She stretched herself up along my body and wrapped her arms around my neck. I crouched down a little to meet her halfway. “Let me taste you, Nicholas.”
My entire body froze at her words. The image of Avery on her knees with my dick in her mouth exploded inside my head in technifuckingvcolor. I wish I could say it crossed my mind to tell her she didn’t have to, but it didn’t. I wanted her sucking me dry so badly, I’d have promised her anything.
So I didn’t say anything when I let her push me back against the glass panel and she slowly lowered herself in front of me. I was so turned on in anticipation, my cock was already forged in steel by the time her knees hit the shower tile.
Avery didn’t waste any time. She took my cock in her hand and I was in her hot, wet mouth within seconds. I dropped my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. She sucked at the head and worked her way as far down as she could go. My cock was just shy of nine inches, so I knew it’d be a challenge for her to take all of me, but she was trying.
And I loved her for it.
She held on to the base and moved her hand up and down to help compensate for what she couldn’t swallow and the dual sensations were bringing me close. I opened my eyes and looked down to watch her suck my dick. She wasn’t looking up at me, trying to give me those stupid porn star eyes. She was putting everything she had into forcing a climax out of me.
Watching her suck, nibble, tease and slobber all over my stiff shaft was working me up into a frenzy, and as much as I wanted to blow my stacks down her throat, I wanted to see it all over her body more.
“Avery!” I grabbed her by her hair, yanked her head back with enough force to dislodge her from my cock, and after the first splash landed on her cheek, I aimed my cock to finish cumming on her lips, neck and tits. I rubbed in her skin before rinsing her off and carrying her to my bed.
Soaking wet and all.
Chapter 14
Greed: Because I can't stop thinking about him and wanting more….much, much more.
Avery~
I heard a faint ringing/buzzing in my ear and wondered who would dare interrupt my slumber at all hours of the morning on a Saturday. I opened my eyes….well, eye and looked around for the offending noise and possibly a clock. I saw the clock on the night stand and the bastard was trying to convince me that it was already ten am.
What bullshit.
The malicious ringing/buzzing that was coming from my purse blessedly stopped. But it didn’t matter, I was already awake enough to have to get up and pee.
I crept out of bed in all my naked glory as slowly as I could and it wasn’t to be considerate of Nicholas. It was because my entire body hurt and I couldn’t move any faster than a crippled turtle. I made my way to the bathroom door and looked back to see if Nicholas was still sleeping. Satisfied that I hadn’t woken him up, I went in to do my business.
“Motherfucker!”
I heard a faint ‘Avery’ coming from the other side of the door, but all I could focus on were the fires of hell currently singeing my lady bits. Nicholas must have torn me sometime last night. After I had given him head in the shower, he took me back to his bed where he preceded with rounds three and four. It was past three in the morning when I slid off his body and passed out.
I cringed when I heard pounding on the door. “Avery!”
“I’m fine, Nicholas. Just….just give me a minute, please.” I knew he was stubborn, but I prayed just this one time he would cut me some slack.
“Are you sure?” I could hear him clearing his throat. “I can help with whatever you need, Imp.”
I was going to end up falling in love with this lunatic. “I’m fine, really. Just….I’ll be out in a sec.”
I waited to hear if he’d say anything more, but when I was satisfied that he went back to bed, I very, very tenderly wiped myself clean and hobbled my way to the sink to wash my hands and face.
I looked like a train wreck. Nicholas had went and gotten my purse out of the foray after round three so I could grab the scrunchie I always kept in there. He must have attempted to tame my hair after I passed out on him, because I didn’t remember putting my hair up…but there it was….up.
As I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, I noticed random bruises and bite marks all over my body and I instantly felt my nether regions clench in satisfaction. Nicholas made last night everything I wanted it to be. I’d never been so sexually sated in all my life. I supposed I should hobble myself out of this bathroom and at least thank the man.
I opened the door and ran smack dab into a wall of muscle.
A wall of yummy, scrumptious, washboard hard, muscled sexiness.
He never went back to bed. He’d been standing outside the door the entire time. I managed to tear my eyes away from his body and peeked up at him. “Hey.”
He tilted his head to the side and all playfulness was gone from his expression. “Why were you screaming profanities first thing in the morning-ish, Avery?”
I let out a deep sigh. I didn’t want to tell him the truth, and the truth was more selfish than the need to shelter him from knowing he might have actually harmed me. If my venus fly trap was indeed torn, there was no way we could keep on with our weekend sex-fest and I wasn’t ready to leave just yet. “First of all, it was one profanity. Singular.” I chewed on my lower lip like that action alone would heal me and make all this awkwardness go away. “Second, I think I may have ripped a little or something, because I thought I was going to catch on fire when I went pee just now.”
He didn’t say anything and I couldn’t read the look on his face. If he didn’t say something soon, it was very possible I was going to burst into tears. He suddenly lifted me into his arms, carried me over to the bed much like he did last night and gently laid me down on the bed. “I’ll be right back, Imp.”
I did my best to relax, but shit was just super unpleasant downstairs. I heard water running and thought how unfair life was. After last night I could barely move, but he was walking around here with a perfectly able body.
The jackhole.
I think I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing I knew, Nicholas was lifting up in his arms again and carrying me back into the bathroom. It was when he set me down that I noticed his magnificent piece of aquatic heaven was filled with water and a massive layer of bubbles.
My knees almost fell out from under me.
“I know you have an undiagnosed phobia about using my tub, Imp, but this isn’t up for discussion. You get in peacefully or I tie you up and drop you in. Either method works for me.”
I turned around to face him and I knew he was serious. I nodded my head in agreement because my body hurt too much to argue. Plus, I didn’t want the first time he tied me up to be because he was forcing a bath on me.
I could taste the mint on his breath when he leaned down to kiss me. I knew he was silently thanking me for not being difficult.
I did my best to get into the tub without busting my ass, and thankfully, while not graceful, I managed to make it in. Nicholas got in behind me and his added size brought the water level to my neck.
It felt wonderful.
He had the jets on low so it felt more like a soft massage than a deep tissue torturing. “Thank you, Nicholas.”
I felt his chest move when he gruffed behind me. “Not sure how thankful you’ll be feeling when I trample all over your comfort level and spread you wide on the bed so I can get a look at the damage.”
I inwardly cringed. I knew it seemed ridiculous when you consider he’s already had his face all up close and personal with my vagina, but that kind of attention, when it wasn’t sexual, was different. It was up there with peeing in front of each other. “That’s not-”
“Not asking you, Imp.” He began to massage the back of my neck and tops of my shoulders.
I decided not to argue. I wasn’t a complete fool and I know my body needed to make the most of this amazing bath. I rested the back of my head on his chest and just e
njoyed the sensations of the jets and his hands. A few quiet seconds later, a thought occurred to me. “Why do you have bubble bath?”
He sniffed. “I always have…uh, female pampering stuff here in case my mom ever stops by.” I was silently shocked when he got a little more personal. “Well, technically, she’s Chase’s mom, but she’s my mother for all intents and purposes.” I didn’t know how to reply to that, or even if I should, so I just kept quiet.
Twenty minutes later, when the water started to cool, Nicholas got out and brought me his robe and tied it around me once he got me out of the tub. “Go lay down while I clean up in here.”
I did as I was told knowing it wasn’t worth the struggle, plus he was just trying to take care of me. I’d be an idiot not to let him.
The bed was a tangle mess of sheets, so I tossed them towards the foot of the bed and threw myself down across the middle.
He returned from the bathroom and didn’t say a word as he separated the tails of my robe. He took hold of both my ankles and pushed them upwards. Once my knees were up, he spread them apart, and even though I knew he was doing this for medicinal purposes, I could feel myself getting wet.
How mortifying!
He propped himself between my legs as if he was getting ready to make all my dreams come true. Unfortunately for me, he actually went to separating my folds and actually inspecting me. He let out a dream crushing hiss, “Avery, baby, it doesn’t look good.”
I squeezed my eyes shut at my embarrassment. “So what’s the verdict, doc?” I quipped, trying to hide my humiliation.
I could feel him probing around down there. “I don’t see that anything is actually ripped, but you’re red and very swollen, baby.”
“That sucks.”
“Does this hurt?”
And to my utter surprise and sexual delight, Nicholas swept his tongue from my ass to my clit. I couldn’t believe how delicious it felt. I’m not sure what magic his tongue was made of, but it soothed the pain. Too bad it created another ache. “No,” I breathed out, “it feels wonderful.”
“Good,” and then he went back to licking my beaten pussy. I could tell he was trying his best to keep his ministrations tender, but he was losing the battle.
I dug my hands in his hair and brought my knees up higher. “Nicholas, don’t stop!”
“Not a chance in hell, Imp.” He rasped, while he paid special attention to the opening of my pussy, since that was what was mostly bruised up. But he still circled and nibbled my clit enough to bring on an impending orgasm. I was so tender that it didn’t take long at all for the tremors to start.
“I’m cumming, oh God, I’m cumming!” I pulled on his beautiful, thick hair and ground my pussy into his face as wave after blissful wave consumed my body.
By the time I came down off those waves, Nicholas was already kissing his way back up my body. “You know what this means, right?”
“My turn to reciprocate,” I asked.
“Uh, no, and you better not ever suck my dick out of misplaced obligation.” He actually sounded offended. “Whenever my dick is in your mouth, it better be because you want it there.”
I blew out a sputtered breath. “Yeah, okay. Then I’m guessing this means no more sexy time.” The bastard laughed. “Fine, but just give me a few minutes to say goodbye to your bed, tub and shower, and then I’ll call a cab or Uber or whatever.
He instantly sat up. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I propped myself up on my elbows and wondered how he could be so gorgeous, so wealthy but so slow in the head. “So, we’re still going to be able to have sex?”
He drew in his eyebrows in genuine confusion. “Of course not, you’re so inflamed there’s no way I’d be able to fit my pinky in there, must less my fucking dick.”
I sat up all the way. “Exactly my point, Nicholas. If we can’t continue down the river of lust on the fornication gondola, why wouldn’t you want me gone?
“River of lust? Fornication gondola?” He ran his hands down his face. “Are you on medication? Did you forget to take a pill or something?”
I pointed my finger in his face. “You’re an asshole.” As soon as I heard him laughing I stood up to find some clothes and get the hell out of here.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and locked me back down on his lap before I could take one step. “You’re not leaving, Imp,” He managed in between chuckles.
I started to protest. “But-”
“Avery, if you don’t heal then we’ll just suck and lick each other the rest of the weekend.”
“But-”
“Baby, I will live with my face in your pussy till my jaw locks up,” he insisted.
I sank into his embrace and mumbled a very compliant, “Okay.”
I’m so weak.
Nicholas~
While I wanted to stay in bed with this woman, it was almost noon already and we needed to eat. “Hungry, Imp?’
She wiggled her ass and snuggled herself closer to me. “Starving,” she whispered.
“Alright, let’s go into the kitchen so I can feed you, baby.” She stood up and as she stepped back to give me room to stand, I playfully slapped her ass.
She had a fine ass.
“Going to stick with the robe, or do you want a t-shirt?”
“T-shirt, please.”
As I was walking over to my closet, I heard her phone ringing inside her purse. I had retrieved it for her last night and dumped it on one of the corner chairs in my room. Apparently Isabella or Quinn didn’t take my threat last night seriously. I’m betting it was Quinn. Isabella was probably still under Julian.
I started digging into her purse. “Let Quinn know you’re safe and sound and to quit bothering us.”
She let out a soft laugh. “How do you know it’s not Izzy?”
I looked back at her with a come-on look as I fished out her phone. It was only when I glanced down at the phone that I saw the caller I.D. wasn’t identifying the caller as Quinn, Q, Isabella, Izzy, or Iz.
It read ‘Michael’ across the screen.
And because I’ve already proven I have no sense when it comes to this girl, I committed the ultimate sin that is invasion of privacy. I answered the phone of a woman who wasn’t my wife.
I heard her justified gasp of outrage as she witnessed me swiping at the screen. “Hello.”
“Uhm…” There was a small pause, no doubt he was looking at his phone to make sure he had dialed the correct contact. “I’m looking for Avery Ellis.”
“Who may I ask is calling?” I needed to apologize to Chase for his jealousy last night at karaoke.
For someone who was in some serious physical discomfort, Avery jumped off the bed and ran towards me like a competing track star when she realized it wasn’t Quinn or Isabella calling her. “Oh my God,” she shrieked. “Give me my phone!”
“Is that Avery I hear?” Douchebag asked.
Because Avery was blessedly so much shorter than I was, she didn’t stand a chance. You know that classic scene where big brother has little sister’s diary and he’s holding it up over his head so she can’t reach it. That’s us right now, except her phone is at my ear and I have my other hand planted on her furrowed little forehead. “Since you didn’t hear me the first time, I’ll ask again. Who’s calling?”
And then he said something that colored my vision red. “None of your goddamn business. Now put Avery on the phone. You know…the phone that’s hers.”
I didn’t realize the level of arrogance I had surpassed until it dawned on me that I never thought about her life beyond work, Quinn and Isabella. It never occurred to me that she had other friends or family. I knew about that tool, Eric, but that was because I just happened to bump into them in the SMA lobby that day. Knowing all that, though, it still didn’t stop the next words that came out of my mouth. “See that’s where you’re wrong, asshole. Seeing as how, at this moment, Avery is standing in front of me wearing nothing but my robe, I’d say any man ca
lling her is my fucking business.” I was staking my claim and I didn’t care what Avery thought about it.
My statement was met with utter silence.
I heard the fuck clear his throat at the same time Avery started calling me everything but a pedophile. “Be that as it may, but unless she’s walking around in your robe and wearing your ring on her finger, you will still always come second to me, you sonofabitch. Now, if you’re done pissing all over my sister, can you put her on the fucking phone?!”
His sister???
Fuck. My. Life.
Paralyzed by my shock, Avery was able to wrestle her phone away from my hand. I stood there staring at her as she tried to smooth things over with her brother. “I’m so sorry about that Michael.” I could hear some muffled yelling through her phone, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying to her. However, if the daggers she was shooting at me were any indication, it wasn’t good.
She told him to hold on and with barely controlled anger she spoke to me. “Would you mind giving me some privacy so that I can explain to my brother how sometimes the mixture of your anti-depressants and anti-psychotic medications result in stupidity?”
I wanted to stay, but if I wanted to keep this woman with me for the rest of the weekend without resorting to committing unlawful imprisonment, I figured I’d better go start on breakfast/lunch. “Sure. Uh, just pick out whichever shirt you want to wear from my closet.” I left the room hoping like hell she would meet me in the kitchen after her conversation and not try to sneak out the front door.
About ten minutes later, I was starting on the eggs when she finally joined me. I looked back at her over my shoulder as she made her way to the breakfast bar and I almost choked on my own tongue.
She looked so hot in my shirt. “How do you like your eggs?”
I almost shouted for joy when she answered. “Over medium,” she said as she sat at the breakfast bar.
I looked away from her and back down to the skillet, hoping she didn’t see the huge sigh of relieve my body let out. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just made some bacon and toast with some eggs.” I shrugged my shoulder. “Plus, Julian’s the cook. I can’t do much in here.”
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