Page 28 of One More Time
Nicky watched her legs slide out of the jeans. Slowly. One, and then the other. He spotted her tan line. Bikini. God he’d love to see her in a bikini.
‘Earth to Nicky,’ she said with a smile.
Right, the mixtape.‘It’s called, uh … Kitty.’
One eyebrow lifted up into her bangs as she asked, ‘As in …pussy?’ She pulled at the scrap of black lace at her hip and it snapped back with an audiblesmack.
‘Yes,’ he said. Both an answer and a plea.
Lucy took one step closer to him, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Slid the zipper down so slowly against his dick that he thought he might lose it right then and there.
She peeled the jeans wide and he watched as a grin spread across her perfect lips. He knew what the grin was about. The Joe Boxers with the yellow smiley faces all over them. Goofy as hell, but comfortable.
Lucy looked up at Nicky, through her lashes, focusing her eyes right on his.
‘Mind if I take these off?’ she asked, just above a whisper.
‘Please.’ All plea.
She slipped her hands inside his boxers, cupping his ass. Then, dragged her fingernails down his thighs as she pulled his jeans and boxers all the way down. The sensation sent shockwaves blasting in his chest.
When he looked down, she was on her knees. Like she had no intention of coming up.
With gentle hands, she helped him pull his feet free. Then she stayed down there, looking up at him.
Lucy licked her lips.
Licked her fucking lips.And leaned in, dragging her tongue from his balls straight up to the tip of his cock.
Nicky felt the room spin. He grabbed at the nearby dresser, just in time to keep himself upright. He’d been with plenty of girls over the years. All kinda girls, all kinda ways. Nothing – not anything – had ever felt likethat.
As she gripped the base of him with firm fingers and he felt the soft, wet heat of her mouth close over his dick, Nicky was lost. His thoughts were nothing but miles of tan skin. Black lace. Soft brown hair. Blue eyes. The curve of her back. Her lips. Her hands.Jesus Christ, her tongue.
Nicky’s skin was electric. The Zeppelin starting up on the stereo was the sound of his blood pumping.
‘Bed,’ he scraped out like sand in gravel. ‘Lucy, baby,’ he said, stroking her hair, then the smooth curve of her back. ‘Get on the bed.’
He helped Lucy to her feet, then wrapped his arms around her. Kissed her. All teeth and tongue and growls. He was hungry for her. Felt it in his bones. In the hairs on the back of his neck. Starving for her.
She sat on the bed and reached her arms back to unhook her bra.
‘No,’ Nicky said, sitting next to her. ‘Let me.’
She turned her back to him to give him access. Nicky brushed her hair forward over her shoulder, revealing thosetan lines again, a narrow stripe across her back. He traced it with the tip of his finger before opening the bra clasp.
Nicky slid the bands slowly off her shoulders, and watched as goose bumps erupted down her arms. He couldn’t say why, but he felt sort of proud that he could do that to her.
He guided her to her back, gently resting her head on the soft white pillows. He resisted the urge to dive right on her and lick those sweet pink nipples, standing hard and ready for him. Instead, he grasped the panties at her hips and slid the lace over her long firm thighs. He dropped them to the floor and stood up, to get a better look.
‘Fuck, you’re beautiful,’ he said.
Her eyes lit up with delight, and maybe a tiny bit of mischief. ‘You’re not bad yourself, Broome.’
Then Nicky did move over her, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and smiling at the gratified moan she made as he slipped between her thighs. He ground his dick shamelessly into the mattress to relieve the ache her noises were stirring up.
He felt Lucy’s leg slide up, her knee gliding against his arm. Her fingernails found his scalp as he licked and nipped at her breast. Her hips rose and fell beneath him, seeking him out.
‘Are you ready for me, Lucy?’ he rasped.
