Page 18 of Big Nick Energy

He’s not just giving big dick energy; he’s giving big Nick energy.

He was popular and, maybe it was because he wasn’t on social media, but so many people wanted a piece of him. And while he genuinely seemed happy to see everyone who said hi, it was clear Nick didn’t enjoy small talk because we were in and out of each introduction within ninety seconds. His excuse each time was that he needed to get us a drink.

The SONs signature drink was called the Green Goblin. Since I was driving, I only had a small sample of the surprisingly sweet concoction and then I switched to water.

Something happened while we were leaning up against that kitchen island. We became increasingly flirtatious as the minutes passed by. The way he gazed at me, the way I smiled up at him, and all the times we found excuses to touch one another through the conversation made it clear we were feeling one another. I was so hungry for Nick Williams that I didn’t realize I was actually hungry for a while.

Unfortunately, the only food available was pizza and wings.

Shit,I grumbled to myself as I made hard decisions.

My frustration was quickly forgotten as Nick ate lemon pepper wings. Watching his mouth work was mesmerizing. Iwasn’t fully satisfied with my slice of pizza, but knowing how I eat wings, I opted not to get any. I wanted to make a good impression, and it didn’t feel appropriate to suck the meat off the bone.

Well actually…

I chewed my pizza and swallowed my amusement.

“What’s so funny?” Nick asked.

“This pizza,” I replied. “How are your wings?”

While we ate and drank, he peppered me with questions about me and my life. As soon as a swarm of people flooded the kitchen, he placed his hand on my lower back and navigated us outside.

It was pretty quiet out there. We were the only people on the deck and the music from inside was reduced to a faint, dull sound. Without the distractions of the party, our conversation became more personal and a lot more intimate. We talked about our families and our childhood. We talked about our dreams and our future.

“So, you’re single?” he asked almost out of the blue.

“I am.” I took a sip of my water. “Are you?”

He nodded. “I am.”

“Your last?—”

The door to the deck flung open, interrupting me. The man, clearly drunk, was holding hands with a woman and beckoning to people behind them to follow. Seconds later four other people clamored outside, leaving the door open.

“Oh, I love this song!” I exclaimed as I moved my hips. Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back and finished my bottle of water. “Sorry, back to what I was saying.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” His smile could be seen behind the cup he was holding to his lips. After he finished, he tossed our trash away. “Watching you dance reminded me that I’ve held you hostage out here and the party is in there. Let’s go.”

I wanted to tell him that I enjoyed spending time with him and that being out on the deck with him was better than the party, but he grabbed my hand, and the words got stuck in my throat.

Heat traveled up my arm and then moved through the rest of me. He let my hand go to allow me to enter the house in front of him. Even though he was no longer holding my hand, I could still feel his touch. His palm rested at the small of my back as he directed me toward the living room.

“Before we get in there, you do know how to dance, don’t you?” I asked as we weaved through the partygoers littered through the halls.

“Ican.” The hand on my back slid to my hip as we entered the living room where they’d created a makeshift dance floor. He leaned down so I could hear him over the music. “But I just planned on watching you.”

Biting my bottom lip, I peered over my shoulder at him. My braids swished softly between us. “I want you to do both.”

The song switched to something with a throbbing beat, and I took the opportunity to back up into him. Moving my ass to the music, I started grinding on him. I threw my ass in a circle as he gripped my hips for dear life. I made a point to break out all my best moves and when I felt his dick stiffening through his pants, my heart skipped a beat. I was about to take it to the next level when the music scratched to a stop.

“Yo yo yo yo yo yo,” Amir, a frat brother I met when we first came in, yelled to get everyone’s attention.

Some people booed as there were at least fifteen of us dancing. Even though we were no longer dancing, Nick and I were still extremely close. He wasn’t touching me anymore, but I could feel the heat from his body. It took everything in me not to lean against his chest.

“I have something to say,” Amir continued. “We… Are… The…”

Nick moved fractionally to cup his hands around his mouth and bark out with the rest of the frat.

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