Page 41 of Captured Pawn
Feeling vulnerable, I decided to help by lifting the hem of his T-shirt up and off as well. The perfection that was his muscular chest distracted me until I felt his fingers expertly divesting me of my bra.
Once bare, his lips were on my taut nipple, sucking and nipping hard enough to draw several mews from me as I humped my body in a dirty rhythm.
Nick lifted his lips long enough to tease me. “See, I knew you were a kitten.”
Alarm bells were going off in my brain as I recognized how much his playful nickname for me warmed me from the inside. I already knew I’d miss hearing it after I went back to my real life.
Pushing those thoughts away for another day, I let my own hands start roaming over his body, admiring his broad shoulders, muscular arms and back, and thick hair that I’d never get tired of running my fingers through.
Once he’d gotten his fill of my breasts, Nick pushed my upper body back until I was lying on the island. I hadn’t even settled before his fingers were deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my black jeans, yanking them down my legs until they joined my top and bra on the floor.
It was as I glanced to the side that I remembered the pile of sex toys that he’d had displayed on the counter when I’d first arrived the day before. A pang of jealousy I had no right to feel pierced my heart at the thought of him doing this exact activity with someone else before me. Had he used the items on that beautiful woman I’d seen with him through my window? The same woman who’d betrayed my brother?
A wave of panic had me questioning what the hell I was doing.
I didn’t like the answer.
I was getting my heart broken, that’s what. I wasn’t strong enough to have casual sex, which meant whatever the hell this magnetic pull was that was happening between us wasn’t casual… at least for me.
I didn’t have time to worry about it for long once Nick dived forward to bury his face between my legs. His tongue hit a bullseye on my throbbing clit within seconds, lighting me up from the inside.
“Oh, God!” I called out as I bucked my ass off the counter.
Nick lifted his grinning mouth long enough to tease me. “See… that’s why we had to come down to the beach house. I knew you’d be a screamer.”
I felt the blush of embarrassment on my face. The thing was, I’d never even come close to being a screamer. To be fair, I didn’t have the best track record when it came to relationships. Regardless, we were only a few minutes in and I already knew it was going to be hard to find anyone in my future who would make me feel as desired as I did right now.
I was a second away from falling into a strong orgasm when Nick pulled his mouth away, turning to place soft kisses all over my inner left thigh instead. I’d been so close that when he sucked my clit into his mouth seconds later, I lifted my hips off the counter again, ready to explode.
But his lips were gone too soon. This time I heard a low growl of frustration and only after it stopped did I realize it had been me making the sound.
He was playing my body like a symphony. Taking me higher and higher before letting me fall again, never quite letting me reach the pinnacle I was chasing as if it were my next breath.
After the third time of denying me my ecstasy, Nick’s fingers joined his mouth on my pussy, pinching and plunging. He was the master of my body, chasing all of my worries and doubts out of my mind until the only thing I could think of was having him inside me.
“Nick, please…” I begged.
“Please what?” he barked.
I couldn’t say it.
After making me wait a few long seconds, he upped the ante. “Such a naughty girl. Use your words. Tell me what it is you need…” he said, his voice husky with his own growing need.
When I didn’t answer, he slipped several fingers deep inside me. My ass reared up off the counter, trying to get him to touch that secret spot that always brought me pleasure. But instead of complying, he let his fingers slide through my wetness, puncturing deep inside my most private hole instead.
“No! Not there!” I shouted, trying to jerk away from his grasp, but he was too strong. He made easy work of holding me in place while finger-fucking my virgin ass.
I was sure it was going to hurt, but it didn’t. It felt weird… full…dirty… and God, it felt good. I shouldn’t like this. It was wrong.
That was the last logical thought my brain had before stars exploded behind my eyes and the most powerful orgasm of my life consumed my body. Nick’s mouth had hold of my clit and wasn’t letting go as his fingers fucked my private hole, scissoring wider as they went, opening and stretching me until it hurt just right.
I wasn’t sure how long I laid there recovering. All I knew was as I floated back down to reality, I heard the jingle of Nick’s belt buckle as he divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
Memories of the last time he’d threatened to take his belt off returned with a vengeance, bringing both desire and dread in equal measure. The spanking in the gazebo had hurt so much, yet thinking about the possibility of an encore had the skin on my bottom tingling with an odd anticipation.
Nick lifted me again, this time up into his arms instead of over his shoulder. Still out of breath from my orgasm, I snuggled into the crook of his neck as he carried me through the still dark cottage, grateful I didn’t have to look into his eyes.
As we passed by the home office we’d spent so much time in over the last two days, I realized he was taking me deeper into the house… past the guest bath… and into his bedroom.
