Page 69 of Tops
“Now make sure he stays down,” Nik said, holding on and staying with me while I fired every last bullet from the gun.
My body shook when I put the gun down on the table, followed by my ear protection. I felt electrified from the adrenaline rush of shooting mixed with the proximity of Nik. Slowly, I turned in his hold, looking up to his perfect smiling face.
My palms came up to slide across the hard planes of his chest atop his dress shirt. My fingers slipped under the black straps over his shoulders and crossed over his back. I could feel his roaming hands wandering over the small of my back while rushing fingers moved to find their way to my skin.
If I couldn’t kiss him, I might as well find another way to taste him. I sunk to my knees, my hands smoothing down his chest, following me down to the button of his slacks. His hands traveled up my body while I dipped, tangled in my hair while I worked his zipper down.
I pulled his still hardening length free, gripping it tightly to pump up and down, loving the feeling of him growing beneath my touch. Opening my mouth, I sucked the tip in and swirled my tongue around it. His hands gripped my hair, kick-starting a pulsing sensation between my thighs. I squeezed them together to take the edge off while refocusing on my ministrations around his now hard cock.
He wasn’t as intimidating as Tanner, but Nik was well over average, according to the statistical average of six inches. I didn’t have as much difficulty fitting more than half of his length between my lips. Without the stretching, burning sensation of needing to work far too much in my mouth, I started to bob enthusiastically.
If he thought his lips would ruin me, I would show him just how much power mine held.
Taking a tip from Tanner, I pulled Nik as deeply into my mouth as I could manage. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t need air to start humming around Nik’s thick cock.
“Fuck, Vanessa,” Nik panted as he removed one hand from my hair, placing it on top of the table to hold him steady.
Power rolled through me at the sight of what I could reduce him to in minutes. Once my lungs were screaming for air, I pulled my head back, allowing his length to slide free from my lips. My hands took over, pumping while I caught my breath.
Nik’s hand appeared, open and offering me a chance to stand. Part of me wanted to stay right where I was, tasting him in the only way he would allow. Showing him exactly what my lips were capable of. But the hard concrete floor was starting to wear on my knees, and there was an ever-present pulsing between my thighs that worried about missing out should I decide to make him come while on my knees.
I made my decision, putting my hand in his. A sharp spike of arousal ripped through me as he pulled me up quickly, only to spin me around. My palms landed on the thick wooden table next to the two discarded guns while Nik yanked my pants and underwear down just far enough for his hard length to push into me.
I groaned, arching my back and pushing into him. Loving the feeling of his cock so deep inside of me. He grabbed my hips, and I braced myself against the table, knowing that Nik preferred the hard and rough style of sex. I couldn’t do anything other than hold on while he slammed into me with a relentless pace.
He didn’t waste any time, likely since he was already close from the work I did while on my knees. One of his hands slipped between my thighs and started rubbing quick circles over my clit like a mini vibrator at full speed.
My head hung low enough that I could partially watch, our combined clothing blocking much of the view. My pants weren’t even down to my thighs, as Nik only removed the bare minimum needed to fuck me in the urgent primal way he wanted.
I could feel my orgasm building inside of me, filling me up until I knew I would drown if I didn’t let the dam break. My hand flexed, grabbing around something while I screamed out my release. Nik’s thrusts became more erratic as he followed me into the abyss.
I still hadn’t caught my breath before I felt him slipping from my folds. He pulled my pants and underwear back up, trapping his release from leaking out onto my thighs more than it already had.
“Guess that’s your choice,” Nik said, and I wasn’t sure what he meant until I tilted my head up and noticed my left hand was curled around the second gun I shot this evening.
“Yeah, I think I like this one.” I smiled, letting it go in favor of standing up and ensuring everything was adjusted correctly.
Nik put both guns in their holsters, both of us silently agreeing it was time to leave. We bundled up before heading back out to the car. The slight breeze and falling of the snow cooled my sticky skin, and for a single extra moment, I waited before getting into the car. I looked up into the night sky, lights from the city all around, revealing the individual flakes of snow as they fell from the sky like a meteor shower.
Maybe there was something beautiful about the city.
Nik took me back to Bottoms and left me and the gun in my room. I had a class with him tomorrow evening, so I was sure we would have another rendezvous soon. Nik found a way to fuck me nearly every time we were alone since Halloween, and I was not complaining.
I headed for my bedside table, deciding that was the best place for me to keep the gun. Nik had reloaded the magazine for me before he left. Opening the drawer, I noticed a piece of paper lying flat with a large picture of me from tonight on my knees in front of Nik. The image looked like it was a picture of a security monitor. On the paper in the blank space below, an angry message was scribbled.
I took care of the videos. You should be more careful.
I rolled my eyes and folded the paper so the image was hidden. Didn’t need the cleaners to open the drawer and see that. I still didn’t get a good idea of when they came. It was always sporadic and only when I needed a little help. Like when I returned to my bedroom after my tryst with Nik and Tanner on Halloween.
While I appreciated Tanner looking out for my secret dalliances with Nik, I didn’t need the snark. He could go take that up with Nik, as far as I was concerned. I grabbed my phone, intent on messaging him back just that, and noticed I had a missed call from my mom, followed by a text message.
Mom:We haven’t talked since you met Tanner, and I feel he is the reason. Thanksgiving is next week. Buy a plane ticket home for the holiday and bring Tanner if things are going well or a bottle of wine if you need to talk. I love you, never forget that.
I smiled, feeling good that my mom was reaching out to me. I knew that things had changed since dad died, but I wasn’t the only one that got their world destroyed. She was dealing with the loss of her husband and the challenge of becoming a single parent. Mom never once dated after dad, pushing herself into her art and making a name for herself.
I was starting to understand that sometimes life puts you in an impossible situation, challenging you and who you want to become. The transformational times in your life where some pieces of who you are were lost. But you gained something more significant with each loss as well.
When my fingers managed to make it into the secure messaging app and the group chat, I navigated to the calendar area. Tanner’s schedule was wide open on Thanksgiving Day. I flipped over to the group thread, tagging all of them to be sure this was witnessed by all of them.
