Take It

by Francesca Penn

  Once she was done, she climbed out and wrapped herself in one of the beige towels that were on the shelf. Even his towels were plush and luxurious. She brushed her teeth, gathered her dirty clothes, and retreated to his room. She could still hear the shower running and rushed to get dressed.

  After pulling on some cotton yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, Kalilah stashed her dirty clothes and began brushing her hair. She pulled out her bandana to wrap her hair up for the night. After successfully brushing out any tangles caused by the humidity, she bent over at the waist to make her hair fall forward and continued to brush.

  Nick’s bathroom door opened, and she started talking to him while she combed her hair around her head.

  “Nick. I’m sooooo jealous of that shower. It was amazing having water hit me from different angles…” She grabbed the bandana and started wrapping it around her head, then tied it. “It’s been a wonderful night. That concert cannot be topped. I am mortified that I almost missed it.”

  Kalilah noticed that Nick wasn’t responding. He would usually have some input no matter how insignificant the conversation. She looked at him for input.

  She felt like the wind was knocked out of her. Nick was leaning against the door jamb wearing nothing but light blue linen pajama pants. Damn, he’s hot! Kalilah clamped her mouth shut to keep from drooling. She could and probably would kiss Natalia for helping Nick. Her eyes happily roamed over his body. Nick’s shoulders, arms, and chest were well defined and sculpted. His abs that tapered into an oh-so-delicious V before disappearing into his pants were a testament to his hard work for the last four-plus months. She wanted to trace her tongue over each and every ridge.

  Her nipples strained against her shirt. They were so tight that each accidental shift made her shiver. The rest of his body should have been hidden by his pajamas. Instead, the dampness of his skin and current state of arousal left nothing to Kalilah’s imagination. Her body was rooted in its spot. Her eyes took another leisurely trip back up his body.

  If she wasn’t already wet, the raw lust in his steely gray eyes would have melted her. He didn’t have to speak, there was no doubt that he’d reached his breaking point. Nick threw the towel that he was using to dry his damp, mussed hair onto the dresser and took a step towards her.

  Kalilah fought the urge to take a step back. She was stung by simultaneous lust and fear. Her heart was pounding faster than a newborn’s, and her brain was fried. For one of the few times in her life, Kalilah was speechless. Hell, she felt like the virgin.

  Nick grabbed her hips and pulled her close to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear anything you said earlier. I was too busy looking at your ass.”

  He cupped her ass cheeks to emphasize his point. He moved his left hand to her waist and tilted her head up with his right, willing her to look at him.

  “Now. If I’m not mistaken, you said something about having sex with the lights on…”

  That did it for Kalilah. She crushed her mouth against his like she was suffocating, and he was her oxygen. She couldn’t take it anymore; their sexless tango needed to end. Nick met her kiss with the same fervor. He grabbed her face with both hands and slid his tongue into her mouth. Kalilah moaned and began to suck on it, mimicking what she wanted to do to the part of his body that was currently pressed against her stomach. Said part twitched, and she knew her message was clear to Nick.

  “Turn off your phones,” he ordered.

  “Huh?” Kalilah’s sex hazed brain left her slightly confused.

  “Turn off your phones. No interruptions.” He turned off his phone to demonstrate.

  “And the doorbell?” Kalilah asked as she complied with his request.

  Nick pulled her back into his arms. “They can ring it all fucking night. I’m not answering. My car is in the garage. They cannot prove I was home.” Nick sat on the edge of his bed and pulled her between his thighs. He nipped at her breasts through her shirt. “Just you and me with nothing between us.”

  “Yes, please,” Kalilah moaned, ripping off her shirt and throwing it aside.” Nick wasted no time and cupped her breasts while sucking a nipple into his hungry mouth. White-hot heat surged through her body when he tugged her nipple with his teeth.

  “Oh, Nick.” She pulled away from his sweet torture and shimmied out of her yoga pants, completely baring herself to him.

  “Shit. Seeing you naked never gets old,” Nick breathed, studying her body as if seeing it for the first time.

  Kalilah pushed him back on the bed and reached for the waist of his pants. She hooked her fingers and started to pull down. He didn’t try to stop her. Instead, Nick folded his arms behind his head and watched her slide his pants past his erection. It jumped out eagerly and plopped against his stomach.

  Kalilah studied it hungrily. It was beautiful. The tip already glistened with his anticipation. Nick hissed as she traced it with her finger. His tip was proportionate to his shaft; it was a nice shade, the aroused flesh was slightly redder the rest of his body, it was thick and long, but not in an overwhelming sort of way. In fact, he was bigger than her other lovers. She licked her lips.

  “You like?” he asked huskily.

  She was about to show him just how much she liked it. Nick stopped her before she could taste him.

  “Not yet,” he whispered and moved more comfortably into the middle of the bed.

  “No hair, huh? I see you wanted to be twins,” Kalilah pointed out.

  He smirked and patted the space next to him beckoning her to join. His dark gray eyes scanned her body, making a lot of unspoken promises she fully intended to make him keep. But first, a little ambiance.

  Kalilah closed the bedroom and bathroom doors. She felt Nick’s eyes on her as she moved around the room turning off the lights save for the lamp next to the bed. The light glowed on Nick. He adopted a similar pose to the one he had previously. He was stretched out in the bed, hard as steel. The light created a shadow on his abdomen, and his hands were tucked behind the pillow on which he was resting his head.

  He watched her intently. She felt his eyes devour every visible inch of her body as she crawled toward him on the bed. Her desire trickled down her inner thigh, and she silently hoped that he would not back out. She lay on her side facing him. He mimicked her pose then kissed her. Timidly at first, then with all the hunger of their previous kiss. Kalilah moaned and rolled onto her back. Nick partially followed with his top half. Her body ached for his touch.

  “Touch me, Nick.”

  Kalilah couldn’t suppress the shudder when his nails slid down her torso, throwing her nerves into overdrive. She arched her back and silently asked for more. His teeth and tongue were wreaking havoc on her neck. His fingertips made contact with the sensitive bud she was dying for him to touch. She raised her hips to meet his hand. He palmed her and pushed his middle finger inside of her.

  “Hmm…you’re so wet for me,” he whispered before sucking her nipple into his mouth.

  Kalilah gasped and laced her fingers in his hair, encouraging him to continue doing wonderful things with his mouth. Nick lapped her breasts and teased her with his hand, alternating between circling her clit and rubbing her slit. Each tug of her nipple sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her center. Nick kept taking her to the edge and backing off.

  “You’re such a tease,” Kalilah panted.

  “Me?” Nick asked in mock innocence before skimming one of her nipples with his teeth. “I do no such thing.”

  Kalilah let out a frustrated groan and pushed him on his back. She straddled him before he could stop her, her wet center was pressed against the underside of his cock. She suppressed a moan to hide the pleasure she felt from almost having him exactly where she wanted him for the last few months.

  She kissed him hungrily, and he returned her fervor and cupped her ass while they kissed. Kalilah leaned forward and let her nipples caress his chest without breaking the kiss. Nick moaned into her mouth; Kalilah smiled inwardly when she felt Nick’s fingers diggi
ng into her fleshly cheeks. She broke the kiss, and Nick protested.

  Kalilah smiled at Nick. She knew he was hazy and didn’t quite understand that she was about to get payback.

  “My turn.” She whispered.

  Nick raised his eyebrows in question. Instead of answering, Kalilah sat up and grazed her nails from his neck until right above the head of his cock. She couldn’t help but moan when she rubbed her wetness along the back side of his cock. The sliding of their skin heightened her arousal with each teasing rotation. Every time Nick tried to arch his hips to get more friction Kalilah, would raise her hips to keep him from connecting.

  It was Nick’s turn to let out a frustrated groan. His eyes were stormy, his expression pained.

  “Kalilah…please.”

  Kalilah’s whole body throbbed and begged for more than it was getting, but she found the strength to smirk at Nick.

  “Please what?” She prided herself on her ability to act innocent.

  Nick sat up, slid her bandana off her head, and threw it. He grabbed her head and pressed his forehead to hers. His breath was coming out in puffs and blowing her now free hair.

  “Please…” he repeated.

  Kalilah knew what he was asking but she was dying to hear him say it.

  “Please what, Nick?”

  “I’m aching to be inside of you.”

  The look he gave her was so hot and intense she felt herself drip on his wonderfully close cock.

  “Take it…Take my virginity.”

  Chapter 18

  T he room was silent except for their shallow breathing as Kalilah looked at him with a mixture of hope and doubt. Nick would have laughed if he wasn’t so aroused. He could almost hear the internal debate she was having. He knew she wanted him; the evidence of her desire was sliding down his shaft and tickling his balls.

  His cock twitched with anticipation as he waited for Kalilah to give him what he’d wanted…for years. Her. All of her. The air was thick with sexual tension and scented with the evidence of their arousal. Nick inhaled the scent and tried to imprint it on his brain. The scent of his soap radiating off her body and mixing with the scent that was uniquely hers made him hot. His head was spinning.

  She was intoxicating. Kalilah was an addiction that Nick didn’t mind having. He would gladly take a hit of her. Her hair was tousled, and her full lips glistened with his saliva. Her breasts taunted him with each breath she took. He couldn’t wait to taste her again, then he’d move on to her other glistening lips and make her scream. But first, he had to shock her out her current statue impression. Maybe, just maybe, he’d asked too nicely.

  “Fuck me, Kalilah.” He gripped her ass cheeks so hard that they separated, and he pushed his hips upward. His cock slid along her slit and added a little pressure to her clit. They both moaned. Pleasure tickled his cock and rolled through the rest of his body.

  “Take it, baby.” His plead was almost desperate. “Ride my cock.”

  Nick’s pre-cum escaped his head and rolled down his cock and belly. Nick shook with pent up desire. Kalilah’s lips twitched. She moved back and grabbed his cock.

  “I love it when you talk dirty. Last chance to back out…”

  “No fucking way.”

  Nick fell back on the bed when she pushed him. She leaned and kissed him much like she did earlier except for one major difference; his cock was in the cocoon of her palm, and his head was at the precipice of her opening. The heat within was like a siren’s song begging him to push further. He didn’t have to wait long; without any warning Kalilah sunk down on his shaft. Her body was wet enough to take him to the hilt in one stroke.

  Her head fell back and her eyes rolled shut, and in that moment, he was certain of three things:

  He was no longer a virgin.

  Being inside of her was the best thing he’d ever felt. EVER.

  He fucking loved her.

  All of Nick’s nerve endings were firing at once. His hypersensitive body was tightly coiled and anticipating Kalilah’s next move. He held his breath for fear of coming just from the penetration. His hands rested on her hips while her palms rested on his chest. Her slick channel twitched on his cock. She was snug and warm. Nick feared that his dick would never want to leave her warmth.

  Kalilah’s thick lashes fluttered opened as he felt the vice grip on him slightly relax. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she moved up, achingly slow, and came back down. She started to move in a slow, steady rhythm. Her gyrating and moaning about how good he felt was killing him faster than he’d hoped.

  “Fuck!” he moaned.

  He shouldn’t have watched her move over his body. Seeing himself disappear into her naked body, her breasts slightly jiggling as she rode him, and her face schooled into the sexiest mask of pleasure were too much to see while feeling things he’d never felt before. Too many sensations flooded his body, and he closed his eyes to ward off the onslaught of emotions. He’d felt like a superhero who just received his powers. Everything was enhanced, and he didn’t know how to control it.

  The familiar tingles for a pending orgasm tickled this spine; his toes curled, his balls began to tighten. NO! NO! NO! It was too soon. What was it men did when they were trying to last longer? Baseball! Nick started to think about a baseball game and the mounting orgasm started to fade.

  Then, the asshole he called an imagination, inserted Kalilah into the game. She’d just hit the ball, and the tight baseball uniform strained against her curvy body. Her braless breasts started to shake as she ran for the base. The weight of her breasts pressed against her shirt, and it popped open; her perfect breasts spilled out.

  “Ohhh!”

  Nick pushed Kalilah off him a mere second before his seed gushed out his jerking head and landed into the first thing he grabbed to shield the cum shower. Kalilah’s bandana.

  His breath came out in huffs, his sheets cradled his back, and his eyes were affixed to the ceiling while his heart worked to return to its normal rhythm. Kalilah’s breathing started to regulate, and he watched each breath she took. He counted the ridges of her spine, he couldn’t help but hope that she wasn’t disappointed. He couldn’t see her face, and his apprehension grew with each second that ticked. Hopefully, his chances of having her again weren’t currently slipping away.

  A few months ago, if someone would have predicted that he would have spent any part of the night before his birthday…Nick looked at the clock – scratch that – any part of his thirtieth birthday inside of Kalilah, he would have told them to get their hallucinating ass out of his face. But, here he was, completely nude with an equally nude Kalilah who’d just successfully taken his virginity. Damn, that’s hot. The warmth of her body radiated off her back and warmed his side, a pleasant reminder that this was real.

  Nick couldn’t take the quiet any longer.

  “I…uh…tried to hold off by thinking about baseball, but a mental image of you rounding a base with no bra and your shirt popping open shot it all to shit.”

  Kalilah’s smooth shoulders shook slightly, and she buried her face in the pillow. Nick hoped she wasn’t crying, he didn’t think it was that bad. Was it? Nick reached for her shoulder intent on comforting her if necessary.

  Kalilah guffawed and Nick felt all the blood rush to his face. She was laughing at him.

  “You’re laughing at me,” he accused. Nick pushed up on his elbow to glare at the back of her head properly. “That’s not healthy for my self-esteem, you know.”

  She rolled of her back and wiped some tears…fucking tears of laughter…from her eyes.

  “No, Nick.” She tried to place a hand on his shoulder to attempt to placate him, but Nick swatted at it. His swat didn’t have its desired effect. Kalilah broke into another round of giggles.

  “I’m not laughing at you.”

  Nick sat up and narrowed his eyes at her. “Then what do you call what you’re currently doing.”

  Kalilah sobered and sat up to face him. “Nick. Do you real
ly think I’m that insensitive? It was your first time, without a condom I may add. I never expected marathon sex.”

  Nick’s guard was up again and Kalilah tried not to roll her eyes. His gray eyes studied her. He didn’t say anything, just assessed her every expression and micro-expression. Kalilah tried to remain serious and look at his face. She failed miserably.

  His rarely seen body beckoned to be admired. Her eyes took a nice stroll down the column of his neck, slid down his collarbone, rolled off his chest, and rested on his abs. They didn’t warrant a quick tour; they needed to be perused. Once satisfied, her eyes moved to the costar of the Nick Show. Even flaccid, it was still a nice size and impressive as it rested next to Nick’s left thigh.

  The sheets moved against her ankles when she shifted her position. Her still wet body became wetter at the memory of the pleasure it’d just given her. He’d felt so good. So right. She didn’t regret not one moment of it. Sex without a condom was amazing. She could see why people complained about having to use them.

  Her only fear is not being able to do it again. She wanted him on top of her. Her legs around his waist. Skin to skin. His chest rubbing her nipples. Her nipples responded to her thoughts, and she was biting her lower lip when their eyes met again. If only men were multi-orgasmic like women; she wanted him again.

  Gray eyes searched her face; curiosity and mild indignation warred to be the prominent emotion. He did think she was that insensitive. Irritation burned her gut and started to spread throughout her body. With all the shit… Nick’s eyes softened, and he shook his head.

  “No.” One word diffused Kalilah’s anger bomb. It was a second from detonation, but Nick located the correct wire. “But…why were you laughing?”

  “Because your imagination is ridiculous. Who plays baseball with no bra and an ill-fitting shirt? Besides, I believe you are supposed to think about baseball stats.”