Page 6 of Sinners' Appetite
I take my phone out of my pocket and dial, telling the dispatcher our location and my name. I shoot off another text to Jeremy quickly, telling him what happened. A minute or two later, he and Sammi come running around the corner of the club in our direction.
“Nikki!” Sammi cries out, nearly collapsing next to where I have Nikki resting. Her eyes are open, but she hasn’t said a word.
Not long after, the ambulance shows up and loads Nikki onto a stretcher, taking her away so fast that none of us have a chance to process.
“What the fuck happened?” Jeremy finally asks as we stand there watching the ambulance drive away.
“Someone was waiting for her to come out. I’m sure of it.” I’m still half stunned by what just happened myself.
“Where did they go?” Sammi asks.
I shake my head. “He took off.”
“Thank fucking god you were here,” Jeremy says as Sammi embraces him and starts to cry.
I guess she’s right.
I don’t even want to think about what might have happened if I hadn’t been here.
Would he have killed her?
I tossed and turned all fucking night. The incident from last night kept running through my mind over and over, driving me half fucking crazy.
As soon as I get out of bed, I reach for my phone to text Jeremy.
How’s Nikki?
Within a few seconds, he texts back.
She’s coming home today. They kept her over night to monitor her.
That’s good news.
Man, I can’t say how thankful we are for you helping her.
I’m just glad I noticed when I did.
Well, thank you.
I set my phone down on the end table and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. If I keep myself distracted by working at the studio today, I should be able to keep my mind off things. All that matters is that she’s safe and on the mend.
Once I get into the shower, thoughts of Nikki run through my mind. In fact, she’s all I’ve thought about since last night. I don’t know why, but I feel so drawn to her. I haven’t thought about a woman this much since Amber. I think I must be still running high on adrenaline because my cock is rock fucking hard. The more I think about Nikki, the harder I get.
Fuck it. Nobody’s going to know that I jerked off in the shower thinking about her after rescuing her.
It’ll be my harmless, dirty little secret.
I wrap my hand firmly around my cock. I picture her on her knees in front of me, her mouth opened wide, anticipation lurking in her eyes before I slowly slide into her mouth.
I’d be gentle at first, allowing her to decide how much of me she can handle. I can almost feel her tongue graze along the underside of my shaft as I work my hand up and down, circling the tip of my with my palm.
Does she swallow?I’d sure like to find out. Though, I’d be perfectly fine watching it all drip out of her mouth and downonto those tits. I slam my hand onto the wall as I quicken my movements, imagining her throat tightening around my cock. I add a second hand, twisting both in opposite directions until I come so hard that my vision goes blurry and I stumble forward.
Resting my forehead against the wall, I take a few deep breaths then reach for a cloth and the body wash, attempting to wash away the indecent thoughts still fresh in my mind.
I would give anything just to touch her.
I go straight to the studio after showering. Nothing seems to be working to get my mind off Nikki and it’s driving me insane. I’ve done some research into what paint schemes work well for a photography studio and all I’ve come up with is a general consensus that neutral colors are the way to go.
