Naughty

by Arabella Quinn

  I thought I could enjoy my time with Nick and then walk away unscathed if I played it right. That wasn't going to happen. The only outcome that I wanted from all of this was an impossibility to achieve. If my car hadn't been back at the club, I would have seriously thought about escaping this recklessness.

  Instead, my feet tentatively took me to the couch. I sat down, leaving a huge gap between Nick and me.

  He looked at me. "What's wrong?"

  I swallowed nervously. I couldn't fake my way through this. "I'm scared."

  Nick slid next to me. "I'm scared too.

  I looked into his eyes and could see an inner conflict, parallel to my own, reflected in them.

  His arm slid around me and I leaned against his chest. His embrace always reassured me, always made me feel so safe. "Do you want to talk about it?"

  "Not really. That's might make it worse right now." Talking would mean facing up to my fears. And instead of banishing them, I thought they just might bring them to light or even magnify them.

  Nick's tone was rough and sexy. "Then what do you want, Allie?"

  My insides melted. I slid onto his lap facing him, straddling him with my knees. "I don't want to think anymore. I just want to feel you."

  Nick gave me a heated look that set my body afire before he pulled my mouth to his. I gave into the demanding kiss, surrendering to the feeling. His male scent invaded my senses as I clung desperately to him.

  His hands tugged on my shirt, lifting it over my head. Our kiss was broken for a moment as Nick removed my top and tossed it aside. My lips found his again, as his hands slid up and down my side, leaving me shivering with anticipation. I pulled on his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine with nothing separating us. Nick obliged and peeled off his shirt.

  I drank in his toned body for only a second before Nick's mouth was kissing the sensitive skin on my neck. His mouth moved lower, his tongue tickling my skin. My head rolled back, giving him access to the hollow of my neck. When he lightly sucked on my skin, I felt the tender ache of pure need blooming between my legs.

  Nick had somehow worked my bra open and was sliding it off my arms. I opened my eyes when he pulled away from me. He was leaning back against the couch cushion, watching as I sat facing him. My stomach clenched at his smoldering gaze.

  "You're so beautiful, Allie." His hand extended to caress my breast.

  My already hardened nipples contracted even tighter, demanding to be touched. I arched my back slightly, pressing into his hand. His other arm guided my body close to him even as his fingers deftly pinched my nipples causing waves of pleasure to wash over my body and an intense ache to settle between my legs.

  Nick pulled me forward as his mouth found my breast. I gasped as his fingers squeezed one nipple while his tongue flicked the other. A soft moan escaped my lips as my pussy pressed against him seeking relief.

  His teeth tugged on my nipple before releasing it. "Hold on to me. I'm getting up."

  I registered his command as if through a fog and luckily my arms slid around his neck, because he stood. A hand slid under my bottom supporting my weight and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. He sat on his bed still holding me and then laid back. I sat on top of his prone body, blinking in surprise.

  I wanted him on top of me, his mouth kissing me everywhere, his touch burning me up to a feverish pitch. But he lay underneath me, watching me patiently. I was always so passive and now he wanted me to take the lead. But I had no clue what to do. What if I couldn't turn him on the way he did to me so effortlessly?

  I swallowed nervously. Maybe if I didn't overthink it. Maybe I should just take the opportunity to enjoy myself as I explored his body. I had dreamt of doing just that for so long that I blushed remembering my wicked thoughts.

  Nick's smile knocked me out of my reverie. "You're thinking too much again, Allie."

  I scooted down his legs and started unbuttoning his jeans. "I'm thinking very naughty things. Things that I want to do to you. I'll try to stop, but I don't think I can."

  His heated reaction gave me some much-needed confidence. I had to get off the end of the bed as I wrestled his jeans off of him, so I removed my own while I was there. I slid my fingers slowly up his thighs and under the bottom of his boxers lightly grazing his balls with my fingernails. I saw his cock twitching underneath the fabric of his boxers, but I wanted to see him all. I slid his boxers off slowly, reveling in a feeling of power.

  I licked my lips as I took in the sight of his perfect masculine body. I didn't have to fake any enthusiasm as I imagined my mouth all over every inch of him. My pussy was already throbbing with excitement and my silk panties were drenched with the evidence. I climbed back on the bed next to him.

  I took my time exploring his body. He was laid out before me like the most sumptuous feast, and I wanted to sample everything. I worked my way slowly downward, tasting every square inch of his skin. My hands caressed the ridges and contours of his muscled body as I slid lower still.

  I knew that he was enjoying the attention because his breathing had quickened, but I wanted to drive him wild. My hand glided slowly up his thigh. I cupped his balls in my hand feeling their weight as my mouth slid below his navel, sucking, licking and tasting the slight saltiness of his skin.

  His cock was so close to my lips but I wanted to tease him some more. My mouth moved around his cock, kissing his inner thigh as I lightly fondled his sack. I moved closer still until my tongue could tentatively reached out and touch his balls. I heard him inhale a sharp breath at the contact. I wanted to drive him insane. My tongue swirled around his balls, licking him. Nick's groans of pleasure spurred me on further. Slowly I took his balls into my mouth and sucked very gently as I reached for his cock and began stroking him.

  Nick's voice sounded raspy. "Oh God, Allie."

  When his groans grew more urgent, I slid my lips off him. He was watching me, his eyes glazed with passion and lust. My mouth found his thick cock and worked up and down its length. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock and tasted the proof of his arousal. His satisfaction excited me as I bobbed up and down his thick cock, using a twisting motion with my hand while I licked his tip at every pass.

  Nick's fingers tangled in my hair. "Oh, Allie. You better stop, babe. I'm going to come - "

  His words only incited me further. I watched the pleasure flickering over his face as he groaned his approval. I wanted to be the one that took him over edge of bliss. I wanted him to explode. I felt a sexual excitement tingling deep in my pussy in direct response to what I was doing to him.

  My lips and tongue lavished his cock while my free hand found his balls once more. I felt powerful as I saw him losing control.

  Nick groaned, his voice strained. "Allie, I can't hold back any longer."

  I double downed my efforts and in only a few seconds, Nick growled his satisfaction as I felt his cock begin to spurt inside my mouth. I didn't let up until I milked the last of his climax. Normally, a blowjob seemed like a chore, but I felt like I had given him something special, that we had shared an intimate connection that had sexually turned me on, leaving me throbbing for his touch.

  I climbed up his body, my knees straddling his hips, and collapsed on top of him.

  His hands stroked my back as I rested my cheek on his chest. "Oh my God, Allie. I came so hard. That was just amazing. I can barely move now."

  I felt his chest rising and falling rapidly as I listened to his heart beating. "Mmm. I hope I didn't completely wear you out."

  Nick playfully slapped my ass. "I don’t even want to know where you learned all that. I'm going to need a little time to recover, but luckily for you, not too much."

  I kissed his chest and joked. "Should I take a nap while you recover?"

  Abruptly, Nick rolled me off his body. "Yeah, take a little nap." He sat up and began dragging my panties down my legs. "I'll wake you up when I'm ready."

  I laughed as my panties went flying acro
ss the room. "Nick, what are you doing?"

  "I'm just making you more comfortable for your nap." He got off the bed and grabbed my ankle.

  He began dragging me towards him, until my ass reached the edge of the bed. "Put your legs on my shoulders."

  Nick knelt on the ground as I adjusted my legs like he requested. I shivered with excitement, as his face was inches from my exposed pussy.

  His hand skimmed slowly down my thighs and between my legs. I was insane with need. My head lulled back when his fingers parted my folds. His fingers began stroking me, sliding through my juices touching everywhere, touching so intimately.

  One hand left my pussy and slid up my stomach to capture my breast. I watched as Nick's head dipped between my legs and began stripping me of all reason. His tongue slid straight into my juicy center as his finger began to penetrate my opening.

  I was moaning and writhing on the bed, I could barely stand the exquisite torture. His tongue and lips moved to tease my clit, sucking and nipping at my swollen skin. My pussy thrust against his mouth as the concentrated pressure built towards an explosive release. When he inserted his finger inside me and rubbed my walls, only to feel the breathtaking sensation repeated over and over, I was lost. My need was frantic as I clawed at the bed sheets.

  I cried out as I felt the hot creamy juices of my climax wash through me. Pinpoints of light glimmered against my eyelids as my inner muscles convulsed around Nick's fingers. The orgasm seemed to spread and soon my clit was quivering with uncontrolled ecstasy under Nick's probing tongue. I rode the waves of pleasure, a mindless whirl of bliss, as Nick held me steady.

  It was only after my shuddering muscles began to relax that I realized my legs had locked so tightly behind Nick's head. I blushed, slightly embarrassed as I released him from my vice-like grip.

  Nick stood. He leaned over me and kissed my stomach, as I lay spent on the bed. "I hope you had a good nap, because I'm recovered."

  I couldn't move; I was still twitching from the intense orgasm. "You're joking, right? I thought guys needed more time to-"

  I didn't even finish my sentence before Nick half picked me up and flipped me onto my stomach. "No joke. I'm young and I'm really horny for you."

  Looking over my shoulder I could see his cock was more than ready. Nick pulled me down so that my legs were hanging over the side of the bed.

  I was a little nervous about his plans. "Uh, what's going on back there?"

  "Relax Allison." I felt him press against my ass. "Spread your legs more."

  A finger slipped into my pussy and I gasped with surprise. My body trembled with remnants from my recent orgasm.

  "You're so wet. Are you ready for me, Allie?" Nick was fingering me as he spoke.

  I nodded my head and felt his cock start spreading my lower lips, sliding through my silky folds. When he thrust in deep, jolts of bliss coursed through my body and centered deep in my core. Far too quickly, the intensity and overwhelming pressure rapidly grew to unbearable heights. My cries begged for release each time he plunged into me, building toward the moment of pure ecstasy.

  I could do nothing but lie there and submit to his pounding thrusts and it felt so sinfully erotic. My moans and cries were muffled as my face pressed into the mattress. My body tensed as I felt my climax fast approaching.

  Nick hands were anchored on my hips as he hammered harder and faster into me until I was writhing on the sheets. When I reached the precipice, pleasure flooded through me, erupting in a frenzied spasm of muscles around Nick's cock. The sensation was so intense that when Nick kept pumping into me, I thought I might fragment into pieces and never recover.

  I could hardly stand the blissful agony, but finally, with a last deep thrust, I could feel him pumping his seed inside me. Neither of us moved for long moments as our bodies slowly recovered from such an intense joining.

  Nick pulled out of me, but I didn't move. "C'mon Allie. Get up before I smack that luscious ass."

  I stood up quickly. "You wouldn't! Ooh, my legs feel so wobbly. They're like rubber."

  Nick climbed onto the bed and pulled me with him. "Well, they better recover quickly. You're going to need them for what I have planned next."

  Oh my God. Was he kidding? I wasn't sure I could take any more mind-blowing sex for one night.

  I snuggled into his arms and took a peek at his face. His devilish grin was sexy as hell. I was in trouble.

  ***

  The whole night was crashing down around Marissa. Nick had just majorly blown her off and had hinted at their relationship being over. She suspected that it was only a matter of time before he dumped her permanently. It would have happened tonight if he hadn't been so hot to get into that whore's pants.

  She was still reeling from what she had seen. Her instincts were rarely wrong. She knew there was another woman in the picture, but it had been so hard to figure out who it could be. That was because she had been hiding in plain sight all along. He was fucking his sister. If she weren't so angry and sickened about all her hard work going straight down the tubes, she would be repulsed by the revelation.

  She had kept a close eye on him all night. At first, when Nick had dragged Allie upstairs to the balcony, she had been merely curious to follow. Even as they were acting oddly, she still hadn't suspected. They had seemed a little close, a little too touchy for a brother and sister.

  She hadn't realized what was going on until she saw it with her own eyes. Nick pulled his sister against him and was kissing her. Passionately. She always prided herself on reading body language. There was no denying that they lusted after each other. She was pretty sure that they had already had sex too. She could just tell.

  Not much shocked Marissa, but this had come out of nowhere, and shook her to the core. She stood back in the shadows watching- watching her dreams go straight down the tubes. Watching that bitch take away her future. Fuming that she had lost everything.

  She had still been upset and stunned when Nick came to find her and ditch her for the night. Instinctively, she hadn't confronted him with her knowledge. If she had, it would have been over right then and there. She had bought herself a small measure of time to figure out what to do before it was over, but no solutions would come to her frantic mind.

  Marissa slumped against the wall in defeat. She had thought she had more time. Instead of taking things for granted and having fun, she should have sealed the deal when she had the chance, and gotten knocked up by Nick. She had never balked at the deception that would have taken, but rather the thought of having a baby to deal with. She was having way too much fun and she always thought that would only be a measure of last resort.

  Now when it was clear she actually needed it, it was too late. There was no time to get pregnant. She knew Nick better than he knew himself. He wouldn't touch her again. And after getting serious with Nick, the other guys in the band probably wouldn't be overly interested in her.

  Marissa seethed with anger. She had been beaten by that slut. Well she wasn't going to go down without a fight, that was for sure. First, she had to confirm her assumptions. If they were fucking, she needed to know.

  Chapter 13

  Nick watched Allie picking half-heartedly at her breakfast while he attacked his omelet; he was starving after their energetic night. She had jumped out of his bed so quickly earlier that morning that he could tell that she was nervous again. Things had gotten awkward swiftly, so Nick suggested they go out to breakfast. He hoped that Allie would be more comfortable around him in public where they had to pretend not to be so intimate.

  They made mostly small talk; they talked a little bit about his mother's accident and Allie's plans to look for a new job, until she visibly began to relax around him once more.

  Nick was only half listening to her and half fantasizing about taking her back to his apartment and teaching her some new lessons. She was such an enthusiastic learner.

  His cell phone chimed, alerting him to a new text. He glanced at the screen and grimaced.
It was Marissa. He felt his body stiffen as he read the message.

  Meet me at Drifters in an hour.

  Allie was watching him intently. He put down his phone. "That was Marissa. She wants to meet me in an hour."

  She chewed on her food deliberately, looking anywhere but at him. "Okay. I'll be out of your way soon."

  Nick put down his fork. "I need to see her. I'm going to break up with her. I want to get this over with - the sooner the better."

  Allie stopped chewing. "This is really weird. I never expected you to do that. I'm not trying to make any demands on you."

  Things between them were weird. And they needed to talk about it. They couldn't just ignore it forever. But first he had to meet Marissa. "It would have happened eventually anyway. I know you don't want to talk about us, but we have to. Otherwise, we'll always be awkward around each other. We have to figure this thing out."

  She didn't answer.

  He resumed eating his omelet. "I'll drive you back to your car when you're finished."

  They were both quiet, lost in their respective thoughts.

  ***

  Nick slid into the booth across from Marissa and felt a pang of sympathy for her. She looked beautiful as usual, but there seemed to be an added fervor burning in her eyes today.

  Marissa was always so eager to please him sexually, and yet, last night Nick had not thought twice about ditching her and having sex with Allison all night long. The difference was that Allison actually had deep feelings for him. And he felt an unquestionably strong connection to her. He wasn't ready to put a name on it, especially calling it 'love', but it was something tangible.

  It was something that was missing with Marissa. It always had been. She may have had her reasons for staying with him, but love was not one of them. So while he felt bad about what he was about to do, he knew it was the right thing.

  "So why did you want to meet?"