by Wyatt, Dani
“Dad,” I interrupt, feeling the heat rise to my face. I don’t know why, but I don’t want Nikolas to know that we’ve been talking about him while he was gone. But now everyone is staring at me and my blush only deepens. “I only said that you’re from New York and I doubt that we share any of the same interests and…” I’m rambling, aren’t I?
God, kill me now.
Nikolas’ grin spreads slowly, but it’s aimed at me as he takes his place so close I can feel the heat rising off him and it’s melting between my legs. At least, I hope that’s why I’m suddenly feeling damp.
“What are your passions, Nikolas?” My mom breaks the sudden silence with smalltalk, something she’s particularly good at.
“Passions?”
“Yes. What do you care about most? Is it the environment, like Melissa? I’ll tell you, when they had those Paris accords about reducing the damage we were doing to the climate, well, Robert and I might not have completely understood it all but Missy was up on her soapbox, telling us how important it was and—”
“Mom.”
“What? I’m just explaining what you’re passionate about, and I want to know how Nikolas feels. It’s called conversation, darling.”
Nikolas smiles, seemingly at home with all eyes on him. “Well, I can’t say that I was completely in favor of the Paris Climate Agreement.”
“See,” I interject. “Chalk and cheese.”
“...but I’d be willing to hear Missy’s opinion on it if she wanted to change my mind. I might not have been the worlds biggest environmental crusader in the past, but I am always open to a good debate. Never know, I could learn something.”
“What? Really?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. But is he really willing to listen to a small town lawyer like me about anything? I thought he’d be far too high and mighty…
“Really,” he says, and without warning I feel a fingertip run up my bare thigh, lifting my skirt.
And my reflex reaction kicks in.
As my arms flail and I jump back, my glass of water clangs against his and I watch in horror as it seems to move in slow motion. I’m already starting to stand up, but the water sloshes in the glass as it wobbles and finally tips. Nikolas’s hand goes for the glass, but too late and he only succeeds in making it tip faster, further, and the contents spill all over us both.
Time returns to normal as I gasp, the chilly water soaking into my skirt and panties where I’m certain a wet patch was already forming. It’s also covered Nikolas’s shirt, making it cling to the outline of rock-solid pectorals that have me gaping before I can drag my eyes away.
“Oops, clumsy.” Mom laughs. “Never mind, no harm done. Follow me, you two, I’ll grab a towel.”
* * *
“Don’t ever touch me like that again,” I mutter in a rushed burst.
There’s no anger in my words, just necessity as we walk to the door after the meal, rubbing at the damp patch in the front of my skirt.
Nikolas flashes me a grin. “That’s not what you said in the limo earlier.”
“Stop.” I glare at him, but still feel my stomach do a little somersault at the way he’s looking at me like I’m another dessert.
Luckily, the rest of the meal went without a hitch, and small talk simmered down to nothing of any consequence at all. What I did see was Nikolas more at home here than he looked in that hotel when I met him last night. He seems to have enjoyed a family meal more than I would have expected, and I have to wonder if he’s just acting the part for my parents’ sake, or if he’s just trying to charm me into letting him have his way… or if, God forbid, he actually really is that perfect.
“The sofa’s lumpy, just so you know,” I say coldly.
“I like lumpy,” he replies, staring pointedly at my tits.
And I can’t help the shiver that rocks my whole body.
“That was work,” Penny says coming back into the room, tapping on her phone as she stands in the doorway to the living room. “Henry can’t make it for his shift tonight again. He has the flu and they’ve asked me to cover. Can you drop me off at the hospital before you go home, sis?”
I scrunch up my face. The roads from here to our place are busy and should be free of snow, but going out to the hospital will take us along some narrow, icy tracks and my little car isn’t really designed for those kind of conditions.
“Sure,” I say with a frown. “We might have to take the long way around though. I’m not sure about the roads…”
“Okay. I’ll let them know I might be a little late.” Penelope smiles and picks up her phone again, but my dad interrupts.
“No, forget that, I’ll drive you out there in my truck. We can cut across the farm to save a little time, too.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “I’d feel happier knowing my little girl is safe. That truck is built for this kind of weather. And we’ll be there before your shift starts.”
“That’s settled then,” Mom says with a smile. “You two may as well get going. Don’t want any more snow on the roads or you’ll be sleeping here.”
As she sees us out of the front door, Nikolas leans in to my side, whispering, “Looks like it’s just the two of us tonight.”
“Hey, don’t get any ideas,” I reply as I unlock the car. “You’re on the lumpy sofa. I’m in the bed. Alone.”
Chapter 8
Nikolas
“There you go.” Missy tucks the sheet onto the sofa cushions and fists her hands on her hips, nodding toward the coffee table. “There’s towels if you want a shower. Guest bath is right there.” She nods toward a door on the wall next to the kitchen. “The water takes a long time to get hot. So be patient.”
A cold shower is what I probably need, I want to say.
The house is warm, cozy, with simple furnishings. The walls are a soft beige and the furniture is overstuffed and dated, but in good shape. There are books and photos on shelves and tables and I want to ask her about all of them.
“How long have you lived here?” I manage, hoping the question is innocuous enough to let that bit of fear in her eyes ebb away.
“Just since I graduated. It’s my sister’s place. I’m a first year at my firm, so…” She draws a shoulder to her ear and I want to give her everything. “Well, at least around here, first years are practically interns.”
There’s a scratching and barking at the back door and after a log look, she heads through the kitchen and in come four panting, running, furry beings that circle me then rub on my pant legs. But instead of pulling away, I reach down and scratch the medium sized brown one behind the ear.
“He likes you,” she says, leaning on the doorway between the two rooms. “And he doesn’t like too many.”
“Huh.” I look down into the brown eyes looking up at me. “He looks happy. Like he’s smiling. I didn’t know dogs could smile.”
“They can.”
She walks back into the kitchen and I hear the sound of something being poured into a metal bowl, and all the dogs bolt in that direction.
“Dinner time.” She comes back out, then closes a half gate in the doorway. “I’ll keep them in here for the night so they won’t bother you.”
“It’s okay.”
She shakes her head. “They’ll be on the sofa with you. They will smother you then make you sleep on the floor.”
God, I want her. I want to grab her and tear her clothes off. The scent and taste of her pussy is already branded into my memory, and I need more, but the look in her eyes tells me now is not the time.
She looks at me like she wants to say something, but then just looks down and walks toward a hallway on the other side of the living room. “Have a good night.” She turns and disappears down the hallway, leaving my cock weeping and my heart pounding.
I zip open my garment bag and pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, set them on the sofa, then grab the towel and head to the shower because I know without some cold water, sleep will be im
possible. It will probably be impossible anyway, knowing she’s laying in her bed just on the other side of a wall.
The cold water does nothing to dampen my filthy thoughts. The water warms and I think of stroking off, of trying to relieve some of the pressure in my balls, but it doesn’t feel right.
I want to feel her. I want to only cum on her or in her. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I feel myself changing and I have no urge to fight off whatever this is.
I towel off my hair, wipe the water from my body, then realize I fucking took out my clothes but didn’t bring them in the bathroom with me. My brain isn’t right. It’s buzzing with lust and I click the knob and swing open the door.
“Oh shit.” Missy is standing just outside the bathroom door, wearing this white nightgown and knee high rubber boots, holding her phone. “I, uh…” Her eyes are wide but that’s not what I notice. Her nipples are poking through the thin fabric and my dick stands straight up, pushing the towel up with it. “I forgot my phone in the car…” she finishes, but her eyes are pinned to my hard-on, which there is no chance of hiding.
I watch her mouth fall open and her soft pink tongue dances on her bottom lip.
“I guess he’s saying what I want to say.” I walk forward as my pulse races in my ears. “Do you have anything to say in retort, council?”
She pinches her lips together and squeezes her eyes shut, then blurts out. “I went out to get my phone, then I looked through the keyhole while you were in the shower. There. Are you happy?”
“When I’m around you, I’m always happy.”
I brush the back of my hand over the fabric covering her nipples and hear her stifle a moan.
“We shouldn’t do this…” she hisses, but instead of stepping away I see her swallow as she looks down, and I move my hand to her other nipple.
Her eyes flick up and I see the conflict. It’s the same look she had in the limo just before—
She tosses her phone onto the sofa and drops her hands to my waist, tugging at the towel and then flinging it across the room as she drops to her knees.
“You are zero to sixty—” I start, but she looks up at me, cutting me off.
“Shut up.”
“How about we shut you up with my cock in your mouth?”
Her hands grip the shaft and pleasure rocks through my body. I bring a hand to rest on her head, pushing it back so her eyes are on my face.
“Is this what you want?” I need to be sure. One second she’s pushing me away and the next, she’s a cougar on her prey.
I’m getting whiplash.
“Yes.” She tries to nod but my hand controls her head.
“Then suck,” I grunt out, letting my hand fall away and pressing my hips forward as her tongue darts out to lick at the tip, making me suck in a breath as my head falls back and my eyes close, taking in the moment.
She licks up the shaft, one hand reaching under to cup my balls with a soft squeeze as an overwhelming feeling of possession overtakes me.
Her tongue flicks and flutters around the edge of the head before I push through her lips and into the wet heat of her mouth.
As I look down, her eyes float upward, locked on mine, and I see the desire there. My balls are already drawing up tight, ready to spray my release down her throat, but I use all my willpower to hold off. I need more, I need everything, and I want this to last forever.
I grab the sides of her head and rock my hips back and forth, listening to the wet gagging sounds she makes as she takes most of my length down her throat.
“Fuck that’s good.” I fuck faster and she takes everything I’m giving. “You were made for me.”
It’s been so long since I’ve had any contact with a woman, and I’m happy as fuck right now. It’s like I knew she was coming. I needed to purify myself with time so this, right now, would feel like the first time.
I groan as I clench my teeth, my cock throbbing as my balls draw tight to my body. I drive my cock forward, feeling the back of her throat and holding myself there, looking down at her tearing eyes as she stares up at me for approval.
“Rub your clit,” I order, and she drops the hand from my balls, spreading her legs.
I watch her hand move and pretty soon she’s moaning around my cock, her fingers making sloppy wet sounds as her eyelids start to droop.
“Jesus, you’re sexy,” I manage, as she breathes in gasping moans around my shaft, then she starts to tremble and I’m done.
“Swallow,” I groan out as I let myself go, emptying myself down her throat as stars dance in my eyes and my knees threaten to buckle, her own orgasm making her throat clench in spasms around my dick, milking more and more cum into her mouth.
She swallows, again and again. Every drop I give her, she takes, then licks my dick clean, running her tongue around her puffy pink lips.
I reach down with both hands and take hers, pulling her up, taking a minute to admire her as she stands there in her little white nightgown, and those heavy rubber boots.
We both smile and she crinkles her nose. “Good look, huh?”
I tip my head to the side. “Every look on you is good, but I know a better one.”
I reach down and pull her nightgown over her head as she kicks the boots off, and I pull her face to mine.
I kiss her hard, swirling my tongue inside her mouth and tasting my own salty release, then I take her hand and pull her toward the hallway.
“Me. You. Your room.” I’m practically grunting like a caveman, but it’s all I have.
Rational thought has left me as she tiptoes in front of me, pulling me down the hall into her room, and I kick the door shut behind us, just in case Penelope comes home.
I don’t want any interruptions.
I push her backwards, shoving her down onto the bed.
“Legs. Open.” I reach down, giving myself a few strokes, my dick as hard as it was before I came. “I’m hungry.”
She reaches up, her hands holding her knees on bent legs, offering all of herself to me.
“The buffet is open,” she squeaks out on a soft giggle, before it turns to a whimpering moan as I drop in front of her and take her clit between my teeth.
Chapter 9
Missy
This man’s tongue should be bronzed and put into a museum.
Wait, no.
A replica of his tongue should be bronzed and put into a museum, because I already know I can’t live without it.
I’m addicted to something that before Nikolas, not only had I never experienced, but I had never imagined how freaking good it could feel.
The scruff of his beard tickles my inner thighs, as I close my eyes and let all the amazing sensations wash through me.
Pleasure twists through every nerve ending in my body, finding places and feelings I didn’t know existed.
His tongue centers its attention on my clit as a finger pushes inside me in slow movements, in and out.
Then faster, as his tongue follows the upbeat tempo. Everything falls away, except what he is doing to me between my legs. I’ve never wanted a man like I’ve wanted Nikolas, and none of it makes sense.
He’s everything I shouldn’t want, but the way he’s touching me now I know he’s everything I need.
My core tightens around his finger, then he adds another and my muscles clench. He licks faster, I hold my breath and let the sensations take over.
My orgasm hits me all at once. No build up, no tingle, just a tsunami of pleasure that makes me twist as his hands reach up and hold me steady. He licks the last of my climax from me and I’m left panting, quivering, as I look up and see the fury in his eyes.
“I want…” I manage, my voice hoarse from my orgasmic screams. “I want you.”
“You’re going to get me.” He pounces on the bed, pulling me up and over him as I straddle his hips. “Show me what you want.”
His cock is huge. It was a challenge to get it in my mouth, but now all I can think about is how it’s going to feel
going inside my pussy. And I feel the need to tell him.
“You should know…” I bite my lip. “I’ve never... I’m a virgin.” I blurt out.
I see the shock I his eyes, then something else. Joy.
“We’ll go slow. Your pussy is drenched, but it’s going to hurt.”
I know he’s right, but the desire pumping inside me far outweighs any fear. I had plenty of opportunities for this moment, especially through college, but it never felt right. I never met anyone that seemed like they really, truly cared about me.
Now I’m here with a guy I barely know, and I want this more than I’ve wanted anything before.
I lower myself onto the first inch, the burning already taking my breath away.
“Breathe.” Nikolas’s voice is soothing as I ease down, the head popping inside me as I draw a sharp breath.
I brace my palms on his chest as I rock slowly, taking him little by little, looking down to see him watching me.
“You’re fucking amazing. You take my breath away.”
“It hurts,” I groan. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Thank Christ,” he replies, and I drop my hips down, taking more and more until he’s seated inside me and I feel like I’m being torn apart.
“You feel so fucking good. You are heaven.”
My body adjusts to him inside me, and I lean forward, then back, and my body is easing the way as I do, releasing more and more slick lubricant until we are moving together.
We catch each other’s rhythm then, and before I know it the pleasure is intensifying, easing out the ache that throbs still in the background.
Nikolas starts fucking me, driving his hips up into my movements, and I have to hold on as he pulls me down, crushing his lips to mine as he holds me steady, thrusting in and out, and for the briefest second I feel something besides the pleasure.
What I think I felt for him, even that first moment in the bar.
I think I love him.
But, that’s impossible. Or is it?