by Grey, S. R.
“Don’t think, Lainey, just go with it.”
He hoists my leg up over his shoulder and circles his hips. “Oh, Nolan…”
“Lainey, Lainey—”
“Whoa, wait!” I remember where we are and push him away. “Aubrey and Brent are around here somewhere.”
He kicks the door closed. “I don’t think we need to worry about them.”
Our eyes meet then and, though there are so many unspoken words, the message is clear. His searing blues burn with desire. Does he see the same in mine? He must, because nothing stops him now.
He reaches down and glides a finger along my soaked panties, leaving me crying out in pleasure. As he brushes over my swollen clit, again and again, each pass harder than the one before, I start to make a lot of noise.
“Shh, Lainey,” he whispers in my ear. “You have to keep quiet, or someone will figure out we’re in here.”
“I don’t know if I can keep quiet.” I groan as he pushes my panties aside and gently massages my clit between his thumb and index finger. “And that’s not helping,” I add.
“Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Despite my encouragement to keep going, out of the blue he stops what he’s doing, leaving me aching for more of his skilled touch.
“That wasn’t an answer,” he says, his mouth set.
“Stubborn man,” I murmur.
He’ll win. He always wins. He’s done this before—teasing me, taunting me, making me beg for more. But tonight we don’t have time for all that. All I want is to feel him inside me—it’s been so long—so I may as well give in.
“Nolan, stop teasing me.” I rotate my hips so that his fingers, wedged in my undies, provide some much-needed friction.
When he feels how much wetter I am, he lets out a growl.
I’ve got him now.
The power shifts, and he’s suddenly the hungry, vulnerable one. But wait, maybe not, since the next thing I know, my panties are torn right down the middle.
He drops to his knees, and says, “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
His hot breaths tickle my bare lips, and I gush out, “God, yes!”
I push toward him, and he’s on me, devouring my pussy like it’s his last meal. When I reach the brink, he rises to his knees and takes out his rigid cock.
“Look how fucking hard you make me,” he says, urging me to take him all in.
I look. In fact, I stare. And maybe I drool a little. Finally, I say what I want— “Give it to me, Nolan.”
But then he stills, and says, “Are you sure, Lainey?”
He’s giving me a chance to back out, because we’ve settled nothing. Hell, ten minutes ago I was ready to kick him in the junk. But I have no control around this man. I never have. And apparently I never will, seeing as the next words out of my mouth are, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“You still on birth control?” he quickly gets in.
“Yes.”
He grabs my ass and impales me with one commanding thrust.
“Nolan, fuck, yes.” God, I’ve missed him.
He starts grinding into me, pushing me back, so I use the wall behind me for support. I give him back just as much, though. But when he tosses my legs up over his shoulders and pistons into me like a machine, I relinquish all control.
“Fuck me as hard as you can,” I say. “Give me all you got.”
He does, and our bodies say everything our mouths cannot. Yanking down the front of my top with his teeth, my breasts spill over and he’s on them like a hungry beast, sucking and nipping.
The dresser bangs against the wall in rhythm with his angry thrusts, and when I start to moan loudly, he shoves two fingers in my mouth to shut me up.
“Taste yourself,” he rasps in my ear.
Yes.
I suck and lick and get fucked till I explode around him. Nolan’s wet fingers leave my mouth so he can play with my clit and I come again, joining him in his release.
“Shit, that was hot,” he pants against my shoulder a minute after we’re finished.
I can only nod. Coming down from my own sexual high, I’m pretty much useless. After Nolan pulls out, he takes it upon himself to clean us both up with a towel he finds on my messy floor.
“You’re so good to me,” I murmur when he slides my ruined panties down and off my legs.
But then I remember what I was originally angry about.
“Wait a second.” I smack at his hand and he drops the towel.
“Ow, what the fuck is wrong now?”
I glare at him, and he takes a step back and quickly zips up his jeans. Surely to protect his dick from any further assaults I may have planned. He needn’t worry. All I want to do is talk.
After adjusting my shirt back into place to cover my boobs, I straighten my skirt and slam my legs shut. There will be no more sexing till I get some answers.
“Is it true, Nolan?”
He eyes me warily. “Is what true?”
“You know what.” I shoot him a look that says he better know.
I’m referring to the stripper story, but he seems really panicked, more so than he would be for whoring around when we weren’t even together. I know then that the bigger secret Aubrey mentioned must be huge. And damn it, I’m going to find out what it is, even if it freaking kills me. For now, though, I focus on the first thing we need to address.
“Marty Quick said you banged ten strippers in one night.”
“Oh, that.”
“Don’t look so freaking relieved, Nolan.”
“I’m not,” he insists.
I fold my arms across my chest. “Well, I’m waiting for an answer.”
With a sigh, he comes clean. “It wasn’t ten. It was nine. And it occurred over the course of two days, not one night.” He squares his shoulders and puffs out his chest. “I’m amazing, babe, yes, but I am still human.”
That cocky motherfucker!
I try to kick him again, though not in the junk this time. I’ve decided I like that part of him far too much. It’d be a tragedy to put it out of commission. Still, he’s way faster than me and stops me long before I make contact with my new target—his thigh.
“Quit trying to kick me, Lainey,” he says, irritated.
I point at him. “We just had unprotected sex, mister. You better not have given me some gnarly disease.”
“I’m clean,” he assures me. “I always use condoms with everyone but you. Plus, I was tested just last month.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“What about you?” He raises a brow. “You better not have given me anything.”
I’ve not been with anyone but him since the first time we were together. But I can’t tell him that and give him a bigger head than he already has.
I instead go with, “You’re fine, Nolan. I’ve only had protected sex too.”
He swallows hard. And wait a minute. Is that hurt I see in his ice-blue gaze?
I watch him closely, and then ask, “Nolan, you don’t care if I screw around with other guys, do you?”
“Lainey, I…” He runs a hand through his dark hair, looking uneasy.
“Well?” I press.
“Of course I care.”
He cares? Wow, what does this mean? I blow out a breath and cautiously inquire, “So what happens now?”
“I guess this is probably as good a time as any to bring up some things I’ve been thinking we really need to talk about.” He takes a deep breath. “Maybe if I share with you certain things about me, it’ll make more sense as to why I am the way I am.”
Wow, this is as real as we’ve ever gotten, and it’s totally out of left field. How we’ve gone from me trying to inflict bodily harm on him, to us having amazing sex, and now to him ready to bare his soul is beyond me. But I’m rolling with it.
“Okay,” I say softly. “I’m listening.”
After a long beat of silence, his eyes find mine. “First of all, you should know you’re th
e reason I came back to Vegas early.”
Wait, what? “It is?”
“Yes.”
This is a good sign. Maybe our little hookup isn’t just a tale of two people insanely attracted to each other and nothing else.
He tenses, and I think that’s it. He opens his mouth, but shuts it just as fast.
“Nolan,” I say on a frustrated sigh.
I think I’m losing him, but then he gives me the kind of look that says he’s about to tell me everything.
Sure enough, he begins with, “Lainey, back when I was a teenager I made a huge, stupid mistake—”
Rap, rap, rap!
Three staccato knocks on the door silence him instantly.
“Fuck!”
Just when I was about to get some answers from this man.
“Lainey, are you in there?” a woman’s voice asks from the other side of the door.
Double fuck!
“It’s Aubrey,” I mouth to Nolan with a roll of my eyes.
“Here, quick.” I jump down from the dresser and start hustling him toward the big walk-in closet on the other side of the room. “Get in there,” I say. “And don’t come out till she’s gone.”
He tries to protest, but only for a second. He knows there’s no other option.
Once Nolan is safely hidden inside the closet, I straighten my clothes.
And then I open the door.
I Did Not Need to Hear That!
Fuck. Looks like I’m stuck in this stupid closet for however long it takes for Lainey to get rid of Aubrey. At least it’s roomy in here.
As I lie back on the carpeted closet floor. I lace my fingers behind my head and hunker down for the long haul. I have sisters, so I’m well aware that girls can talk for-fucking-ever.
First thing I hear Aubrey blabbering on about is shit about the party, shit I’d rather not hear. “There are a lot of cute players out there, Lainey. What are you doing in here? You should come back outside for a while.”
I resist the urge to growl and give myself away, but one thing for sure—Lainey better not go out to that party in those clothes. Her outfit was hot-as-fuck as it was, but minus the panties it’s positively scorching. I don’t need my teammates checking out her shaved pussy if she happens to bend the wrong way.
But, wait. I have no claim on Lainey. We were too busy sexing each other up to set any parameters on where we go from here. And just when I was about to share with her why I’m so damn commitment-phobic, irritating Aubrey shows up.
Maybe it’s for the best, a little voice inside my head whispers.
I’m quick to jump on any out and this is a perfect one, so I agree with the voice. Lainey and I are back to having sex, and since I see no reason why it won’t continue, I figure we can just carry on same as before. Back to the way it was—no commitments, no declarations of how much we mean to one another, and certainly no sharing dark secrets from the past.
I care for Lainey, yes, and probably more than I should, but now that I’m faced head-on with committing myself to her, I’m right back where I was before.
“Why are you not out at the party?” I hear Lainey ask Aubrey. “Isn’t Brent going to miss you if you two are apart for, like, more than five minutes?”
I suppress a chuckle. I love that Lainey has no problem giving her sister a hard time about Brent. It’s one of my own favorite pastimes, and it’s good to know someone has been picking up the slack.
“Ha ha,” Aubrey retorts dryly. And then in a lower voice, but one I unfortunately hear loud and clear, Aubrey says, “We’re actually fine with a little time apart, seeing as we were just together.”
I roll my eyes. Is this how girls talk, in code? Why not just say they went off and fucked?
Lainey’s just as bad, dragging out the suspense. “What? Are you saying you were just together-together?”
Together-together? More like fucking-fucking.
“Uh-huh,” Aubrey replies, giggling.
Lainey then asks in a hushed tone, “How did you manage to get away when Brent’s the host of the party?”
Hell, I don’t need to hear anymore of this shit. But hear more, I do, lucky me. I get to be privy to all the details of how Aubrey and Brent snuck off to the laundry room, where Brent proceeded to fuck her hard against the washing machine.
“Too bad it wasn’t on,” Lainey says.
“Right,” Aubrey replies. “But the sneaking off still made it fun. No one suspected a thing.”
I raise my arm and mouth, “I did.”
“Still, I have to say it was a little quicker than I would’ve liked,” Aubrey continues in a breezy voice. “Still totally hot, though.”
More giggles ensue, and I think, shit, Brent must have some kind of skill to turn the ice princess into a silly schoolgirl like this.
“How quick was quick?” Lainey asks once all the giggling has subsided.
Do women really discuss sex in this kind of detail? All I know is I’d never ask Brent, “Oh, hey, man, did you time how long you fucked Aubrey last night? Twelve minutes and twenty-four seconds of actual penetration, eh? Let me pull out my own performance charts so we can compare.”
Yeah, that would never happen.
But women are obviously different, as Aubrey proves when she replies, “Way quicker than usual. Brent finished pretty fast. It was more the thrill than anything else, you know? That’s really why we snuck off. To see if we could get away with it.”
“I hear ya,” Lainey says.
Aubrey sighs. “Only thing is I’m kinda sore now from not being completely ready. Brent was a little rougher than usual too. I guess because it was so fast and hot. Not that I’m complain—”
Fuck, I can’t listen to another word. I actually cover my ears, like a damn kid. But seriously, I do not need to hear anything more about Aubrey’s sore pussy. Though it does make me wonder just how big Brent is. Surely not bigger than me, right? I mean, I’ve seen him naked in the locker room, but it’s not like he’s been hard any of those times. Plus, straight men generally don’t make a habit of checking out each other’s junk. At least this straight man doesn’t. Though I might be now.
“I’m sure Brent will make it up to you later tonight,” Lainey is saying to her sister, all consoling-like, when I uncover my ears.
I can’t help but feel a little smug that though Lainey and I were rather quick ourselves, I made sure she was completely ready before I got my dick wet. Then again, Lainey is pretty much always ready when we’re around each other. Hell, that’s one reason we can never restrain ourselves.
“Yeah,” Aubrey says dreamily, “I’m sure he will.”
I try not to throw up. But I sure as shit perk up when Aubrey next says, “Hey, what about you?”
“Um, what do you mean what about me?”
“Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you since you got here, what ever happened to that guy at school? The one you were seeing last spring?”
“Um…”
“You have to know who I mean, Lainey. The secret man you were obviously having amazing sex with, all while keeping him hidden from everyone.”
Shit, that would be me.
I’m extremely curious to hear Lainey’s response. She won’t tell Aubrey I was her secret guy, but she may reveal something that’ll give me a better idea of where her head’s at right now, especially after what just happened between us.
“Oh,” Lainey replies slowly, already sounding evasive. “That never amounted to anything much. Actually, it turned out to be nothing more than a random fling.”
Random fling? What the fuck?
Look, I may not be ready to fully commit, but I’m a selfish bastard. For her to speak so dismissively of what we had together kind of fucking hurts. Then again, maybe she’s just making light because she knows I can hear every word.
“Sometimes a fling can be just what the doctor ordered,” Aubrey says understandingly. “And that’s why we should get you back out to the party, like right away. Who knows, maybe you
’ll find a new random fling.”
No fucking way! I almost roar. But then I remember I’m not supposed to be hearing any of this.
Thankfully, Lainey replies, “I’m not looking to hook up, Aubs.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Okay, but let’s still get back out there before everyone leaves.”
Lainey, all cagey-like, says, “Um, yeah, sure, but can you give me a minute to throw on a pair of boy shorts under this skirt. I was about to put on pajamas when you came in, and I already took off my underwear.”
I smirk. Nice save, Lainey, even if it does sound a little lame.
I’m glad she’s covering up. I’d lose it if Lainey were planning to head back out there commando.
Still, is she really leaving me here in her closet?
Aubrey says to her sister that she’ll wait for her out in the hall. Meanwhile, I stand, all set to slip back into the room and catch Lainey before she goes.
When I push open the closet door, however, she’s already gone.
“Shit.”
I’m not up for more partying, and I’m certainly not going to chase Lainey all over the house.
I give up, murmuring, “Fuck. I may as well just go home.”
Nolan on the Ice Makes Me Realize Something
Over the next couple of weeks, I don’t see much of Nolan, which may seem strange since he lives only a few doors down from me. It’s not a matter of missed connections, however. No, we’re purposely avoiding each other, even after the hot sex in my bedroom. Actually it’s because of the hot sex in my bedroom that we’re staying out of each other’s way.
See, if we hook up again, we’ll have to talk.
And if we don’t hook up again, but are in each other’s presence, we’ll still have to talk.
What the hell am I saying? We’ll especially have to talk then. With no sex to distract us, we’d have to discuss our relationship…or lack thereof.
Shit, I don’t even know what I really want, not anymore. It’s why avoiding each other has been the best course of action. I guess in some ways I’m as fucked up as Nolan. That’s why I left him in my bedroom the night of Brent’s party. Once he was relegated to the closet, and I was away from him, I finally could think straight. And as Aubrey was gushing over her and Brent’s sneaky laundry room encounter, I realized I was mad at myself for having sex with Nolan. I mean, how could I go from being so mad at someone, the very person I had every intention of kicking in the balls, to having that same person balls deep inside of me?