“Stay still!” I yelled, laughing. He ignored my request, and his hand continued delicately trailing down my neck as if he was afraid I might disappear.
We were in the bathroom. He was leaning against the wall, and I was trying to tend to the wound that my brutish brother had inflicted on him.
“You have no idea how hot you were twenty minutes ago.”
“When I kicked out my mom, yours, and John?”
“I’ve never seen you so decisive.”
“I didn’t know being decisive equated to turning you on.”
“You always turn me on.”
I thought I had moved past the stage of blushing from the things Nick said or did to me. But no, my cheeks were burning.
“Very funny. Now stay still; I can’t finish treating this if you don’t.”
“Are you embarrassed, Sam?” He asked. He knew I was, but I had no intention of answering his arrogant question.
I scoffed. “No.”
His hand left my neck and moved to my leg.
“Focus on his cheekbone, Samantha. Focus. Focus. Focus…”
His palm moved to the inside of my thigh. It moved up a bit. More. And more… Holy mother of all gods.
I dropped the gauze I had in my hand when I felt Nick’s fingers on my crotch.
He undid the button of my jeans and painstakingly lowered the zipper.
“And how about now? Embarrassed?” He asked in a husky voice.
I shook my head and watched as his hand slipped into my pants and my underwear.
My head fell back, and I swallowed the moan that almost escaped my lips.
Nick began to touch my wet center and kissed my neck. His movements were too rushed. I held onto his shoulder, feeling as if I was about to lose my balance. My skin was tingling under his touch.
“And now, Sam? Nervous, embarrassed?”
I didn’t respond, and he froze in the spot where he had been touching so fiercely seconds ago. The bastard.
I nodded, and another arrogant smile spread across his lips.
He kissed me, our tongues caressing each other.
This time I didn’t want something slow, sweet, and romantic. I wanted passionate, rushed, desperate kisses. And I’m not just talking about kisses…
With one hand, I grasped his nape, and with the other, the waistband of his pants, pulling his hips closer to mine.
He got the message. In one swift move, my back was against the wall. He grabbed my hands and intertwined them. He put them above my head and slid his leg between mine to open them further.
He removed my blouse and slid his tongue over the little skin of my breasts visible thanks to my bra. I removed it myself so he would have better access to them.
“Do you want a shower too?” He bit my earlobe lightly. I nodded. “Well, but for that, we need to get a little dirty.”
I couldn’t articulate a word; I just felt my panties becoming even more damp.
He cradled my breasts in his hands. He lowered his mouth to them. He pinched, licked, and played with my nipples as he pleased. They had a direct connection to my sex, making it even harder to resist the need building up down there. He removed what remained of my clothes, and I did the same with his. The only thing that kept us from being as close as possible was his boxer shorts.
He traced the outline of my swollen lips. I, without any modesty, took them into my mouth, sucking and licking. He watched me closely, and I noticed his eyes darkening. Very slowly, he removed his fingers from my mouth and lowered his hands to my legs, spreading them wide. I trembled with pleasure. He gripped my hips tightly, pressing me against the erection in his boxers. My legs trembled, and I gasped involuntarily. Quickly, he removed his boxers, and my eyes traveled to his member. It was completely erect.
Without any kind of shyness, and without him expecting it, I touched him. His eyes widened. I slowly moved my hand along his long, thick, throbbing length. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, his hand remaining next to my head.
It felt weird, but at the same time good, knowing he enjoyed what I was doing. I moved faster, and he moaned, resting his forehead on my shoulder. He bit it lightly and quickly removed my hand from his penis.
“I’m going to come in your hand, and I have other plans,” he said breathlessly.
I nodded, and he kissed me passionately and urgently.
“I’m with you,” I replied, pulling away, and he did the same.
I kissed him again, as if his kisses were a vital necessity. In fact, the way he kissed me left me in total frenzy, and that’s exactly how I felt it. I needed his closeness, his touch, I needed every part he was willing to give me. I wanted it all.
He rubbed the tip of his penis against my sex, preparing me for what was to come next.
He looked at me with a certain fear, and I kissed his neck, encouraging him even more.
He entered me slowly, looking into my eyes for any sign of pain. But instead, I moaned too loudly. Damn, it feels so good. It wasn’t a statement for him, but it was evident he was enjoying this. He thrust into me harder, making me feel completely skewered. I was in total ecstasy; I wanted more and more. He gripped my thighs desperately and lifted me while still inside me. My bare back was against the wall, and I moved with him. Going in and out rapidly, desperately. He grunted as I scratched his back with each hard, dry thrust. It was so wonderfully delightful it was driving me crazy, just as it was him.
Nick was losing his balance. He released my thighs and put both hands on the wall. I didn’t remove my legs from his waist. I stayed there. I kept moving. Nick, with one hand, held my waist and helped me move up and down.
Between grunts and moans, we climaxed. We were both completely sweaty and panting. It seemed as if Nick had just run a marathon. He was worse off than I was in every way. After a moment of stillness, trying to catch our breath, I felt something warm running down my legs. He noticed it too because his eyes widened. Still inside me, he turned on the shower and let go of me. I watched as his semen disappeared into the water. I looked at him questioningly, and I swear to God I had never seen so much fear on his face.
“I forgot the condom.”