Page 6 of Bully

“I guess it’s the Irish.”

“That why you have freckles too?” His hand moves, his fingers drifting across the top of my thighs. He takes one finger and guides it to one freckle, then to another. There are probably a half dozen that sprinkle across my legs.

“I, ah—” I lick my lips. “Maybe.” My stomach dips. What’s happening here? I can feel my panties start to grow slick. Nikolai suddenly jerks his hands back, maybe remembering it’s me he’s touching and not Becky. Gah, I hate that my mind keeps going there.

He opens up the first-aid kit. “This might burn,” he tells me before brushing the alcohol pad across my knee. It might burn, but I don’t feel it. All I can think about now is the throb that is lingering between my thighs and the fact that Nikolai is on his knees in front of me.

Then he goes and blows on it. I close my eyes tightly. I might be naïve, but I’ve read a ton of dirty books. Everyone thinks I’m always reading some fancy literature from the 17th century. I think it’s the glasses that throw them off.

“Riley.” Nikolai’s hand cups my cheek. My eyes fly open.

“What?”

“Did I hurt you?” I shake my head no. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, making me suck in a breath. He tilts his head to the side, studying my face. “Then what is it?”

“Nothing.” There is no way in hell I’m admitting to how aroused I am right now.

“I told you, you’re a terrible liar.” His hand drops from my face, going back to my thighs. He slides it up to a few inches under my skirt. “It’s something.”

“It’s not,” I rush to say. “I should go.” When I stand, Nikolai pushes his hands all the way up under my skirt to grab my hips, leaning forward at the same time so that his body forces my legs to spread. It puts my stupid, plain white underwear on full display.

Nikolai glances down. I want to die when I see what I'm sure he sees too. A wet spot is clear as day.

“Are you hurting somewhere else, Riley?”

“Oh my God.” I cover my face with my hands.

“Lie back,” he orders gruffly.

“Nikolai.”

“Lie back.” This time, he repeats it in a harder tone. My body follows his command, and I let myself fall back onto the bed. I don’t dare look down. I’m sure I look like a total dork with my hands covering my face.

My stomach tightens when I feel Nikolai's fingers slip into the side of my panties. My hips rise on their own accord, trying to get some relief. I swear if embarrassment could kill a person, I’d be dead and buried already. He pulls the material to the side. “Fuck.”

I peek through my fingers to see what he is doing. As I do, I watch as his mouth descends on me. I gasp when I feel his wet tongue thrust between the lips of my sex, going straight for my clit. Before circling it, he takes a few swipes. A moan escapes me, and I can't hold back.

I’ve read scenes in books, but never have I imagined it could feel this good. I’ve even tried my own hand at it and that doesn’t hold a candle to how Nikolai is making me feel at this moment. It’s too much but not enough at the same time.

Nikolai's tongue continues to explore and descend farther. He thrusts it inside of me. “Oh God,” I cry out as he moves it in and out of me. The same way one would if they were having sex. He’s fucking me with his tongue. My hips rock in rhythm with him. I have no control over my body now. It’s all him.

He groans when he pulls it out, going back to my clit. He keeps me on edge. I shake my head. I can’t. It’s too much. “Nikolai.” I moan, my fingers gripping the bedspread.

“Come on my face, Riley,” I hear him say. “Do it.” He gives the order before latching on to my clit. My legs begin to shake as the tingling sensation intensifies. All my muscles lock up as heat blooms from my core, exploding outwards. I cry out his name as the orgasm consumes me. This is what people must mean when they say they experience nirvana.

Nikolai keeps going, licking and sucking at me. I swear it’s as though he’s starved for me. I grip his hair to pull him off, but he doesn’t let go.

Until we hear my name called and we both jerk up. I push my skirt back down into place. Nikolai falls back on his heels. A knock sounds a second before Nikolai’s door is pushed open. My sister and Matteo are standing there.

“I hurt my knees,” I blurt out before they can ask. I see Nikolai lick his lips out of the corner of my eye. Thankfully, they buy it.

I think.

5

NIKOLAI

Ican still taste her. Her sweet sexy moans play on a loop in my mind. The sound of the music is pumping through the club, not quieting them. I run my hand down my face. What the fuck am I going to do now?

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