Team Niklas (The Saints Team #3)

by Ally Adams

  We held our breath as the ball went dangerously close to the goals but Tomás did one of his legendary dives and sent it packing. We held our breaths again in the media box when Lucas found the net after the second attempt following a mix up in our back line. Johan our coach would have a word to say about that when they analyzed the game during the week. Defend, defend, defend and stick to your man! I could hear him now.

  Then my guy, yeah, I’m claiming him... Nik did an excellent strike from the edge of the box and brought it home for the team’s first goal. I listened to the broadcast guys as they raved about it—“Legendary!”, “That’s what we’re talking about”, and “They’ve paid an awful lot for this young man and I’d say it was well invested.”

  Yep, damn fine investment, I’d say.

  Chapter 13

  I didn’t want to be with other people tonight, I wanted to be with Nik. I thought about it a lot during the day; I’m not sure I could be as open with my feelings as Nik could—maybe if I had met him before Adam, but once bitten, twice shy; once burnt, twice singed, I think I made that last one up but you get the picture. Half a dozen of my friends were at the Ska Bar; I just wanted to taste Nik. I got his text a few hours after the game.

  NICK: Done post-game drinks, want to escape. Need to C U

  ME: Same. Where?

  NICK: Your place, 20 mins?

  ME: C U there. Can’t wait to C U

  That was big for me. BIG. I had given Adam everything—all my faith and love, hope, trust, virginity, everything and in return I got hot sex, a hot guy and a shitload of drama. Now, I wanted to meet Nik halfway, but to be honest I was fucking terrified. I spent a lot of time putting up all these walls to protect myself and they weren’t going to come down overnight, but I was working on it. Even putting that little bit extra on my text took a deep breath and a lot of bravery. For Nik, it seemed so easy, probably nothing.

  I said a quick goodbye to my friends and raced home. I wanted to get home before he arrived so I could shower and change into fresh clothes—get the club smell off me. I raced in, had a shower and changed into jeans and a loose off-the-shoulder gypsy top in white. I slipped on some white ballet slippers. I really should be sewing tonight; I had orders but the only order I wanted was the command to hit the sheets with Nik. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to stop me having sex with him tonight… with luck.

  He was right on time—German precision—I like that, and by the time I got to the door I was so nervous it was insane. I don’t even get nervous presenting my media strategy to the board—I figure I know this stuff, they don’t, who gives a fuck? But I could barely breathe when I opened the door to him. He waltzed in wearing jeans, a black button down shirt and dress shoes; man this guy could dress himself. His eyes looked so blue and with his tan and blond hair, he was breathtaking. He didn’t speak, just picked me up, kicked the door closed with his foot and kissed me.

  It was one hell of a kiss. My feet still weren’t on the ground as his tongue slipped between my lips and I sucked on it, making him groan. He was hard, all over, and eventually he pulled away and put me down.

  He grinned at me. “Hello, Sah-sha, hello Prada,” he looked around and greeted my cat. He returned his gaze to me.

  “You look so beautiful,” he said, as he ran his hands along my bare shoulders and down my back. I suspect he noticed I had no bra on, but it was an off-the-shoulder top and I was at home after all. My throat was so tight and my stomach was full of butterflies. I said the safest thing: “You had a great game, congrats.”

  “Thanks, it went well.” He shrugged casually. I knew the kind of pressure he was under to perform. You didn’t get contracts like his without a pile of expectations on your shoulders.

  “No, you were brilliant today and right now, you look... delicious,” I said, still holding his arms and looking up at him.

  “Good enough to eat?” he asked.

  “Absolutely.”

  “I haven’t seen your bedroom yet,” he said with a glance to my suspended room. “I’ve come close a few times,” he said, his lips curling up slightly into a smile.

  “You can see it from here,” I teased him. It was open and on display—but there was only one way up there. “Would you like a tour?” I asked.

  “Yes, right now would be good,” he said.

  My eyes flicked to the bulge in his jeans and back to the stairs to my room. Seems like there was no time like the present.

  “Allow me.” I took his hand and undertook the job of tour leader. “If you would like to follow me… Should I hold up an umbrella or something in case we get lost in the crowd?”

  “I’ll find you anywhere,” he said, with a slight impatient growl.

  I grinned and led him to the stairs and he was so close behind me I swear I couldn’t have fitted a condom between us. When we got to the top of the stairs, he stopped and took in my suspended bedroom.

  “This is great,” he said, removing his gaze from me for just a moment while he took in the room. “Very you, Sah-sha.”

  “Yeah? Thanks,” I said, studying the room again to work out exactly what that meant. The room was in alignment with the top triangle of the large windows and a row of trees outside the window—it was like being in a tree house and totally private. The bed was in the center of the room and a large candle-like chandelier in white crystals hung from the middle of the room. The quilt and sheets were red and gold and I had stacks of pillows because I liked being piled high.

  “Now I have seen your room Sah-sha,” he said as he turned to me, “I want to see every inch of you.”

  I choked on air and began spluttering. Nik laughed and reached for my hand, then led me to the bed.

  “Lie with me for a while,” he said. He kicked off his shoes and I did the same. I’m guessing he was pretty exhausted after the intensity of the game. He sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned back on the pillows and pulled me next to him. I nestled against his chest—this was so nice, so relaxing, undemanding, and intimate.

  I put my hand on his chest and felt him breathing. He still had an impressive bulge in his jeans that was keen to be released but he was taking it very slowly.

  “This is the first time all day I have relaxed,” he said, “so good to be here with you Sah-sha.” He said the words softly, near my ear and I drank them in. I needed this more than he would know, just to breathe him in and top up on Nik. To feel like nothing or no-one else mattered, for tonight at least. I knew he would make his move when he was ready but I knew he needed me to be okay with it as well. I hadn’t really made it easy for him.

  As he held me tightly against him, I ran my fingers over his chest, trailing up his arms, every now and then just passing by the top of his jeans, not quite close enough to his erection for his liking, but enough to put his body on alert. He winced as I touched near his rib and I leaned up and gently pulled up his shirt. He was black with bruises from the game.

  “Ouch, that hurt?” I asked.

  “Really badly,” he teased. “You should kiss it better.”

  “Think that will help?” I asked, looking at his blue eyes as they appraised me.

  “If Doc was here, he’d prescribe it,” Nik insisted.

  I grinned at him and slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it back to reveal his chest. It was a glorious sight that I’m sure I would never get sick of—lean, muscular, tanned with a spattering of bruises and some interesting ink that started on his side and continued to his back. I would have to explore that later. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his ribs. His body tensed and his hand ran through my hair.

  “It’s sore here too, Sarsh.” He abbreviated my name and pointed to the other side of his chest.

  “Really? You poor thing.” I moved my lips to the other side of his chest at his direction.

  “And here.” He pointed down lower. I flicked him a suspicious glance and he laughed. That sexy dimple appeared again near his chin and then he winced. “Ouch, that did hurt. Don’t make
me laugh.”

  I caught him by surprise, trailing my fingernails down his jeans over his erection, and his breath hissed through his teeth. He said something in German but I think it was good. He put his hands under my arms and rolled me over, leaning over the top of me. He studied me as though he wanted to remember the moment, moving in to kiss me and then he moved down my neck and over my bare shoulders. Gentle, seductive kisses, all the time his strong arms holding his weight above me, his body flexing. Fuck he was so sexy and I kept forgetting to breathe, so I was constantly gasping for small pockets of air.

  He began to lower my top, my heart rate when into turbo drive and then he pulled it past my nipple, exposing my whole breast. My breath hitched, I bit my lower lip, and my nipple hardened before my eyes and his. It looked fantastic. If I was a guy, it would have turned me on no end. I lost that train of thought as Nik made this hungry, groaning sound in his throat. With the tip of his tongue he licked it and then wrapped his mouth around it, holy fuck, my body went into arch mode.

  “Nik,” I said, my hand running across his short cropped, blond hair.

  “Mm?” he said, not looking up or releasing my nipple. I couldn’t speak and with a tug he released my nipple and looked at me.

  “Sah-sha?” he said, concern on his face.

  “Don’t stop,” I gasped.

  He chuckled. “Then don’t interrupt me. I’m very busy.”

  “But I want you naked,” I said, noticing we were both still dressed.

  “Be patient,” he instructed me. “I don’t want to miss anything. Next time, we’ll tear each other’s clothes off, but tonight, I have to get all these images in my mind to last me until I see you next.”

  He lowered my top releasing my other breast and looked at them both. I’m glad they distracted him and he didn’t look at me with the tears I tried to blink out of my eyes. I loved that he wanted to memorize my body and this moment, as though it was important to him.

  “Beautiful,” he said, about my breasts—even though I was tallish and a bit colt like, they were more than a handful but not too generous. He ran a thumb over one nipple and took the other in his mouth, sucking it. Fuck it was unbelievable; I felt an urgent aching between my legs, almost a dull pain... I hadn’t felt that for a long while.

  Please don’t let me come yet, I begged the goddess of orgasms. I hadn’t had sex for over a year, since filing for divorce I had lost my appetite for it, but this was good... I needed this. My back arched and I moaned with pleasure. Nik’s hand moved down to my jeans, undoing them and he pulled away from my breasts long enough to pull them down. I helped, then struggled to get his off and he removed them swiftly.

  “Slow down wild cat,” he said, with a smile. I tried to but I wanted to see him naked, I wanted to see every inch of him but Nik wasn’t in for a fuck; he was in for an experience.

  “These are cute, Sah-sha,” he said holding my hips down and admiring my white lace boy panties. He ran a finger around the edges and then straight down the middle over the fabric, past my clit. I leapt with the charge between us; I think he gave me an electric shock again.

  “I want to see you,” I complained, wiggling away from him and forcing him onto his side. He sighed and I pushed him a bit further to get him onto his back.

  “So bossy, Sarsh,” he teased me and obliged.

  “Oh wow,” I said, making him laugh again. I gazed at the huge erection that was pressing against the fabric of a pair of fitted white boxer briefs. That was super-hot, an amazing sight, I wished I could take a photo.

  “You’ve seen one before haven’t you... an erection?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

  “Not like this,” I flattered him, wrinkling my nose at him. I sat on my haunches, topless and only wearing my lace panties, and worked my way between his legs.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, amused, watching me. “You know I was in the middle of something—you, actually.” He reached for my nipple again and I pulled away.

  “I want to memorize your body and this night too,” I said, “such a good idea.” I wedged myself between his long, powerful, tanned legs, and admired his body. My legs extended underneath his. I’ve never seen a better fitting pair of boxer-briefs and taking pride of place was that amazing erection, stretching the fabric. Glorious.

  “Can I get back to you now?” he asked, leaning up on his elbows.

  “Shh, no,” I said. I just wanted to touch him, to reveal his erection, to suck on him. I don’t know why the urge overtook me, but he looked so powerful and smelled so good. He reached for me again and I stopped him.

  “Nik, don’t make me come up there,” I threatened him. “My room, my rules.”

  He smiled, and then groaned. “I want to taste you for fuck’s sake.”

  “Soon,” I said, and I touched his huge mound, running my fingers over the fabric.

  “Holy fuck, Sah-sha.” He exhaled.

  I trailed my nails gently, feeling him from the tip to down between his legs. I reached for the fabric and slowly pulled down his briefs, revealing his penis like a present. His erection throbbed as I repositioned myself to pull off his briefs. I discarded them and then I brought my tongue to the tip of his erection and Nik grasped the sheets. I licked and sucked and watched as he arched his back. I looked up at his chest and that’s when I noticed them again—small scars, round and a mixture of gashes; most hidden by ink. And then Nik’s eyes narrowed as he saw me looking. I ran my hand up to circle one of the scars and he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his body.

  “Wait, Sarsh,” he said, and took charge. He sat up, hurriedly pushed me back on the bed and brought himself down on me.

  “Those scars...” I said.

  “Nothing. Just from years of sport, boy stuff,” he said. I studied his face and he gave nothing away, it was locked, devoid of all emotion. Then he licked his lower lip, his eyes questioning mine; I couldn’t imagine him looking more uncomfortable. I lay on my back looking up at him and I grabbed his jaw.

  “You’re doing that lock jaw thing again,” I said, looking into his eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  He nodded.

  “Nik?”

  “Just let me have you, Sah-sha,” he said, “I’ve been getting off on this for days, but now you are really here.” He dropped my gaze and returned his eyes to my body. He exhaled, as though he was refocusing. His erection was still pressing into me so he hadn’t lost interest. Just when I thought he was about to go inside me, he pushed himself down the bed and held down my hips with his large hands. My stomach clenched and I dropped my head back on the bed. Nik felt me tense.

  “It’s okay, Sah-sha, I won’t hurt you,” he said.

  “I know,” I answered.

  “Do you? I want this to be good for you... special.” He slid his hands in the band of my panties and worked them off. “I won’t hurt your body or your heart, Sah-sha,” he said.

  I didn’t have any words to offer; I had heard a promise like that once before, even if I still needed to hear it again.

  “But you don’t know that of course,” he said in the softest voice. “You have to learn to trust me and maybe to like me, and then to love me.”

  Please Nik, please stop talking—the words were too much. His strong hands inched my legs apart and I was open to him, totally exposed. My breathing was erratic, my heart beat was racing. He went straight in—his tongue teased up the length of me finishing on my clit which he took between his lips and sucked gently.

  “For the love of God,” I groaned with pleasure. The heat from his mouth on my body trailed all the way through me, touching every inch of me. I wanted this more than anything but waves of vulnerability pushed over me fighting the feelings of need.

  “Nik,” I called his name, I needed to hear his voice.

  “I have you, Sah-sha,” he answered, “I have you.”

  And he did, he worked me. Holy fuck, no wonder the girls said he was sensitive. My mind was tripping on his words; my body w
as tripping on his touch. I wanted them separate so I could think about them and go over them a million times, but it was a rush of all my senses.

  Between my legs, he sucked one lip and then the other, his hand released my hip and worked up to my nipple, tweaking, rubbing, and pulling as his tongue teased my labia. He freed my other hip and moved a finger to my entrance. Slowly, he worked it in and out. I couldn’t take my eyes off the ceiling because my back was so arched in pleasure.

  “Fuck Nik, I’m going to come.” The words rushed out of me. “Let me.”

  He increased the pace and the heat. I cried out needing this, wanting this more than I knew. The muscles in my body tightened. I could feel his fingers inside me as my body convulsed on him. Fuck so intense, so fucking intense. I cried out and came like I’ve never experienced before and then I dropped back on the bed and I felt his soft breath on me, tingling me before he moved up and pulled me against his chest. His erection pressed against my leg so hard it hurt.

  “I’m speechless,” I stuttered.

  Nik gave me a satisfied grin. “Really? I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.” He looked at me as though my statement was fiction. I would have smacked him on the arm but I couldn’t raise my hand.

  He ran his eyes over me and returned them to hold my gaze, studying me with such intensity. A smile traced his lips and he slowly lowered his lips to mine and kissed me gently. It was hellishly romantic even though he was taking my last bit of oxygen.

  “That was so good, Nik,” I panted, “so good. But now, I need you inside me. I need to taste you.” I moved to get back to the valuable work I was doing early but he stopped me.

  “Let me do it this way,” he said, and gently turned me onto my stomach. He knelt behind me and pulled my hips up so I was kneeling. He reached for his jeans, grabbed a condom from the pocket and I heard the tear as he opened it and pulled it on.

  “Okay?” he asked. His huge erection was pressing into my vagina entrance and he moved his hands onto my breast. I gasped at the tingle again, so soon.