Silent No More

by N. E. Henderson

  “Damn, I love how wet I make you almost as much as I love fucking you with my fingers.” He adds another finger pushing back inside a bit harder. The rhythm of his thumb stays steady while the pressure inside me is building. My head is spinning. Holy fuck, he’s going to make me come in a room full of people. My friends and his friends are at the other end of the table only a few feet away. I can’t hold back. He’s driving me over the edge. The circling of his thumb increases in speed and now he has three fingers deep inside of me. My legs start to shake a little and he deepens the kiss even more.

  I have no idea how I’m not screaming out. Fuck me. All I want to do is scream his name as the heat in my stomach becomes fierce.

  “Give into it, Shannon. Give into my touch and let go,” he says into my mouth. I grip his shirt tighter, pulling on it as hard as I can. His arm doesn’t move from its place and I crash harder than I ever have before. His mouth covers my cries. He steadies his thumb pressing hard into my clit until the last of my shudders still. I don’t feel him when he removes his hand from underneath my dress. I’m still lost somewhere in what is Nicholas Lockhart.

  When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. His face is only a few inches from mine. “Feel better?” he asks with a knowing grin as he inserts his middle finger into his mouth, quickly sucking it clean.

  Damn, that is hot!

  I nod; it’s all I can do. I’m slowly recovering, but I can’t move yet. He leans down, his lips touching my ear softly.

  “I don’t think there’s anything sexier than watching you come all over my fingers. Tasting your juices is just icing on the fucking cake,” he says and then kisses along my jaw until he’s reached my mouth.

  “Are you two going to continue sucking face all night, or do you plan on joining the rest of us?” I hear Stacy say. I release his lips, turning a glare in her direction. I’m not ready to come down off the rollercoaster Nick set me on a few moments ago. I can see she is still fuming over the ‘weather girl’ comment, but I don’t care.

  She is a fucking weather girl. She needs to get over it already.

  Nick kisses my temple and I stop glaring at her. “Shannon’s tired. I’m going to take her home now,” he announces. I don’t question him, but I am not tired. We’ve only been here maybe two hours max. Plus, I’m currently minus a home.

  “She doesn’t look tired,” Stacy says, lifting her wine to take a sip. She really isn’t going to let his comment go.

  “Oh, she’s going to be. Trust me,” Nick replies with a smirk; everyone hears him.

  And…he really just said that.

  Stacy almost chokes on her wine as the rest of my friends burst out laughing. Nick’s friends just smile at him.

  “I like him,” Katelyn declares. She finishes off her drink, turning her attention back to Shane. Nick pulls me off the stool and looks to the other side of the room. He makes some type of hand gesture, and then a man in a business suit nods.

  “It was nice meeting you all, and ladies, those two are up for grabs,” he says gesturing to Shane and Matt, “but Jase is off limits,” he says. I eye him and then Jase. What the hell is that about, I wonder? He isn’t wearing a ring.

  “Thanks, bro, because I needed that,” Jase says sarcastically.

  “Let’s go. There’s somewhere I want to take you,” he says, guiding me in the direction of the elevator.

  Once we are in the car, he pulls out of the parking lot heading west on Ocean Ave. I figure he is heading to The Cove, but he doesn’t make his turn south. Instead, he continues until he reaches PCH. Taking the exit, he heads north for about ten minutes. Before I know it, he’s exiting off the highway and driving through a neighborhood. Soon, he’s pulling into a driveway outside someone’s house. My curiosity is at its peak. Where has he taken me?

  In front of us is a medium-sized house. It’s brick with a small porch on the front and a rattan-hanging chair on the end. “Let’s go inside,” he says as he turns off the ignition, opens the car door and steps out. I follow, stepping out of the car into the warm night air. Walking up behind him to the front door, I’m wondering why we are here, and even though I don’t know whose house this is, I think I like it. It’s not too big, and it smells like the ocean. I don’t think we’re that far from the beach.

  He unlocks the door with a key from his key ring. Why does this look odd to me? He lets me walk in first and the lights automatically come on. The door closes behind me and I hear a dog barking, perhaps more than one. Maybe this house belongs to a friend of his, and he’s here to feed and water their pet or pets. It doesn’t seem like anyone’s home.

  “Whose house is this?” I ask, following him through the foyer, past the stairs and into the kitchen.

  “Mine,” he replies as he places his keys on the granite kitchen island.

  “I thought you lived at The Cove?” I ask, confused. Why has he been staying at The Cove if he has a house not far from the place or even work?

  “No, I was just staying there while my house was having some renovation work done,” he says and walks to the back door. Upon opening it, two dogs barrel in and start jumping on Nick, begging for attention.

  I smile because I love dogs, and his are beautiful. They are both German Shepherds. The big one is black and tan, while the small one, who looks to be a young puppy, is solid white. The puppy jumps off Nick running up to me. The puppy slides into my legs as it tries to stop, but can’t because of the slick hardwood floor.

  Bending down, I scoop the little furry ball up into my arms. “I hope you like dogs,” Nick says as he closes the door leading out to the backyard and moves to a large plastic container holding their dog food. He scoops food into two bowls, placing them underneath the granite island. I place the puppy down on the floor; she takes her place next to the bigger dog.

  “I love dogs,” I say enthusiastically. “I’ve never gotten a dog because I can’t stand the thought of one cramped in a small place. I volunteer occasionally at an animal shelter so I can play with them,” I say, walking to stand next to Nick in the kitchen.

  “The big guy is Niko and she’s Charmin,” he states and I raise an eyebrow. Surely not.

  “What’s that look for?”

  “Um, her name,” I say as I gesture to his puppy. “It’s not after the toilet paper is it?” No way would someone name their pet after that.

  “Yeah,” Nick laughs. “She’s white, soft and definitely fluffy.” He has an amused look on his face.

  “And Niko? Where did he get his name from?” I ask.

  “A character from a video game,” he responds and I almost burst out laughing.

  “You play video games,” I state. He does not look like a man who plays video games.

  “Not often, but they can be entertaining, and hell, I’m guy, so yeah,” he laughs out as he picks me up and sits me on the island. I smile. “So do you like my house?” he asks as he positions himself between my thighs. My dress rides up to accommodate him. I could get used to him constantly between my thighs.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I say, “I don’t know yet. I haven’t had a tour.” I only say that so he will show me the rest. I can already tell I like his house.

  With that, he scoops me into his arms and turns. “This is the kitchen, over there is the living room,” he says while gesturing off the side of the kitchen. The kitchen and living room are open to each other, both on the backside of the house. There is a large couch in the center of the room facing the biggest flat screen TV I’ve ever seen.

  Turning again, he walks out of the living room, and back into the foyer. Pointing to the left of the front door, he says, “That is the downstairs bathroom,” and pointing to the right he tells me, “and that is the formal dining room, although not so formal as you see.” I laugh a little. He has a pool table in the formal dining room, where there would typically be a large table.

  He turns around and gestures up the stairs. “There are two guest bedrooms up there. They are empty, so there is
no need to show you two bare rooms.” He walks past the stairs into another room. He flips the switch on the wall and dim lights come on.

  “This is the master, my room,” he explains as he sets my feet on the floor. The room is warm, but modern. The walls are grey; the furniture is black and the bedding is all white. The bedding is the only thing white in the room. His bed is large; I’d say it’s a king size. I really like the look and feel of this room. Hell, I love the look and feel of this house.

  “I wouldn’t have pictured you in a rather normal-size house,” I say, turning to take everything in.

  “I grew up in a huge house and hated it,” he says emphasizing the word hated. He takes his jacket off and places it across the back of a chair in the corner. He closes the bedroom door; I assume because he doesn’t want the dogs to come in here after they’ve finished their meal.

  “What, no dogs in the bedroom?” I ask as he walks to me.

  “They are allowed in here; just not at this very moment,” he says with a knowing grin. He runs both hands down my arms.

  “Right now, the only thing I want to play with is you.” His smile is wicked. My heart rate increases at the possibility.

  He kneels on the floor and lifts my foot to rest on his knee. He unbuckles my sandal, tosses it to the floor, and repeats the step with the other foot. Once he is done, he stands back up and looks down at me. His eyes are hooded, but his face is playful. I smile at him and reach for his tie to loosen it. The way this man looks at me causes goose bumps to form all over my skin. Once I have it pulled out of his shirt, I toss it in the direction of the chair.

  I untuck his shirt from his pants and start unbuttoning. Once I have the last button undone, I place my hands underneath, and rub upward until I reach his shoulders. His skin is hot and heats my fingers. From there, I push the shirt off and it pools on the floor behind him.

  He kicks his shoes off, lowers his head down to my neck, and kisses that spot he likes so much. “You look like heaven dressed in white,” he tells me as he reaches behind my back to pull the zipper down. “If you didn’t feel like heaven, I couldn’t bear to take it off,” he says breathily as my dress is pooling on the floor. The things this man says makes me weak in the knees.

  The bulge in his pants is hard and aching to be released. I can feel it pressing again my stomach. I want to feel it. I want to taste it; I have an overwhelming need to have it in my mouth.

  I undo the buckle on his belt and pull it from the loops of his pants, letting it fall to the floor. I pop the button on his pants as he’s unclasping my bra. He tosses my bra to the floor and I pull down the zipper of his pants.

  Kneeling on the floor, I grab his pants and boxer briefs and yank them down, freeing his hard length. He’s naked and I’m kneeling down in front of him only wearing my silky white panties. In this moment, I want nothing more than to worship his cock with my mouth.

  He’s looking down at me and I’m gazing up at him. He has a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It’s a look of power and strength, lust and need. He looks glorious from this angle. I think I would do anything for him.

  I grab his penis, fisting my hand around the base and bring my lips to it. Opening my mouth, I dart my tongue out and twirl it around the tip. I hear a quick intake of air and then he moans low when I run my tongue along the underside and along each side of him, coming back to the tip and twirling my tongue again. His cock is fully lubricated with my saliva.

  Opening wide, I take him in my mouth, clasping my hand tighter around his cock. He grabs hold of my hair, fisting my red locks in his hands.

  “Fuck, Shannon, God, that feels good,” he says, breathlessly. I move back and forth, my mouth and hand in unison. I continue this rhythm for a few more seconds then quicken the pace. I move my hand down, cupping his testicles and tug lightly. I take him further in my mouth.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he shouts. I go deeper and speed up a little. I take him slightly down my throat swallowing as I continue the pace, going back and forth.

  “I’m going to come,” he says through pants as he tightens the grip on my hair. Strands are pulled taut and it’s a little painful, but I don’t slow down. I don’t care how hard he pulls. The harder he pulls the more turned on I am. He spills himself into my mouth and I swallow as it shoots out, running down my throat. I don’t lose a drop as I find myself liking the salty taste of his seed.

  “Fuck,” he says breathlessly, releasing my hair.

  “Feel better?” I repeat the same question he asked me only an hour earlier.

  “Much,” he says and holds out his hand for me to take. I do and he helps me stand. He leans down and kisses me passionately. He cups both butt cheeks as he lifts my legs to wrap around his waist.

  “Thank you, baby,” he says, walking over to the bed. He gently places me in the center of the mattress, and he pulls a pillow underneath my head for comfort. Then he settles between my legs and pulls my panties off slowly while planting soft kisses down the center of my right thigh. He tosses my panties behind him and trails more kiss up the inside of the same thigh. He has a devilish grin playing across his face. It’s cute.

  Running his right hand underneath my thigh and upward, he grabs the flesh of my ass cheek in his hand and squeezes. “I want to fuck this beautiful ass, baby. Will you let me?” he asks and I’m startled. This I did not anticipate. No one and no object has ever entered that region, and I never plan for it to.

  Where the hell did that come from? Right out of left fucking field, that’s where.

  I shake my head from side to side. I can only imagine the terrified look I must be giving Nick. He moves across to my left thigh and plants soft kisses along the inside.

  “I want to have a part of you that no other person has had or will ever have. Will you give this to me?” he asks and his grin has gone to a serious stare. I sit up on my elbows.

  “What makes you think I’ve never don¾” He cuts me off before I finish my sentence.

  “Because the truth was written all over your beautiful face when I asked.” Oh. Giving it serious consideration, I contemplate what he has just told me he wants to do to my ass. Can I do it? Do I want to do it? I really don’t think I do. I shake my head from left to right again, giving him my final answer.

  “Fine…not tonight, but Shannon…” he pauses and smiles at me. He’s not mad that I just told him no to something he really wanted. “I will have this,” he finishes as he squeezes my bottom again. “Close your eyes, baby.”

  I comply, but I feel the mattress expand and I know Nick has just gotten out of the bed. He is back moments later and he straddles my stomach. “Don’t open those beautiful eyes unless I say so.” What is this man planning? At least, he isn’t trying to enter the back door.

  With my eyes shut, my sense of hearing hitches up a notch or two. I feel him above me, but I can’t tell what he is doing. I’m intrigued.

  Nick gathers my arms and pulls them over and above my head. He places them together on the pillow, and then bending down, he starts to kiss my neck, then moves up to my ear before he is trailing feather-like kisses along my jaw. Finally, he reaches my lips. He sucks my bottom lip in between his teeth and bites down. I gasp, giving him full access to my mouth where he takes the kiss to the deepest depth. He alternates mingling his tongue with mine, and sucking on it. God, I love every way this man kisses. He moves from my mouth to the other side of my face. Again, with the feather-like kisses until he reaches my earlobe. He bites, pulling in a downward motion with his teeth. “Ahhh,” I say.

  “You remember the other night when I told you that you might regret what you said to me?” Nick says. His voice is soft and seductive.

  “Huh?” I say, trying to think, but not being able to. With his lips on me, I can’t seem to concentrate.

  He releases my hand and I feel his lips form into a smile before he starts to trail more kisses down my neck. “Baby, this is going to be my retribution,” he states. What the hell is
he going on about?

  His hands are skimming down each side of my body; I want to wrap my hands around his shoulders, but I can’t. I tug, but my wrists won’t move. “Be still,” I hear him say, but I open my eyes to see what is keeping me from moving them. Arching my head back, I see my wrists bound together with the tie he was wearing earlier. My mind flashes back to a dark memory. No. No. I start to struggle.

  “Get it off! Stop! No,” I gasp, a sob is forming in my chest. I’m yanking on the material, but I’m not getting anywhere. I’m only making my wrists hurt.

  “Baby, stop. I’m just having fun with you,” Nick says. I can barely register his words. Panic fills my chest

  This isn’t fun. Nothing about this is fun or okay. I feel the urge to scream, to struggle. The sound catches in my throat, yet I continue to struggle and try bucking him off me. “Shannon!” Nick calls my name as he reaches over me, releasing me from my binds.

  “Get off!” I yell. Once my wrists are free and I can move my arms, I reach up and try to shove Nick off me. I half succeed, and he lands on the bed on his side. His expression is one of shock.

  “What the fuck?” he says and sits up. He’s looking at me through eyes filled with caution. My breathing is heavy and I sit up. Reaching behind me quickly, I snatch a pillow and hug it to my chest.

  I’m okay.

  My wrists hurt, but I’m okay. I’ve never freaked out like this before. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I…I’m sorry, but maybe you should tell a girl before you do that,” I respond, my voice just a whisper. Fuck. He probably thinks I’m crazy. Maybe I am. No, I’m not, I remind myself.