Page 63 of Who's Playing You
Then a whiny and needy voice I’d never heard before stated to the Universe, “For the love of all that is sacred, don’t stop. Please don’t… ever stop.”
Before I knew what was happening, Nicholas had grabbed me by the thighs, lifted me up and on instinct my legs wrapped around his trim waist. I squealed in surprise.
He kissed his way up my neck while he walked until my ass hit the edge of the work counter which also doubled as the island in the center of the room. It was at the perfect height for me to sit perched on the edge.
“Fuck Scottie,” he said in exasperation mixed with relief as his left hand once again found the back of my neck and head, his fingers threading through my blonde strands, as he tugged on them to angle my head to give him better access. “You look so beautiful and fucking sexy right now.”
He had positioned himself between my legs, my needy center getting hotter and wetter by the second. I’d be embarrassed if I actually cared. It didn’t help matters that with every kiss, every ministration, that his glorious cock gently thrust into my center, eliciting more heat from me.
My hands had half-wrapped around his lower torso, and I held him firmly to me. But it was as if my hands had their own plans because my left hand brushed up and down his muscled and firm back, while my right hand descended and briefly skimmed over his very firm and solid ass.
Realizing where my hand was, I quickly retreated and had it move back up to his lower back, but Nicholas muttered between kisses, “Don’t stop on my account, honey. Grab it, squeeze it, massage it, own it. I don’t care. I love your hands on me, all over me. You’ve got me so turned on and hot for you right now,” he shared so freely.
By the last of his confession, he’d pulled his head back a little so that he could fully see my face and I his. We were both gasping for our next breath. Chests heaving. Cheeks and necks flushed. My heart was pounding in my chest.
His openness and honesty had me admitting something I don’t think I’d feel comfortable saying to anyone else, “Me too, I mean, you too. You’ve got me so hot right now.”
I barely saw his full megawatt smile because he captured my lips with his once more, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, having it dance with mine where they battled for pleasure. His hands gripped the globes of my ass and he pulled me to the counter’s edge as he thrust into me once more. His hands then made the ascent up, supporting my back, as he pushed me with his torso to lay flat on the work bench.
Once I was flat on my back, his fingertips danced down my torso, stopping briefly at my breasts and gently squeezing them, before pulling my nipples taught through my bra and T-shirt with his thumb and forefinger. The zing of arousal shot through my entire body when he did it, again and again, each time tweaking them slightly differently with a variation of pressure and angle.
And the bastard just grinned. Fully aware of what he was doing.
After the fifth pinch of my nipples, I gasped as my body gave a full-body shudder. My mouth formed an O in surprise and no words came out, except the whimper that had just squeaked out past my lips without my permission.
He grunted in response, and in satisfaction. “Did that feel good, honey?” In a haze, all I could do was nod my head while he dipped his head to capture my lips once more. But it lasted entirely too short because after his tongue danced with mine for what felt like only a heart beat, he pulled back. “That was a mini orgasm. And that’s just one of the many, many ways that I can give you pleasure. Do you want more?”
He looked at me like I’d never been looked at before. Revered. Cherished.Seen!
“What about you?’ I managed but it sounded like I had marbles in my mouth due to still not having function in all my extremities.
He ever-so-slightly shook his head in anobefore whispering to me, “Not yet. Right now is all about you, honey.”
He smiled at me as he lowered his head once more, this time his mouth captured my nipple through my thin layers that kept the semblance of barriers between us. And then he sucked like no one had ever sucked before.
I moaned out in euphoria, while my head thrashed from left to right and my fingers threaded through his messy hair.
He then kissed my sternum before placing a most gentle kiss to the obvious hard nipple that had been neglected up until now. “How about we give this one some much-needed attention, too? Hmm?” he said as he circled his tongue around the very tip of my nipple which was so visibly hard despite the layers.
“You know…” he began. “This would feel so much better without this fabric between us.” He said the last part as he began pulling up the hem of my T-shirt. He didn’t have to worry about me fighting him on removing it, because I couldn’t wait to get rid of the offending fabric.
I lifted up to my elbows as he made quick work of it, pulling it over my head and as I got it free of my hands. Nicholas’ hands were on my back, unhooking my bra with such confidence and familiarity.
He pulled the bra down my arms and flung it behind him in one swift move, capturing my lips once more and leading me to lay down yet again. He thrust into me more forcefully as his fingertips once again danced down my torso. His right hand cupped my breast and massaged it, before pulling my nipple into a tight peak.
His left hand was on his cock, pumping it, bumping into my covered pussy lips that were weeping for him. A man that I barely knew. Yet, here I was: topless, laying flat on my back, fully encompassed by him, and ready to surrender my everything to him.
His left hand cupped my pussy, while his thumb massaged tight circles over my clit. I tilted my head back on a gasp, and he moved to capture my right breast in his mouth where he bit down on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and that had me viciously gasping. He released the oversensitized tight bud, blew his breath over it which felt chilled because I was bared and exposed. He then open-mouth kissed my nipple before licking it, twirling his tongue around the peak and again capturing it with his teeth.
If I hadn’t heard myself scream into the huge cavern of the open studio space, I never would have believed a soul if they told me. I’d never in my life screamed in such pleasure. In fact, in my somewhat limited sexual experience, I’d never really been a very vocal partner save for a moan here or there.
But with Nicholas, apparently I was a screamer.
When my scream registered, I felt him growl which echoed through every fiber of my being. His left hand had continued to tease me and his own erection during this, but my right hand had made its way between us and as his long and thorough fingers continued to circle my clit and thrust against my covered opening, my fingers deftly grasped his girthy cock.
I hesitated for a moment when I touched his piercings. Registering my hesitation, his hand found mine. He closed his fist over mine, which made my grip on his cock tighter. He then gently guided me to stroke him up, down, up and down all while I felt the vibrations of a growl from deep within his body.
Once he felt that my hand had steadied along with my strokes, he returned his expert fingers to circling my clit.
