Chapter 21
Pride: Because I didn't make it all this way to let someone break me now!
Nicholas~
We hadn’t uttered a word to each other at all during the cab ride and it wasn’t until she was fumbling with her keys did I realize she was nervous. Now that she’d come off her high, no doubt she was back to being mad at me. But I didn’t care. I’d take whatever she wanted to give me, as long as it wasn’t indifference.
She finally got the door unlocked and as she turned the knob to open the door, I crowded her with my chest, making us cross the threshold together. There was no way in hell I was going to give her the chance to slam the door in my face.
Before she could say a word, I had her back up against the door with my mouth swallowing her gasp of shock. Her fingers got lost in my hair and she started kissing me back. I’ll admit, I didn’t care what her motivation was, I was just glad she was giving back.
I’d only been to her apartment twice, the first night we met when I put her to bed and the night we fought over Katrina. It wasn’t enough for me. She was imprinted all over my house and office. I could hardly sleep or sit at my desk without images of Avery laid out before me, assaulting my brain. I wanted to do the same to her. I wanted her apartment flooded with memories of me in it.
I stepped away from her and pulled my shirt up over my head. She leaned against the door and silently watched as I undressed myself. I locked her pewter eyes to my brown and her tongue darted out, licking her lips as I pushed my jeans and underwear down, freeing my already hard cock.
Her blouse was already torn, so it took no effort at all to reach out and tear the soft fabric in half. She was breathing so hard, I thought her tits were going to pop out of her dainty, green bra.
We stood like that for a few seconds just staring at each other. Her still looking a mess, but now with her shirt torn in half down the middle and me half dressed with my dick hard and begging for her.
I finally reached out and wrapping as much of her hair around my fist as I could, I used that hold on her to push her to her knees. I was going to cram my cock down her throat until she swallowed me whole.
She maintained eye contact with me the entire time she was lowering herself onto the floor. It wasn’t until her knees made contact that she took in the sight in front of her. She wrapped her small hand around my dick and even when she squeezed it, she still couldn’t make her fingers connect. I closed my eyes at the grip she had on my cock. She wasn’t the only one who liked it rough.
I thrust my hip forward, the tip of my dick kissing her lips. “Suck my cock, baby.”
She moaned around the hardness of my dick as she took it down her throat immediately after my request. She circled the base of my cock with her hand preventing me from feeding her my entire length. Her eyes were already watering and I was hitting the back of her throat as it was.
I tightened my hold in her hair and started to fuck her face. Avery let go of my dick and placed her palms flat on my thighs, trying to provide some resistance, but it didn’t work. I continued to shove my dick in her mouth until I could feel the flexing of her throat muscles trying to accommodate me.
I wish I could say I lasted hours and she sucked my dick until her jaw locked, but that’s not what happened. The second she lifted her eyes to mine and I saw the stream of tears flowing down her cheeks, I shot my load so hard down her throat; I almost passed out.
Every man has his kryptonite and I had just discovered mine.
Her tears. I’m pretty sure her tears will forever bring me to my knees.
She swallowed every drop I forced her to take and when she was done, I reached down and hauled her up by her shoulders. I’m the one who just came, but it was her who was trembling. I stood there with my now limp dick out as I finished undressing her completely. I needed her naked. When I was done, I made quick work of removing the rest of my clothes.
I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist as I led us to the couch. I wasn’t in a hurry to get to the bedroom. I wanted to fuck her on her couch, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on her bed and against every wall in this fucking place. By the time I was done here, she’d have to move in order to escape me.
I sat down on the couch and positioned her to straddle my cock. I ran my hands up her ribcage until I had both her tits in my hands. Her nipples were hardened peaks begging for my lips, my tongue and my teeth. I held her full mounds up in an offering and wrapped my mouth around as much of her as I could.
Avery threw her head back, pushing her tits out farther into my face. Every inch of her body tasted like euphoria. I alternate between sucking on her hard nipples to biting them. I didn’t have enough hands, mouths or cocks because I wanted to do everything to her all at once.
I could feel my dick starting to stir again and almost busted out a chorus of Hallelujah. Avery must have felt it too, because she started rubbing her drenched slit back and forth over my length. She whimpered every time the head of my dick bumped that hot, little clit of hers.
I slid one of my hands, palm up in between her spread legs and started rubbing her pussy from clit to hole. She began sliding back and forth over my fingers with more urgency. I knew she needed to be filled. “Tell me what you need, Imp. You need my fingers? Do you want to ride my hand?”
“Yes! Anything, something, whatever, Nicholas, just make me cum,” she begged.
I instantly filled her with three of my fingers. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” She started moving her pussy up and down on my fingers searching for her climax. “It’s not enough, Nicholas!” Avery brought her head up and rested her forehead to mine. “It’s not enough. Please,” she whispered.
This is what I needed from her. I needed her begging for me and only me. I removed my fingers, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her so I could slam her back down on my cock. She dug her fingers into the tops of my shoulders, threw her head back and let out a scream so piercing, her voice broke.
Her fucking voice broke. And it made me feel as if I was the only man on the planet.
I knew the whole idea was for her to ride my cock, but I couldn’t control myself. I lifted my hips driving my dick into her tight cunt every time she slammed back down on me. “Come on, baby. Ride my cock.” I held onto her hips and tried to bury myself into her as far as was humanly possible. “Take my cock, Imp. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
She was a vision of everything my life needed to be. She was so drenched in sweat that most of her makeup was already gone. Her black hair was an even darker mass of silk clinging to her face, neck and shoulders in wet sweat. The only thing missing from her perfection was all my marks that had faded from her body.
Avery removed her hands from my shoulders to cradle my face in her hands. “Nicholas, make me cum again,” she barely managed to squeak out. She really lost her voice.
I became drunk off the faith she had in me to bring her to ecstasy. Grabbing her by her hips I lifted her up off my cock. She was momentarily disoriented, not grasping what was happening, but when she found herself being flung over the back of the couch, she caught on immediately. I had her bent over, ass up and pussy open for my violation.
She was so wet my cock easily found its way in her soft, sweet hole. I dug my fingers into her hips and held her steady as I plowed into her and I wasn’t going to stop until she got the orgasm she begged me for.
“Avery, baby, you’re pussy feels so good. Your tight cunt was made for my dick.” It was…it really, really was. All I could hear were low moans and cracked whimpers.
I pulled out of her pussy and replaced it with two of my fingers. I curled them inside her, scooping up as much of her sweet cream as I could. Once I was satisfied my fingers were wet enough, I slid my cock back into her wetness and I went to work on filling her ass with my fingers. I knew this wasn’t something she was used to, but I remember very clearly how she exploded all over me in my office the first time I double penetrated her in both her holes.
Turns out i
t took only three thrusts of my fingers inside her ass before she was cumming all over my dick. I wanted in her ass, but the grip her pussy had on my cock felt so incredibly good, I couldn’t bring myself to pull out.
My climax snuck up on me, but before I could empty myself inside her, I pulled my cock out and shot my nut all over her back, ass and pussy. I pumped my cock vigorously forcing every last drop out of my pipe, making sure she was covered with everything I had.
She remained limp over the back of the couch and while I came down off my peak, I began massaging my mess into her skin. It didn’t matter than I was going to take her in the shower next and she’d be washed clean. That didn’t take away from the point I was making by doing this.
I lifted Avery up off the couch and sat her on the edge of the back rest. She ran her hands up my stomach, over my chest and then settled them on each side of my ribs. She leaned forward and dropped her forehead to rest on my sternum.
I ran my hands up and down her back and looking down over her at this angle, I was able to see the mark I left on her from when I bit her at Xavier’s. How sick was it that the sight turned me on?
She lifted her head to look at me. “Nicholas….”
Her voice was still weak and I realized I must be more of an insecure bastard than I had originally thought when I found myself relishing in the knowledge that I made her scream that hard.
“What, baby?” She sounded so exhausted; I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I wasn’t done with her. Besides, she was going to find out soon enough once we got into the shower.
“I need a shower,” she complained.
I barked out a laugh. “I think we could both use one.”
“No. I mean a real one. Like wash my hair, scrub my body clean shower.” She dropped her head back down on my abs.
I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her head with my finger. “I promise you you’ll be washed and scrubbed clean, baby.”
I carried her to the bathroom, where I proceeded to wash and scrub her clean before I dropped to my knees and ate her squeaky clean pussy. After taking her up against the shower wall, we finally made it to her bedroom.
I spent all night fucking her into exhaustion and it wasn’t because I was a stallion in bed. It was pure desperation that led to me fuck her until I had nothing left to spew inside her. I set out tonight to make her as addicted to me as I was to her and I was doing my best to make that a fact.
I didn’t succumb to fatigue until four in the morning, when my dick finally waved his white flag. I don’t think it matter though, since I was pretty sure Avery had passed out on me while I had still been fucking her this last time.
As I drifted off to sleep, it occurred to me that I had taken her everywhere in the apartment except the kitchen.
Breakfast was going to epic.
Avery~
I woke up feeling like I had been run over by a Mac truck and guilty as a bible thumping adulterer. I couldn’t even blame my weakness on too much alcohol. Three beers weren’t enough to blame anything on.
I had wanted Nicholas. I still did.
But sometime during our sexathon last night, I realized I more than wanted him. I had more than fallen for him. In three ridiculous weeks-one which consisted of us not even speaking-I had fallen romance book-romantic comedy-Titanic-The Notebook in love with him. I had fallen in love with a man who thought it was reasonable to have a naked woman in his office and believed there was no need to explain why. I fell in love with a man in two goddamn weeks!
I forced myself to get out of bed. After going pee and brushing my teeth, I headed to the kitchen for some much needed coffee. I can’t remember exactly what time I had passed out, but I knew nine am was way too early to be awake.
I hadn’t bothered with brushing my hair or getting dressed. I simply tied my hair up in a scrunchie and wrapped myself up in the robe I kept hanging behind the bathroom door. My body ached so badly, I’m sure it would have revolted had I tried to put any real clothes on.
I was just taking my first sip of coffee when I heard Nicholas’ feet shuffling from the bedroom. I turned around and the site of him shirtless and barefoot with just his jeans on made my heart drop to my stomach.
I’m in love with this man, and it wasn’t the good kind of love. It was the kind of love that made me want to forgive him anything. It was the kind of love that had the power to make me devalue myself. It was the kind of love that would have me giving him everything I had, while he didn’t need to give anything in return.
I could feel the pressure start behind my eyes and I looked down into my cup of coffee hoping I could find the strength I needed in this little mug I held in my hands.
Nicholas sauntered into the kitchen, opened the right cupboard on the first try and grabbed a cup to pour himself some coffee. He leaned over and kissed the side of my head as he poured his coffee. But with all the things that had been running through my head, I instinctively flinched and it didn’t go unnoticed.
He took a step back from me and dropped his cup on the counter with a little more force than necessary. “Alright, Imp. Let’s get this over with.”
My hands tightened around the mug, and FYI, there is no additional strength at the bottom of coffee mugs…at least, not mine. “You didn’t really think sex was going to magically make everything okay, did you?”
“One could only hope,” was his only response.
I was irritated enough by his cavalier attitude to finally face him head on. “Well, it didn’t. All it did was make this more complicated.”
“What’s so complicated about this?”
“I can’t keep up with the mixed signals, Nicholas. This whole thing is confusing me,” I clarified.
Apparently he needed coffee fortification as much as I did, because he picked up his cup again and took a drink before replying, “What mixed signals?”
I put my cup down and wrapped my robe tighter around my body. The mug failed me, but maybe the robe had some secret powers I could draw from. I sighed. “Nicholas, when you’re in character-”
“When I’m in what?” he interrupted, with his eyebrows drawn upwards in a what-the-fuck.
Talking about this stupid fantasy of mine when I’m stone cold sober or not under the influence of lust was embarrassing as hell. “When you’re catering to my fantasy and playing the role of my dream alpha male, I find that I’m getting too caught up in-”
Nicholas held his palm up in a motion to stop what I was saying. “Let me stop you there, Imp. The only time I’m in ‘character’, as you put it, is when you say no and I continue regardless. It is only in those few seconds that none of this is real, because I would never take any woman against her will. The rest of it is me. What you see is what you’re getting, Avery.”
“The only thing I’m getting from you is sex, Nicholas. So, if that is what this is, then I just need some clarification on that. You said you wanted to be exclusive, but then days later, I find you with another woman. You say two weeks of ‘slam sessions’ don’t obligate you to tell me anything about yourself, but then you get upset at seeing me with Eric.” He had the grace to flinch when I mentioned the slam sessions, but other than that he wasn’t reacting to anything else I was saying. “You can’t exercise boyfriend rights, at the same time you’re making clear that I’m just here for you so you can get your dick wet. Those mixed signals.”
Nicholas had a great poker face. His face was devoid of any emotion. I wouldn’t be surprised if I bored him enough to go off and start daydreaming. I shook my head ready to ask him to leave, when he finally spoke, “Her name’s Katrina Alonzo.”
My whole body froze at his words. I had wanted him to explain her away so badly before, but now that he spoke her name, my heart was aching listening to him talk about a woman he used to sleep with. I just nodded my head like a fool trying to find the right questions. “H…how…uhm, how long did you guys date?”
He set his mug back down on the counter and ran his hands through his
hair and down his face. If I didn’t know better, this conversation seemed painful for him. God, he must have loved her a lot. She probably broke his heart and that’s why he didn’t want to talk about her. “I never dated her.”
“Huh…what?” Now I was confused.
“She grew up in the same neighborhood as Julian, Chase and I did. We all had our issues growing up poor, and…uh, the way we did. We all coped differently. Some kids turned to crime, some to drugs, some to violence and some to sex. Katrina’s choice of mental freedom was sex. Almost every boy on the block lost his virginity to her, including me.”
“When was the last time you slept with her?” Even if it was just sex, the idea that he had been seeing this woman for over ten years gutted me.
“I was seventeen the last time I was with her and the last time I saw her was when I was nineteen and Julian, Chase and I went back to Oakland to move Chase’s mom and brother to their new home.” Either he was telling the truth or he was a consummate liar. His gaze never faltered and he didn’t look away once as he was explaining his ties to this woman.
“What was she doing in your office with her clothes off after ten years?”
“What does it matter? I already explained who she is and who she isn’t. How many times do I have to tell you that nothing happened before you fucking believe me, Avery?”
And herein lies the problem that, apparently, only I can see. “I don’t understand why you won’t tell me why she was there?”
“Because it doesn’t fucking matter!” Nicholas slammed his hand down on the counter. “Jesus fuck, Avery! Does this mean every time some random bitch hits on me, I’m going to have to give you a run down on the who, why, what and where?”
“You know what, Nicholas, you got a hell of a lot of fucking nerve,” I seethed. “It’s unreasonable for me to ask you why this woman came to see you, but you had no problem asking why Eric was at a public place of business!”
“That’s different! I hadn’t seen Katrina in over ten fucking years. You were spreading your legs for Eric not six goddamn months ago!”
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