Page 11 of Her Cocky Client
Chapter6
Lily
Nick stepsme backward into the room. I can’t say he’s pushing my limits or forcing the issue, because my arms are gripping his shirt and helping him get us past my threshold. I’m light-headed with euphoria. He tugs my shirt out of my pants, turns me around, and grinds his stiff cock against my ass as he strokes my lower stomach beneath the fabric. Two strong, warm hands—hands I didn’t know I missed—feel their way slipping between my pants and thong panties to cup my mound as he sucks on myneck.
Bad idea, bad idea, my logical mind is screaming.
Fuck, this feels too good to be logical. My body is on its own trajectory.
Nick nearly tears my blouse off. I think I hear a button pop. I pull from him to check the damage, but he grabs my hair and smashes his teeth to my neck again. He steps forward, walking me over to the bed. I kick my shoes off right before we collapse onto the mattress.
Nick finishes what I started by removing his suit jacket and tossing it to the floor. His biceps strain underneath his shirt, the sight of them making the muscles between my legs clench. I’ve yet to see him completely naked. There’s no way he’ll disappoint. I’ve felt those hard lines and bulging muscles beneath my hands.
Now I’ll get to feel them on top of my nakedbody.
He takes the shirt off, looking in my direction while he pulls his arms out ofit.
“This isn’t right,” I say, hoping he’ll agree. I’m not thinking straight right now. What we’re doing is a bad idea. I need Nick to back meup.
I try to pick out some objection I can use, but he gets off me and I already miss him. I realize then that he’s removing his pants. A huge bulge presses against the fabric of his boxers. Just like that, I’m completely distracted.
“Yes. Thisis.”
I can’t even speak. Nick throws himself back down onto the bed. He grabs my legs and yanks me towards him. I don’t resist as he gets the rest of my clothes off of me. Who am I kidding? I am not walking away from this. I slide his boxers down. His warm body locks me to the mattress and his soft tongue runs across my teeth. The tip of his cock pushes against my leg, hot, stiff, and ready togo.
I’m throbbing with desire, about to scream from frustration.
Nick stops kissing me. “You know,” he says against my cheek. “Once you get your clothes off, you’re pretty easy to get alongwith.”
My teeth clamp down. “Fuck you,” I grit through tight teeth.
He chuckles. “Yes please.”
“Shut up.” I push against him, throwing him off of me. He sits up on the bed with a surprised look on his face. I grab the base of his cock and swivel my tongue around its tip. Nick stops talking. Pumping his shaft slightly with both hands, I work my mouth up and down his length. With each bob of my head, I take a little bit more of him in. Tasting his salty-sweet pre-cum makes mewet.
Nick groans and relaxes underneath me. I relax my jaw and take in more of him, massaging his balls with one hand. Saltiness lands on my tongue. He’s close to coming, but I’m not going to let it happen. Not when he’s been intentionally pissing me off for the past hour or so. I let him slip out of my mouth, and I sit back on my knees.
He has lust and frustration written all over his face. Both give me some satisfaction. Before I can take another breath, his hand is on my wrists, locking them together above my head. He tosses me down onto the mattress. I don’t plan on going anywhere. This is my room, and I can’t wait to see what he’ll do to me. I resist a bit under hisgrip.
“Don’t move,” he commands, breathing the words into myear.
He kisses me feverishly, his available hand takes free rein with my body. His fingers find their way over my breasts, roughly twisting and pinching at my nipples. Pain shoots through me and I yelp against his mouth. He pays no attention. Down, down, hegoes.
A finger pushes into my dripping wet opening.
Nick chuckles against my lips. “You’re ready for me, I see. Hate menow?”
“Yes,” Imoan.
“How about now?” He rubs his thumb over my clit. My hips rise off the bed for more contact.
“Move and I’ll spank you.” He lets go of me to retrieve a condom from his pants. I stay put, but the truth is I’m curious about what his idea of spanking might entail.
Nick watches me while he stands there, cock facing forward, bobbing as he rips open the condom wrapper.
“Good job. It turns out not only can you listen, but you can also keep your mouthshut.”
“Go to Hell,” I snap without thinking.
