Damn.
I have to stop my hips from pushing up into her face.
“Tell me if this is too hot.” Oh, it’s too hot alright. Explosive heat is already pulsing through my cock. She picks up the bowl and spoon and drizzles warm, gooey caramel and chocolate down my throbbing shaft.
Holy fuck!
“Mmm.” She licks her lips. “Is it okay?”
I nod, unable to speak, like a happy puppy being given a treat. She wraps her slim fingers around my throbbing erection. When she flicks her tongue over the head of my dick, taking a slow lap to taste me and the warm sweetness, my head drops back against the sofa.
“Fuck me. Nik.”
“Oh, we’ll get to that.” Her words flutter over my tip, causing my balls to tighten.
She flattens her tongue and licks at the sensitive spot just under my head.
“Fuck.” I choke out and I feel her lips smile around me.
She fists her hand, sticky with syrupy sauce, around my base, and starts taking long, slow licks from my base to my tip to lap at the sugary sweetness. My thighs tremble in response. She moves her hand back and forth, pumping me into a frenzy. When she relaxes her throat to open wider for me and takes me all the way in, deep throating me, working me up and down, sucking, licking and gently nibbling, I lace my fingers through her hair to slow her movement. I want to make this last.
“Nik, baby,” I groan, fighting the rush that’s building inside me.
“Hmm?” The sound vibrates my shaft. When she lifts her passion filled eyes, the sight of her eating me with such fervent pleasure intensifies the sensation of the imminent orgasm getting ready to explode down her throat.
“You’re too much. It’s too much. I’m gonna come, babe.” I tighten the fingers in her hair to keep her from moving but she ignores my warning. She sucks harder, swallowing me, taking me in deeper, eating me like she’s a chocolate addict and I’m her fix.
“Oh, fuck. Nik. Yes. Fuuuck.” I let go with a bone deep growl of pleasure and with such force, it leaves me gasping. Nik keeps making breathy moans of arousal while swallowing blasts of my warmth until my cock stops jerking in release.
After licking every last drop off my tip, she sits back on her heels. “Mmm. That was the best dessert I’ve ever had.”
I reach down and scoop her up onto my lap. Finding her lips, I kiss her hard, tasting the mixture of chocolate caramel and me on her lips.
I can’t stop kissing her and nibbling at her in between whispering her name. “Nikki.”
I suck her bottom lip between my teeth. “Nikki.” I let go and trail my lips down the length of her neck. She drops her head back and giggles. “Nikki,” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes, hockey boy?”
“My turn for dessert.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Nikki
I throw my arm across my face to block the intrusive sunlight shining through the window. When I move, the muscled arm curled around my waist flexes and pulls me into the warm body behind me.
Dalt.
I remember how we fit perfectly together when we cuddled in the past. Or as my mom would refer to it, spooned, a word which sounds like something right off The Little House on the Prairie. But it’s the perfect word to describe Dalt and me, a matching set, like we were made for each other.
The warmth of contentment flows over me, wrapping me up in love and comfort. When I turn in Dalt’s arms to face him, soreness flames between my legs, reminding me of the lovemaking marathon we shared last night.
I lost count of how many times Dalt brought me to the edge and pushed me over. But it wasn’t like the frenzied sex we had earlier in the day when we were frantic to ease each other’s frustration.
Last night Dalt was gentle, taking things slow, whispering to me everything he was feeling as he explained in detail every dirty, lovely thing he was doing and was going to do to me.
I sigh as I take in the vision of the beautiful man sleeping next to me, his breathing soft and peaceful, his dark lashes resting on his cheeks. Watching him, I think about everything we’ve gone through, how far we’ve come in such a short period of time.
Dalt stirs and mumbles something before his lids blink a couple of times and his long lashes flutter open. I swear his crystalline eyes twinkle in the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says in a scratchy, sleep muddled voice.
“Good morning,” I purr. Dalt slides one arm under me and pulls me closer. His hard shaft is already awake and ready to go.
Is he kidding?
I’m going to need a wheelchair if he keeps this up.
“I can’t get enough of you, Nik. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Oh God. My body craves him like it’s been years since I’ve had him rather than hours.
“I can’t get enough of you either. Is this crazy? What’s happening? I’ve never felt like this.”
“Not crazy, baby. I’ve never felt like this either.” Dalt presses the palm of my hand over his heart. The intensified rhythm matches the heightened thrumming in my own chest. “It’s yours, Nik. It will always be yours.”
My eyes glaze with tears and his face blurs. I’m speechless, overcome with emotion. This is everything I’ve waited to hear him say, everything I’ve wanted.
Dalt pushes me onto my back and climbs over me. When our lips meet, it’s nothing like the sexually starved kisses we shared yesterday. It’s tender, soft, as syrupy sweet as the dessert we licked off each other last night.
“I love you so much, Nik.” His whisper a tender prayer across my lips.
“I love you so much too.”
He inhales my words in a relieved sigh. “How sore are you, baby?”
“What?” I chuckle.
“How sore are you from yesterday?”
“I’m fine.” I smile and try to sound convincing, while brushing a lock of hair back off his forehead.
“Sorry, babe. I just want to be inside you all the time.”
When he trails his lips down my neck and then moves down to suck my hardened nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, the soreness between my legs becomes a pulsing ache telling me how much I want him too.
“I want you inside me all the time.” His cock is thick with arousal and I push my hips up to show him how ready I am.
“God, Nik. What you do to me.” His lips find mine and he kisses me with a deep, slow kiss which makes me feel treasured, worshiped. “Are you sure?”
I ravage his tongue with mine, kissing him in a way I’ve never kissed him before. A passionate attempt to show him how much I adore him in return, how out of my mind in love I am with him.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I need you inside me.” I arch into him, positioning his tip at my entrance.
With a groan Dalt slips inside me, slowly pressing into me inch by inch, stretching me. My muscles flinch around him in an initial response to the intense repeat invasion of his impossibly huge shaft. I let out a whimper. It hurts so good.
Dalt stops moving, keeping himself from pushing any further into me. “Are you okay, babe?”
In that moment the ache for him to be deep inside of me increases. My muscles relax to accommodate his size. I wrap my legs around him, desperate to keep him from pulling out of me, to pull him closer.
“More, Dalt. Please. Don’t stop.”
He presses his nose into the nape of my neck and pushes into me to the hilt. We both gasp at the sensation. How is it possible after having had him multiple times the night before, this feels new, intense, like the first time being with him?
“God. It feels so good,” I moan.
Dalt raises his head as we move together in a slow steady rhythm. “You’re so beautiful. You feel amazing. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I tighten my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his back. “Will it always be like this, Dalt?”
“Always, baby. Always,�
� he groans. He pushes up on his elbows, pulls out almost all the way, then plunges deep and begins driving into me faster harder. “I’m crazy in love with you, Nik.”
I want to watch his beautiful face as he loses control but the hunger to find my own release is overwhelming. I can’t speak, can’t think. My eyes close. I’m lost in sensation, chasing my own wild need. I grip his ass with my hands to drive him deeper. My legs begin to quiver as my hips push up to match his pace.
“Come for me, baby. I can’t get enough of the feeling of you coming around my cock.”
Mindless ecstasy grips me as the orgasm surges through me. My body is crippled with pleasure, intense and insane. When I open my eyes and Dalt’s eyes meet mine, I watch him falling apart. Sweat glistens over the taut muscles of his face and neck. His lips are parted, groaning guttural sounds. His heavy-lidded eyes roll back and close as his body jerks hard, every muscle tense. He explodes into me with a final savage grunt, filling me with his warmth.
This is everything. He’s everything. If he hates me after what I have to tell him this morning, how am I going to live without him?
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Dalt
“As much as I want to stay inside you all day long if we don’t get out of this bed we may never be able to walk again.” I smile at how good this is: how good she makes me feel, how beautiful she is, how perfect the world is now that she’s back in mine.
“What would you like to do today?”
“You mean besides continuing to ride your surfboard?” She laughs, her head dropping to the side to face me. We’re lying on our backs, both of us trying to regain normal breathing patterns and slow down our racing hearts.
“Yeah. Besides that.” I roll onto my side to face her, brush my nose across her shoulder and place my palm on her flat stomach. Her skin pebbles in goosebumps.
“I hate leaving you but I told you I have to go to the farm.”
“Damn. I almost forgot. Let me go with you. I want to help, and besides, I think it’s time I meet your mom.” Her stomach muscles tense under my hand.
Doesn’t she want me to meet her mom? Maybe she’s still worried about the differences in our lifestyles.
“I love llamas. Can’t wait to meet them too.” I try to reassure her I’m not about big city life. I can be all about small farm life or outer space life, for that matter, if it means being with her.
“Alpacas.”
“What?”
“We raise alpacas, not llamas”
“Oh, right. I knew that.”
Is there a difference?
“Dalt, listen,” she says rolling on her side to face me. “I have to—”
“Okay. Got it. You have to go do some things at the farm. At least let me make you breakfast before you go. I’m giving you one day. Just one.” I hold up a finger. “I can’t live without you any longer than that.” She stares at me without saying a word. Her eyes, which appear more azure in the light of day, become liquid with tears, bringing back the memory of the time she laid next to me in bed and told me about the loss of her father.
“What is it, sweetheart. You okay?”
“It’s…nothing. I…I’m just so happy.” She cups my face with her hand and I reach up to hold it there.
“Me too, baby. Me too. After tomorrow it’s you and me together, forever. There’s something I want to talk to you about over breakfast.” She blinks a couple of times and a lone tear escapes out of the corner of her eye. I catch it and brush it away with my thumb.
“Why don’t you go jump in the shower while I whip us up something to eat. I know my girl. It’s been way too many hours since you’ve had food.” I wait for her usual snarky comeback when I comment on her favorite pastime.
Nikki can eat more than some of the guys on the team which, by the way, is another thing I love about her. She eats what she wants, giving zero fucks who’s watching her, not having to pretend she has to eat like a bird because she’s a girl. But the sarcasm doesn’t come. She slips out of bed and heads into the bathroom with a quiet, “Okay.”
Something doesn’t feel right. Food first. Then conversation.
***
Nikki walks in the kitchen and drops her backpack by the door. “Smells good.” Her wet hair is woven into two long braids on either side of her head. She’s wearing overalls covered with embroidered multicolored flowers. The legs are rolled up at the hem to accommodate her black Dr. Martin boots. Underneath she’s wearing a striped rainbow-colored tank top, which no doubt has some classic cartoon character sprawled across the front I’m unable to see.
She’s a beautiful burst of sunshine on a cloudy day. A nineteen seventies burst of sunshine, because Nik is all about vintage clothing. She says it reminds her of a time when people were kinder to each other. I fuckin’ love everything about this girl.
“Hey, sunshine. I could hear your stomach growling all the way from the bathroom,” I tease her.
“That wasn’t my stomach. I was singing,” she laughs. There she is. My sassy, funny girl is back. “Mmm. I’ll do a lap dance for some of that bacon.” She comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist as I push the scrambled eggs around in the frying pan.
“I was going to share it with you for free but forget it now. I’ll take the lap dance.” I tilt my head back to kiss her cheek.
“Ha. I was totally going to give you the lap dance for free. But forget it now. You’ll have to supply me with lots of bacon if you want it.”
“What do I get for bacon and eggs?” I smile, handing her a filled plate.
“Everything. Anything.” She says in a soft voice and gives me the Nikki look which could bring a monk to his knees, and not in prayer. My cock twitches.
“Ohh coffee. Yes. Please.” She pulls a mug from the cabinet and pours herself a cup. Just like that the mood changes and she’s back to focusing on her food. “You want some?”
“No thanks.” I chuckle. “Already have some. It’s not too good. I tried my best to make fresh brewed but all coffeemakers hate me. They only love Batt.”
“You mean coffeemakers are into the strong, silent type? Huh. Never knew that.” She teases and takes a sip of the motor oil disguised as coffee I managed to brew. Her flinch confirms what I already know about the taste.
“Pfft. Strong silent type. You mean brick wall who doesn’t want to waste any time using his mouth to talk to the ladies because he has more important things to do to them with his mouth?” Batt’s the smoothest non-talking ladies’ man I’ve ever known. Whatever he’s got, the puck bunnies hop over each other to get to him.
“Strong silent type sounds nicer.” Another sip of coffee elicits another cringe. She shovels a forkful of eggs into her mouth to chase the bitter taste.
“Sorry. I’m not the best in the kitchen.” I join her at the table with my coffee and plate of food.
“No. It’s good. The eggs are delicious. Besides, hockey boy, you have other talents to make up for your lack of homemaking abilities.” She winks.
“Hey. Didn’t we already discuss this? You’re not allowed to sexually objectify your person like that anymore.” I wave my fork at her.
“Oh, okay. I’ll never think of you in a sexual way again in the name of political correctness,” she says in a serious tone and continues eating.
“Fuck that noise. As I said yesterday, objectify away. Consider me your plaything, inept at everything except the use of my tongue, fingers, and cock to keep you coming all day, every day.” I wink right back at her and she chokes on the mouthful of coffee swill she just sipped.
She fans her hand in front of her face. “It’s this coffee. It’s super hot.”
“Uh huh. The coffee made you hot.” I grin into my cup and take a sip.
Gah. How is she drinking this shit?
We glance up at each other every few seconds while continuing to eat our breakfast in silence.
“We need to talk,” we blurt out at the same time, breaking the silence.<
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“Sorry. You go,” she says.
“No. You go ahead.”
“No, really. You go.” She takes another sip of coffee. Now I know she definitely loves me if she’s willing to drink this toxic waste to not hurt my feelings.
“Okay. Here’s the thing. I obviously have no intention of ever working with my father or for the studio and production company as long as he has anything to do with it. Right?”
“Uh. Right. I guess…if it’s what you want or…don’t want. What about Garrett?”
“Garrett’s fine. He’s practically king of the movie industry already and he has an entourage of people who work for him. He doesn’t need me.”
“Okaaay?” She crosses her legs underneath her Indian style and stops her fork mid-scoop to listen.
“I’m going to accept the offer to play for the Winds.”
“Excuse me?” she coughs.
“The Santa Ana Winds. I’m going to accept their offer to play hockey for them. The contract they’re offering is phenomenal. It’s a dream come true, Nik.”
“In…in California?” Her fork slips from her hand and clatters on the dish. She keeps swallowing even though I don’t think there’s any food in her mouth.
“Last time I checked that’s where they were located.”
I know this must be a shock coming out of the blue like this. But I didn’t know until yesterday the whirlwind path our lives were going to take. It’s coming out of the blue for me too.
“I know everything’s happening kind of fast but they want me out there right away. I’ve been holding off giving them an answer because…well…because I wanted to stay near you. But timing is perfect now. I’m pretty much done with my course work. I talked it over with Coach De Luca. He says I can work everything out with my professors and finish whatever I need to online. What do ya think?”
“You’re…you’re leaving?” Jesus. Her eyes are tearing up again.
“Not me, baby, we.” I take her hand in mine and stroke the back of it with my thumb. She’s shaking like a leaf.
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