Page 62 of Who's Playing You
Nicholas didn’t seem to mind my wandering eyes, but honestly, what guy who was packing that thing would mind?
Nicholas was so comfortable in his body, he just strutted around like this was an every day occurrence for him. And maybe it was, in which case, good for him. But it wasn’t often that I was in the presence of God’s favorite male specimen. I mean, hehad to bea favorite to look like he did. And to further hammer that conclusion home was the fact that he was smart, and nice, and considerate, and fucking funny! Ugh. He really did win the lottery with his whole… being.
I envied his future wife.
She’d really get the entire package wrapped up in this sexy, sexy… oh fuck, he was talking to me and I’d zoned out again.
“Sorry, what was that?” I asked, trying to save my own ass.
He just smiled, probably fully aware that I was lost in inappropriate thoughts of him. “I was just saying that I’d love to cook you dinner once we wrap up here.”
“Oh, that’s very nice of you, but I don’t want to monopolize any more of your time. You’ve already been so gracious and given me half your day and…”
He quickly, yet respectfully, cut me off as he gently asked, “Hey Scottie?” I immediately shut my mouth and my eyes snapped to his. When he had my full attention and seemed satisfied that I was listening he continued, “Remember when I told you that I don’t do anything that I don’t want to do?”
I just nodded.
“This is me inviting you,wantingto cook you dinner.”
A moment passed as we just looked at each other, the weight of his meaning falling all around us.
Then another passed.
I nodded my head, “That would be nice,” I half-whispered and capped it with a, “Thank you.”
“But I’ve got a bit of bad news for you…”
I looked slightly alarmed, “What’s that?”
“I’ll have to put some clothes on, it’s too dangerous for your new favorite toy to cook without providing him with a barrier of protection,” he laughed and I couldn’t help but grin, too. “You know, the threat of stovetop splatters and all that.”
A few minutes later, as I was wrapping up my final sketch, Nicholas shifted, which changed his pose. “Shit, sorry, Scottie. I didn’t mean to move like that,” he said as he realized he’d totally shifted my angle and the lighting. “Was it like this?” he asked as he attempted to get back to his previous stance.
“Hang on,” I said as I put my pencil down and moved toward him. I got right up close to him while trying to be respectful of his “second in command” as he called him. I began by moving his right arm back in position before fixing his left arm, and instructed him to slightly alter his footing.
His right hand left the newly positioned location I’d just placed it in and his index finger gently and slowly swept across the bridge of my nose while he looked down into the depths of my soul, “Charcoal,” he stated simply and so intimately that my breath stuttered. He then moved his hand back.
“And I’ll just put your head back…” I began as both my hands cupped his jawline, my fingers splaying over his neck, below his ears, and his jaw. I felt the tension in him as he gnawed his teeth together. “Just… this way…” I said on a whisper, my breath brushing against his face.
His deviant right hand found my hip, and while my hands attempted to hold his head in position, he dipped it slightly.
So slightly.
His lips were barely touching mine as he whispered, “How about this way?” and then he kissed me.
It felt like all of the pieces of my life finally fell into place, because nothing in my life had ever felt this explosive and right.
His lips were so soft yet firm. They were demanding yet gentle.
I was entirely lost to the feel of him that enveloped my entire being. His fingers were threading through my hair as he cupped my head and led me closer to him, while his right hand continued to hold my hip.
He then let out a low growl as he pulled back a fraction, leaning his forehead to mine while making sure our lips were basically still touching. “Please tell me,” he said before kissing me again. “That this is,” again he pulled away by mere millimeters as his right hand had now moved to my ass, and his fingers dug in like they would never let go. “Okay?” he finally finished.
“I think I might actually die if you tell me this isn’t okay. No pressure or anything,” he said before kissing me again, but I could feel his teasing grin.
Which wasn’t the only thing that I could feel because holy mother of all that was holy! His gigantic cock was now even larger and was thrusting into my stomach, quite adamantly I might add. I could just feel it and not see it, because Nicholas held my head so he could continue to kiss me. But I could so vividly feel every inch of that gorgeous dick and it just simplymustbe fully aroused now, because if this is what he felt like at half mast… I mean, he could break stuff with it!
“Scottie?” he questioned as he moved his head to kiss from my jaw and down my neck. “Is this okay?”
