by Dawn Doyle
“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you what I was doing.”
Emily made a sound like she was choking and Nick quickly held her back to check if she was alright. She was heaving.
“Oh fuck.” She said, jumping off his lap and running to the bathroom to vomit.
“Emmy, are you ok? Shit! Are you sick?”
“It’s nothing. I just felt bad at what happened; how I treated you. I love you, I’m sorry.”
Nick held her close, his arms tight around her.
“Tell you what, let me take you home and we’ll forget about it, ok?”
Emily nodded.
“Did you find anything out about Kristy?” She asked on the way out.
“She’s not his.”
“Lucky kid.” Emily snorted.
*****
On the drive back to her apartment, Emily thought about what Nick had done for her and the depth of the deception that Jeff, and Rochelle, had gone to just to get money out of people. It had turned her stomach so much that she’d thrown up.
Ok, she’d been throwing up over the past couple of days because she was so upset. She’d really overreacted and she still couldn’t understand why. That had been one of the main reasons she needed some space from Nick. She didn’t trust herself to be rational until she’d cried herself out and got the anger from her system.
“Here we are.” Nick said, putting her case down and sweeping her up off her feet as soon as they were through the door. “Now, I haven’t seen you for days. I need to make up for lost time.” He said, his voice low as he walked to the dining area.
“What are you going to do?” Emily asked.
“Baby, I’m not telling you. I’m going to show you.”
Nick pulled out a dining chair with his foot and sat Emily in it. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he went over to the stereo and selected, ‘Hands on me’ be Ariana Grande. One of the softer songs in her diverse music library.
The music began and Nick stood in front of Emily. He smiled at her and she knew she looked surprised.
She felt it.
Nick was about to give the performance she was waiting for and her whole body ignited in anticipation.
“No touching until I let you, missy.” He said into her ear, before he stepped back and started to dance, copying what the other guys did at the club. Rolling his hips, he turned round so she could get a view of his rear as he peeled off his jacket.
Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes roamed over him hungrily. She was turned on already and he’d only removed his jacket.
Replaying what he’d seen, the night she was pulled on stage, he dropped down to the floor and slowly crawled to her. Emily bit her lips and her knees pressed together as she watch him approach her. Her centre aching for him to touch her. He was so sexy, prowling towards her like an animal. Now that was what was sexy.
Reaching her knees, Nick had to pry her legs apart with his hands to kneel in-between them. He took her hands and brought them to his tie.
He smiled, looking right at her with his sexy grey eyes, releasing her hands so she could untie it.
Slowly releasing the knot, Emily found that her hands were shaking nervously. She couldn’t control them, the need in her growing out of control.
Nick slipped off the tie and hooked it behind her neck and took her hands again to undo his buttons.
As she unfastened one, then two, she couldn’t keep her hands still so instead, she gripped and tore his shirt open, the buttons flying in different directions just like she imagined.
Nick laughed.
“Impatient are we?” He teased.
“Nick, just take it off. Take it all off.” She pleaded.
“Patience, Emmy.” He whispered and stood up, dancing away from her, letting his shirt fall over his shoulders, just like Lee had, but Nick was sexy. So sexy that she felt like she would climax just by watching him.
Undoing his pants, turning round to gradually pull them down, Nick let them drop to his feet and kicked them to the side.
Emily gasped when he suddenly straddled her. His hard on poking out the front of his jersey boxers that fitted him to perfection, hugging his bulge and his thighs.
“These don’t unfasten so…”
There was a ripping sound as Nick gripped the sides of his boxers and tore them away, exposing all of himself right on her lap.
“Oh God yes!” Emily cried when she look down to see his huge erection resting on her.
Nick took her hands and brought them round to his arse and Emily relished in being able to touch him. She gripped his cheeks and pulled him closer to her.
“Baby, you need to wait.” He said, gyrating his hips on her.
“I don’t want to.” She complained.
Nick cupped her face and kissed her lips lightly. He turned his head left and right, brushing his lips across hers and torturing her in the process.
“Kiss me!” She squeaked, digging her nails into him.
Nick grinned and then kissed her. He kissed her, hot and heavy with his tongue pushing into her mouth like he was starving for her. His hands gripped her hair and he tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
Emily took a hand to her front and gripped his cock, stroking back and forth.
She felt Nick release a hand and place it on her breast, squeezing and needing.
“I’m going to have you now, Emmy.” He warned her before jumping off her lap and pulling her with him.
He turned her so she was leaning against her table and pulled up her vest top, removing it completely in one movement.
He pulled out the waistband of her leggings and dipped his hand inside her underwear, stroking his fingers along her hot centre.
“You’re so wet for me already.”
“Nick, I can’t take anymore.” She cried. “I need you now.”
In the blink of an eye, Nick had her out of her pants and underwear and lay her back on the table, inserting two fingers inside her as his mouth feasted on the swells of her breasts, pulling the material down with his free hand.
Emily tangled her fingers in his silky hair and pulled him closer. Wanting to be taken over completely by him.
Lifting her legs, Emily wrapped her thighs around his hips pulling him closer, crying out when his thumb circled her hard nub. The delicious pain that changed to agonising pleasure in an instant.
“Nick!” She screamed as she fell apart underneath him, her back arching as she came.
“Emmy.” Nick whispered against her skin and she felt the tip of him at her entrance.
“Please.” She begged. “I need you.”
Nick pushed into her in one quick movement and Emily took a sharp breath at the sudden fullness hitting her right to the end.
Her bra came off and Nick’s mouth sucked on her nipples. His tongue lapping away at the hard peaks, working its way up her chest.
“Emmy, baby.”
Nick crushed his mouth to hers when he pulled back and thrust into her again. Emily moaned into his mouth as his lips devoured hers and he drove into her over and over again.
“I love you, Emmy.” He said, breathlessly, pounding into her like he was trying to go through her. Holding onto her thigh, pulling her into him with every thrust.
“I love you, Nick.” She replied through her pants. Her breaths quickening, her heartbeat thundering. Fire spreading through her and the pressure in her core building.
“Oh… baby.” Nick said through clenched teeth and Emily felt him thicken inside her, flicking that last switch.
“Oh. My. God!” she screamed. Her body convulsing as the orgasm rocked her to the core. Nick drove furiously into her, spilling his cum inside; coating her walls.
“I missed you so much.” He said his breathing fast and hard.
“I missed you too, Nick.”
He lifted his head and Emily saw love in his eyes and it took her breath away. Holding him tight in her arms, she kissed his lips tenderly. Letting him know that she loved him with everythin
g she had.
“I think I ruined your shirt.” She said with a guilty expression on her face when Nick let her up off the table.
“I didn’t mind at all. I ruined my own underwear for a change.”
“I didn’t mind that at all.” Emily giggled “Now get your arse in the bedroom. I haven’t finished with you.”
“Yes Madame.” Nick said, sticking out his tongue; running into her room in all his naked glory. His perfect arse flexing as he went.
“I think somebody’s going to get a spanking after all!” She called after him, hearing his laughter coming from the bedroom.
Emily woke up as Nick was still sleeping. She watched him breathing in and out with his lips parted. His eyelashes fanned across his cheeks as his eyes were closed. She smiled wondering what he was dreaming about, knowing he’d not suffered from any more horrible nightmares of that night.
She stroked his jaw before getting out of bed, to make them breakfast.
Getting the ingredients together, she decided to make American style pancakes. Oli had taught her how to make them and Nick liked them. Or at least he said he did.
Emily made a pile along with coffee, fresh fruit and chocolate sauce.
“Good morning, Baby.”
Nick’s arms snaked around her waist from behind, as she finished pouring their coffee into mugs.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” She replied, turning in his arms. The hardness of his muscles encased her, making her shiver. “I made breakfast.” She said, nuzzling her face into his neck, kissing the gap where it met his shoulder.
“I know. I could smell it when I woke up.”
His hands lowered and gripped her rear, his bulge evident as it pressed into her.
“Good morning.” Emily said again, but that time to the part that was poking her.
She was about to let the breakfast go cold when her stomach growled loudly.
“You need to eat.” Nick laughed.
“I want to eat you.” She purred.
Emily’s libido was off the charts and she was turned on so much, her nipples were hurting they were so hard.
“Fine by me.” He moaned when she stroked her hand over the front of his shorts, laughing when her stomach growled again. “I think your stomach protests.” He said. “Breakfast first and then…” He waggled his eyebrows.
Emily’s cheeks flushed at the thoughts running through her mind at his unfinished sentence.
“Wow, these are really good!” Emily praised her own cooking.
She knew she made good pancakes but they were extra delicious this time.
“They are. You make great pancakes, baby.” Nick said, devouring his plate of food.
“You make great Crêpes.” She replied. He’d made them for her a few times and they were the best thing she’d had.
Emily bit into a piece of melon, her face instantly twisting.
“That doesn’t taste good.” She said, dropping the remainder onto her plate.
“I thought you like melon.” Nick asked with a small frown.
“I do, but I didn’t like that. It might have gone bad.”
Nick picked up a piece and chewed it.
“It tastes fine to me, babe.” He ate some more. “It’s nice. Maybe you’ve gone of that particular type.”
“Yeah, maybe. I usually have honeydew, not cantaloupe; that’s probably it.”
Finishing their breakfast, they wasted no time in resuming what they were about to started before Emily’s hunger had ruled interrupted.
“Wow.” Nick said, out of breath. “You’re seriously wearing me out, Emmy.” He chuckled.
“I can’t help it. You’re so sexy I want you all the time.” She replied with a cheeky smile.
“Oh, I’m not complaining, baby. I love it and I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kissed him softly. “Now we need to get dressed because round three could happen at any moment.”
“I say we wait for that. Yay to round three.” He rasped, attacking her naked breasts with his mouth.
“Oh God.” Emily paused when a feeling of nausea hit her.
“What’s wrong?” Nick lifted his head.
“I have to get up.”
Emily jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.
“Fuck, Emmy! Are you ok? Are you sick?”
Nick sounded scared when he ran in after her, seeing her empty her stomach into the bowl.
“I don’t think so.” She heaved again. “I think it’s that melon. I’m sorry, Nick. You’re probably going to be sick now, too.”
“I feel fine and you only ate a tiny bit.”
Nick held her hair as she retched.
“Thank you. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t see this.” Emily vomited again.
“Emmy, I’m not going anywhere, babe.” He insisted.
Emily reached for his hand and squeezed. She couldn’t reply because she was too busy losing her breakfast.
“Any better?” He asked when she flushed.
“God, yes. I feel ok now.” Emily stood, rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth. “Thanks for staying with me.” She said, shyly. Embarrassed that had witnessed her puking her guts up.
“I wasn’t going to leave you.” He said, holding her. “Do you want to stay home today?”
Emily considered it but she didn’t want to be alone.
“No. I’m fine now. I’ll just get dressed.”
Diane was happy to see them together again and beamed when they exited the lift, hand-in-hand.
“Would you like some tea?” She asked when Emily sat down.
Nick had gone into his office to deal with the messages he’d missed from their time apart, making her feel guilty as hell.
“Yes please, Di.” She answered, deciding to brave a cup as the last few hadn’t tasted too good.
Diane placed a hot cup of her usual blend in front of her and Emily lifted it to her lips, sipping the brown liquid.
No, she didn’t like that either.
“Is everything ok?” Di obviously noticing her reaction.
“Yeah. I’ve realised I’ve gone off all tea. I’ll make some coffee instead.
“You look a little pale too. Are you coming down with something, Honey?”
“Actually, I think I might be. I don’t feel too good.”
“Maybe you should go home and rest, Sweetie.”
Diane stroked her hair, affectionately, just like her own Mum did when she was sick.
“No, I’ve spent too much time away from Nick and I don’t want to miss another day. Besides, I’ve already let a load of work pile up and I don’t want to cause him any problems letting it build up further.”
Nick walked over to her, hearing the conversation, and bent to kiss the top of her head.
Just that simple touch had a fireball shooting between her legs.
Pressing her knees together, Emily unsuccessfully tried to dull the ache.
She licked her lips and ran her hand across her forehead.
Nick gently ran his thumb down her cheek.
“I’m ok, really.” She lied.
The truth was, she wanted to strip Nick naked and lick over every inch of his body.
“Is it hot in here?” She asked, fanning her face with her hands.
Diane chuckled.
“I think she’s ok.” She said, walking back to her desk.
“Again?” Nick asked, close to her ear. A mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I don’t know what’s happening. You only kissed the top of my head and it turned me on!” She whispered. Still not believing it herself.
“Soon, Emmy, I’m going to have you in my chair.” He promised, whispering into her ear.
Emily bit her teeth into her lip. Waves of lava coursed through her and she felt herself dampen at his words.
Nick chuckled under his breath and stroked her face before going back to his own work.
The rest of the day was pure agony for Emily. All day she felt li
ke a live wire, buzzing and ready. She’d managed to get through most of the missed work, but needed to take regular breaks to splash cold water on her face.
No sooner had Diane left for the day when Emily took the opening to act on her feelings.
“I need to talk to you.” She said, standing and walking into Nick’s office.
He stood and walked to the side of his desk.
“You better make good on your promise.” She demanded, unbuttoning her blouse as she approached him, her eyes travelling south to the large bulge pressing at the front of his pants.
“I keep my promises, Emmy.” He said, in a low tone, helping her with her buttons.
“Then show me.”
Nick took over, pulling her to him by her waist, kissing her wildly, his hot tongue exploring her mouth. His soft lips moulding over hers.
Emily gripped his soft locks as his mouth feasted on hers, moving down her neck to her chest.
He bra was swiftly removed and he cupped her sensitive breasts, kissing and sucking her skin; latching on to her nipples and gently biting.
“Oh!” She cried, in a futile attempt to remain quiet.
Nick released his hands, keeping his warm mouth on her large orbs, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor along with her underwear.
“Keep your shoes on.” He said, lowering down to his knees, kissing her stomach as he went.
Emily whimpered when she felt his wet tongue slipping into her folds, licking up and caressing her nub with the tip.
Nick pulled on her legs, parting them, and stroked a hand up her inner thigh to her damp entrance. Inserting two fingers, he teased her by keeping his movements slow and small. The growing desire for him to drive into her increasing with every stroke.
Her nipples pinched and her core tightened as his mouth, and tongue, worked their magic on her throbbing area.
“Nick.” She panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, her legs quivering as she fought for control.
An explosion, starting from between her legs, fired through her and she came; Nick holding her up with his free hand to steady her.