“Is this where you live?” Eva asked in awe, as she parked on the curb.
“Yes, this is my aunt Olivia’s house,” I said, looking at it. I still couldn’t believe I was living in this place.
“All the lights are off, is no one home?”
“I’m not sure, Nick is supposed to be here.”
“It’s not too late to stay at my place,” Eva offered. She had suggested I stay at her place but I declined, as it was already 9 p. m. and I hadn’t informed anyone. Also, I was afraid Nick might call the police or something.
“No thanks, I didn’t tell anyone I would be there, so…”
“That’s fine, no problem,” she smiled and suddenly gave me a hug. I returned it and we said our goodbyes.
As I approached the main door, I pondered the chances that Nick was home and had a mouthful to say. But he could also not be there.
I leaned more towards the second option, took out the key, and entered the house.
Everything was dark, so I could barely see a few shadows, which I knew were furniture.
I walked slowly so as not to bump into anything, until I reached the stairs. When I got to the second floor, I took a few steps and bumped into something hard and firm.
Two hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall. I didn’t need to turn on the light to know it was Nick. The only one who can make me shudder and heat up my body with just a touch is him.
“You…,” he began, “I hate you.”
He said while resting his head on my shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh. This seemed familiar, like that time in the janitor’s closet.
“What… what’s wrong?” I stammered.
“Where were you, Samantha?” He asked, pulling away from me and trying to intimidate me.
“It’s none of your business, Nick,” I turned to go to my room when he grabbed my hand roughly and pushed me against the wall again. This time he grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the wall.
He was gripping tightly but it didn’t hurt, though it did prevent me from escaping. He brought his face close to mine until we were just inches apart. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Did you go with him?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Damn it! Did you go with that professor?” He yelled in my face.
“And what if I did, so what?” I yelled back.
He was about to continue when he abruptly crushed his lips to mine. I began to struggle to break free. He didn’t move an inch, and his tongue sought entry into my mouth. After a few seconds, I gave in and got lost in the kiss. I love kissing him. I love when he touches me. I love how I react when he does.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pressed against me and our bodies were completely stuck together.
He broke our kiss and stared into my eyes. Although the light was off, I could clearly see every feature of his face. He rested his cheek against mine.
“Only I can touch you,” he whispered. Then with one hand he began to lift my shirt, and before he got to my breasts, he placed his hand on my abdomen, my skin instantly goosebumped. “And cause this. Do you understand? Not that professor, not anyone else, just me.”
When I didn’t answer, Nick looked at me again, this time seriously.
“Answer me,” he whispered as he began to touch my breasts over my bra. I let out a moan and nodded. “Answer me,” he repeated.
“Yes…,” I said, my voice trailing off.
He kissed me again, started walking, and pushed a door open. He threw me onto a bed and finished removing my shirt.
He broke our kiss and kissed his way from my neck to my belly button, making me moan his name. I wanted him to touch me like he did the other day in my room. So, I arched my back making his lips move to the waistband of my jeans. He smiled and looked up at me.
He unbuttoned my jeans and started pulling them down my thighs. A few seconds later, my jeans were on the floor.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked, touching the edge of my panties with a finger. I smiled, I wanted him to ask.
“Really? You’re going to make me ask for it?”
“If you want me to do it, yes.”
“I want you to touch me… down there,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment, I wanted to punch him for tormenting me like this. I felt him touch my knee. God, he’s killing me.
“Here?” He asked.
“Higher,” I ordered. Slowly moving a finger he touched my thigh.
“Here?”
“A little more.”
He kept moving his finger until he reached my panties.
“Here?” His voice became huskier. I didn’t answer, I just nodded. “And what do I do? Do you want me to touch you like that day in your room?” I just nodded again.
He moved aside the part of my panties that was covering my clit and did something I never imagined he would do. He began to press, suck, and caress my clit with his tongue.
After several changes in the rhythm of his tongue on me, I took his hair in my hands. I heard a moan escape his mouth. His movements became constant. I felt I was about to climax, and Nick, stopped.
I looked at him and he was looking at me. He gave me a cocky smile.
“This might burn a bit, but it’ll feel great afterwards,” he said, and I didn’t understand anything.
Just as I was about to reply, he slid a finger inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned, and not exactly from pleasure. I felt a strong pressure.
He left his finger there for a while until he started moving it inside me. He then also used his tongue. The combination felt incredibly good.
The burning sensation wasn’t as intense anymore. I moved my hips and the movement of his finger became much faster. It felt much better than when he was just caressing me. I wanted him to continue, much faster and much deeper. I reached orgasm in a few seconds. It was the best of my life, so far.
“I love your face right now.”
He was leaning on my stomach and smiling as if he had been given a new toy.
“Shut up,” I told him once my breathing had returned to normal.
“I thought you liked it more when it was open, I mean, a while ago you weren’t complaining.”
“Nick!” I scolded him. I took the pillow and hit him in the head. He looked at me and laughed before looking at me seriously again.
“You’re going to regret that.”
He started moving towards me and began to tickle me. I started to struggle to get out from under him, and when I could, I ran towards the door.
He grabbed me by the waist and dragged me back to the bed. I looked around and realized it wasn’t my room, it was Nick’s.
He positioned himself on top of me again and several parts of my body heated up again, I hate not being able to control them.
“Do you want to know why I left your room that day?” He asked while leaning on his elbow next to my head. I nodded. “There were two reasons… The first one is that I came just by touching you, something that had never happened to me before, with anyone.”
I blushed, it was a good thing the light was off, at least it wasn’t too noticeable. “And the second one is because you touched me.”
I stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for a more logical explanation. What’s wrong with me touching him?
“And? So what if I touched you? Does that mean you have to leave and leave me alone after I gave you the most intimate moment of my life?”
“What?” He asked, “Your boyfriend never touched you?”
“Correction, he’s my ex-boyfriend and no, I never let him go that far.”
“And why did you let me?” That’s what I still ask myself. Is it because I love him? Because he’s incredibly cute? Or because I was too stupid to let him into my heart?