Page 21 of Big Nick Energy

And fuck me, it was perfection.

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Blanca

“Oh god,” I moaned. His mouth suckled and nipped at my neck as I stretched out, giving him an all-access pass to my skin.

I loved when he kissed my neck. I loved when he kissed me anywhere. Lips so talented they turned me into a puddle of goo. Kissing Nick was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I wasn’t a shy, blushing never-been-kissed virgin. I mean, I was a virgin. Not because I had been waiting for some guy to fall in love with; it had just never happened. It had never felt right to do anything more than kissing someone.

But I had never been kissed like Nick did.

Nick’s kisses were a million times better than anything I had ever experienced. I had a wild imagination thanks to the smutty books I secretly read, but even those could have never prepared me for the magic Nick’s mouth was capable of. After kissing in his movie room, which I couldn’t believe he had, we watched the rest of the movie. By the time the credits had scrolled, Nick had a smile on his face and said he got it.

I knew he would.

It was a great movie. It had a little of everything, but mostly, it had a lot of heart. We were about to start watching anothermovie, when we noticed the time. I had work in the morning, and it was late. I had secretly hoped he would ask me to spend the night. I know how bad that made me sound, especially after a first date, but I would be lying if I didn’t say I had a pair of extra undies and a work shirt in my purse, just in case.

Instead, he took me home and walked me to my door before kissing me once again. Ending that kiss had sucked, but he knew I had to work the next morning and wanted to make sure I slept okay.

I wasn’t sure when he had added his number to my phone, but I had woken up to a good-morning text the next day. We texted throughout the day, and I was excited to see him when I got out of work. Once again parked next to me. This time, though, he had me follow him back to his place.

When we walked in, I noticed a cute little basket filled with goodies and a card on top with my name on it. When I looked at him, he simply nodded and led me over. The basket was filled with Christmas-printed pajama pants, some of my favorite snacks, and even face masks I liked to use, not to mention a hoodie. He told me to choose a pair of pants and go change. When I came out, he was in a matching pair, and I laughed.

It was adorable. Slightly dorky but adorable, nonetheless.

We went into the movie room, where he had me pick another Christmas movie as he brought out dinner for us. The man knew how to cook. Chicken Parm was one of my favorites, and everything about his had been perfection. And I told him that, too.

After we finished dinner and started the movie, it wasn’t long before I found myself back on his lap, making out once again. I’d taken my uniform polo off and was in the tank top I had worn underneath when I changed into the pj pants. I learned quickly how talented his hands were. They teased me, making my skinbreak out into goose bumps when they kept sliding beneath the cotton material.

“Nick,” I moaned. I was ready. I knew this. I wanted him. I liked him a lot. If anything, I knew I was more than in like with Nick Marsh—I was in love with him.

“This feels good,” I whispered. “I want you, Nick.” I licked his lips before pulling on the bottom one. His sounds of appreciation were clear, not to mention the hard length beneath me.

“Blanca, god, baby girl, love how you kiss,” he groaned, dipping his head into the crook of my neck. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“Haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you,” he groaned, and for some reason, I stilled. Something about that made me need to pull away.

“What?” I licked my lips as I tried to catch my breath. There was something about the way he stared back at me that I loved. Like he wanted to cuddle me and devour me all at the same time.

“I haven’t––“ I put a hand up because my head was drunk on lust and unable to process his words. Not completely. Because if he was saying what I thought he was saying, I’d melt right there on his lap.

“On Thanksgiving, you mean?” I asked. He shook his head. The silence between us drew out longer, and I blinked. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? “Since we met my senior year?” I hardly recognized my own voice. Heat pooled between my thighs.There is no way, right?

“What do you think, Blanca?” His voice sounded scratchy. My hips moved on their own accord, but his hands gripped them tighter and his body locked tautly in place.

“I don’t know,” I answered, surprised at how steady my own voice sounded. “You’re older. You’re a man. For all I know, you could have been with?—"

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, baby girl.”

Baby girl.Why did the term of endearment make my nipples tighten under the soft-thread tank top? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him in a different way? Why did I want to call him something, too? Something I was afraid would weird him out.

“I’m a man. You got it right there.”

“Men have needs,” I cut in, trying to make my point. He’d said he’d been waiting, and maybe emotionally, he had been.

But physically? A man like Nick Marsh?A man who dripped big dick energy had to have sex. And a lot of it. There was no way he could have been celibate since we’d met. My face heated up as sweat started to form on the back of my neck.

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