Page 59 of Fate Forever and Always

I slapped his arm playfully. “Stop it. We need to do something else. My vagina needs a break.”

He leaned in and bit my earlobe. “I’ll give it a break anytime you want, baby.”

“Nicholas,” I screeched. I slapped his arm again, harder this time. I got up off his lap. “You knew what I meant,” I laughed. “New rule for today: no touching until we get back to the hotel; kisses are an exception.” I smiled, thinking he was going to give me shit for it.

His sexy smirk was back on his face. “Hmm, is that what you really want, Sweets?”

I nodded in agreement, even though that smirk quickly depleted my confidence.

He stood up and kissed my cheek. “Game on then, Sweets.”

We found something to eat and then headed to do some shopping, but the weather took a turn, and it began to thunder and lightning. I absolutely hated thunderstorms. I hated that Nick had held up his end of the no-touching rule up to that point, especially when the thunder boomed and the lightning was striking. I just wanted to snuggle into him.

“How about we go see a movie?” Nick suggested.

“Can we omit the touching rule?”

He smiled big. “No can do, Sweets. You made the rule: no touching other than kisses until we get back to the room.” He kissed the top of my head.

I looked up and gave him a peck on the lips. “I changed the rules. Touching is fine.” I tried to give my most innocent smile.

“Sorry, Sweets. You will just have to survive without my hands all over you.” He smiled and began walking toward the front door of the resort.

The resort shuttle took us to the theater. Luckily, the movie we wanted to see had a few more tickets available. We got hotdogs, popcorn, and blue slushies. Nick brought me some sweet tarts from the room to have as my sweet treat. How did I not see how perfect this man was?

My senses heightened when he asked to sit at the back of the theater. I was really hoping that meant he would break the no-touching rule and caress me in all the right spots. Just the thought made a rush of heated desire travel through me.

Turns out, I was wrong.

We sat there chatting about the trip home. Nick seemed less nervous this time, but still a little apprehensive. I tried to touch his hand to comfort him, but he pulled it away.

“No touching.” He grabbed the popcorn from me.

He took a bite from his hotdog and had ketchup on his lip. I realized very quickly that it was on purpose because his tongue darted out and licked his lip in the sexiest, most seductive way he could have possibly thought of. Then he let out an exaggerated moan. More tingles ran through my body, and I felt like I was on fire with lust.

A switch flipped inside me. I was ready to play this game, too. I will get him to touch me. It’s my new goal today.

I looked around to be sure no one was looking and took the hotdog into my mouth. I pushed it back as far as I could and moaned as I bit it. Nick’s eyes went wide. I don’t think he was expecting me to do that. I saw his Adam's-apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes continued watching me as I deep-throated my hotdog. I licked the entirety of the hotdog before each and every bite. He watched me as I ate the entire thing. Once I was done, I sucked on each finger, followed by a low, sultry moan.

I saw the growing bulge in his pants, so I sat back and sipped my slushie. “Checkmate,” I mouthed. I looked back at the screen, thinking he was for sure going to reach over and touch me now.

Damn it, I was wrong… again.

He smirked and bit his lip. Leaning into me, he whispered, “Not even close, baby. I’m going to make you beg me to take you back to the room and fuck the shit out of you.”

I gulped down the slushie that was in my mouth. Nick and I have always had this crazy banter as friends. Now that I thought about it, it was more like sexual tension and hate banter mixed into one. This banter now is different, very different. This type of sexual tension is something I’ve never experienced before. Now I know what it feels like to be with him, and I know that he’s not lying when he says he’s going to fuck the shit out of me.

We both sat in silence, waiting for the other to move. Then he picked his hotdog back up and started to lick the ketchup from it slowly and seductively. I watched his tongue work its way up, lapping up the ketchup drop by drop. Then he bit the hotdog with an intensified moan.

“This bun is so good. Super soft and plump, just like your ass in my mouth,” he whispered. I turned back to the movie and squeezed my legs together to try to give myself some relief.

A few moments later, I felt his hot, wet tongue lick up the side of my neck and take my earlobe into his mouth.

“So fucking good,” he said in the sexiest groan.

“No touching,” I said weakly.

Somehow, his voice got even deeper and sexier when he said, “You said kisses were okay. By extension, anything with my mouth is okay as long as I don’t use my hands to touch you.”

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