and split her thighs.
“Oh...” Nicole spiked in air as my hands slipped between her thighs and squeezed tightly. I kneaded her muscles less than an inch from her pussy. I was making her wet without touching anything I shouldn’t. It was cruel but still technically part of the agreement.
“Myles.” Her voice had a slight quiver to it that made my cock rock hard. She glanced sidelong at me, her eyes flickering down to the massive bulge in my pants.
I ignored her and kept going. My hands sensually explored the entire back of her body. All her stress-induced tenseness was replaced with quick jolts of muscle spasms that came from deep within her core. Nicole was so turned on that her skin was almost scalding. Her body squirmed closer to my touch, embracing the pleasure of it.
Then without warning I stopped.
“Wait,” Nicole whined softly.
“Yes?” I draped myself over the back of her and growled in her ear. The vibration of my lips o
n her earlobe made her shiver. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“You are horrible!” She protested.
“No, I'm the fucking best at what I do.” I licked the crease of her jawbone. “Tell me what you really want.”
“Agh! You love to torture me!” Her head craned to the side, trying to protect the ticklish spot I had licked.
“I won’t touch you again unless you beg me for it.” I lifted myself completely off her so that only my lips grazed her ear. The muscles in my arms tensed from the strain, not of holding myself up but from holding myself back. The animalistic side of me was barely under control, I wanted to devour her.
Nicole turned herself onto her back and reached for her pussy, but I caught her hand. “Oh, you fucking asshole! That wasn't part of the deal.”
“I don't always play fair.” My eyes narrowed seductively. “Say it.”
“Fuck me for fuck's sake!”
I tore my shirt off and exhaled in relief, growling like a beast let out of his cage. I ripped her panties and immediately dove into her pussy, my tongue pushed her lips aside and flicked against her clit.
She used to be really hesitant about me going down on her but now she couldn't get enough. I think it was an intimacy thing. When she realized that I wasn't going to abandon her like her last boyfriend she opened up to me more. That openness was a new experience for both of us.
“Yes, yes!” Nicole cried. She was primed and ready from the foreplay, it didn't take long for her to come. Nicole's body folded in half, her thighs pinned themselves together. I pried them apart and sucked at her inner folds, drinking in all her honey. I feasted like a starving man, I couldn't get enough. Each wave of orgasm only spurred me on further.
I plunged two fingers into her, then straightened and pressed my mouth onto hers. She would taste what I found so fucking intoxicating.
Nicole clumsily fiddled with my belt, and the hook and eye on my pants. My cock couldn't wait any longer, I pulled out of her tight cunt then broke open my clasp and zipper. Her eyes lit up, as they always did when I unleashed my massive member.
“I always forget just how much meat you're packing. How haven't you split me in half yet?” She sat before me on the couch and wrapped her hands around my cock, which was already glossy from precome.
“I don't want to break my toys.” I said with a mischievous smile. “Especially because they're the only ones I ever want to play with again.”
Her eyes flashed with the thought that I might actually break her, then she smiled. The danger only fueled her excitement. She eagerly took as much of me as she could into her mouth, stroking and sucking.
“You have gotten much better at that,” I grunted with pleasure, through clenched teeth.
“Practice,” she said with a pop noise as she pulled away. Nicole smiled, wickedly licking the tip of my engorged cockhead. “That's not the only thing I got better at.”
Chapter 15
Nicole
Myles had a way of turning my brain to mush. Sex with him hadn't gotten stagnant like it had with Tempest. I thought about Myles and the way he touched me all the time.
The way he touched me made me wonder how I could even form sentences at this point. After that full body rub it felt like every time he moved his big hands it brought me to the cusp of another orgasm.
“Lay on the rug,” I told him. Now I had him by the balls, literally, it was my turn to melt him. He was used to being in control so the look he gave me was one of curious surprise.
“Now,” I said with authority. I had his cock in one hand and squeezed his balls in the other.
“Yes, ma'am.” Myles put his hands up with a smile that saw through my tough girl act, and let me lead him to the ground.
He rolled onto his side and reached for the condom he kept in his pants. We fooled around a lot and ran out of condoms so often that I'd started carrying them in my purse just in case.
Out of his fancy suit Myles looked like an MMA fighter. His body was unbelievable. He was a ripped mountain of tattooed muscle. It would take me hours to trace all his hard ridges, especially if I did it with my tongue.
“No,” I said, nudging his hand away with my foot. “I'm still on birth control. I—I want to feel you without it.”
“Are you sure?” Myles asked, picking up on my hesitance.
I wasn't worried about catching anything, I knew he was clean. Myles got tested regularly because he liked to give blood when he could. I even joined him for his most recent test last week then donated blood myself.
So few people knew the kind, generous man he really was. I think he liked it that way though. It was a part of himself that didn't belong to the public. The fact that I was allowed to see that side of him was really special.
“Yes.” So many other, darker thoughts churned in my head that I needed this. Thinking about what I still needed to tell Myles about my past filled me with a dread that wanted to block away and ignore.
In case things went badly between us, I wanted this one moment to hold onto.
“I'm ready for you.” Myles flexed his cock, making it bob then stand at rigid attention. It was odd seeing it without its latex cover, it looked bigger somehow. He was so fucking big! I had no idea how I hadn't hurt myself on that thing yet. “Show me what you got.”
I stood over him and slowly let my legs part in a split. Myles's face lit up, he loved when I got all flexible on him. I was actually kind of nervous about the move. I wanted to try it on him for a while but was worried I might screw it up and hurt his cock or something. I didn't know if he saw that concern on my face but he grabbed my thighs and helped lower me down.
Splitting like that really opened me up. Myles saw all of me in that warm fire light. It was enough to make me crazy self-conscious if I were with anyone else. There was no judgement on his face, no signs of disappointment that I wasn't one of the stick-like models he used to fuck.
The only thing I saw in him, as he rubbed the spongy head of his cock against my soaked slit, was rabid anticipation. He wanted me, every inch of me and only me. That was such an incredible feeling.
Almost as good as the first thick inch that was pushed inside me. The waves of pleasure that came with being widened made my eyes roll back in my head. I mouthed a word that couldn't escape my gasp, Oh!
“Fuck, yes...” Myles grunted, tilting his chin to the ceiling. In the brief moments that I could keep my eyes open I saw a primal ecstasy on his face that I'd seen never. “Your pussy feels like heaven. Crushed satin and heaven.”
“Jesus,” I finally exhaled. He filled me up so much that I had to swallow a lump that rose in my throat.
He expanded me to the perfect width, anymore and it might've been painful. My pussy clamped around his sliding cylinder as if it were made for only his cock. I loudly moaned when I based-out at the bottom of the split. Sitting on his lap, he grinded his hips into me.
“Damn, Nicole.” Myles's words came out in a carnal grunt. His intense blue eyes were deep pools that threatened to drown me. The strength of his motion arched my back and dried out my throat. Impossible to reach zones within me awoke after years of neglect and threatened to fold me in half with passion I didn't know I had.
I flexed my legs to move back up but having so much of him inside me made it too difficult. Myles must've seen the worry flash across my face after my attempt because he squeezed my inner thighs tighter and lifted me like I was made of feathers.
Myles's thick arms bulged as he brought me nearly to his tip then let me crash back down. He pulsed me up and down, slowly at first, then the tempo quickened like waves crashing. Soon the sensation was a tornado of pleasure that tore through me. He went from just pushing me away to both pushing and pulling, Myles was too hungry for my pussy to let gravity dictate the pace.
“This is amazing,” I said, somehow using my mouth for more than pants and moans. “But I think my legs are going to fall off or maybe explode.”
“So it's my turn then.” Myles
bent at the hips and sat up, kissing me. He scooped an arm around me and laid me onto my back in one fell swoop.
Who was he kidding, it was always his turn. Even when I was in control he was just an impulse away from dominating me. He was this strong, sexual force and I was completely at his mercy. I loved it.
Seeing him on top of me, back lit by the warm yellow light, I couldn't help but wonder—why me?
After our first night together I worried about how I could possibly hold the interest of a man like Myles. He was someone who could get anything in the world. I still didn't understand why he wanted me? What could I possibly offer him that some stupid princess couldn't?
Amidst the cataclysmic thrusting of his cock, his hand slid over my breast then gently up against the side of my face. It was a sweet gesture that warmed me in a whole different way.
The look he gave me wasn't mindless lust, it was so much deeper that it made me start to cry. It was incredibly intimate. I had never felt that close to someone before.
“Are you—” He began, slowing his thrusts.
“It's Okay.” I smiled, swallowing my insecurities and embracing how wonderful everything felt. “You better not stop now!”
A wicked smile cracked his concern and Myles resumed, faster and harder than before. My stomach contracted forward with climax, the motion was so intense that it lifted my shoulders off the floor a bit.
God, I loved this!
All my muscles went deathly rigid. Myles pushed into me violently, as far as his hips would allow. His cock flexed in defiance of my crushing walls. My pussy milked him as if my whole body were aching for his seed.
Myles grunted in wild need. His thick member throbbed, pulsated, then finally exploded thick milky jets deep inside me.
I grabbed him, digging my nails into his waist. I was full to bursting but I still wanted more. I needed all of him. Sweat seemed to boil off our skin. The intense heat that blazed between us put the crackling fire to shame.