Page 64 of The Payback

“I thought we were fighting,” I say breathlessly.

“Fighting or fucking... is there really a difference?” I hear the smile in his voice, but it’s immediately forgotten as he nips at my neck, the sharpness of the sting tugging on something low in my core.

I grip his hair, dragging his face back up to mine, searching his eyes for answers he’s unwilling to give. His pupils are blown so wide it’s impossible to see where they end and the irises begin. I lean forward and take his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it and dragging him back under the waves of lust and want with me.

Nik’s hands come between us, and he grips the top of my sports bra and uses his other hand to slide the zipper down between my breasts. With a rough yank, the material separates, and he shoves the straps over my shoulders and down my arms, his rough fingertips following it.

He dips low, taking my left nipple into his mouth. Nik sucks and bites gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I whimper, my hips bucking and searching for friction as he moves to my other breast, giving it the same treatment.

My nipples don’t look like they used to, not after nursing Bella for so long. But if he notices, he doesn’t say a damned thing. Pressure builds as he covers one tight and aching bud with his fingers, then seals his mouth around the other and flicks it with his sinful tongue before he sucks hard.

I shove at his head when I feel that prickling sensation that used to happen when Bella nursed. It’s been months, but the way he envelops my nipple and pulls it to the back of his mouth is triggering something in me.

Panicking, I look down, and sure enough, his left hand has droplets on it. I grab that hand, wiping away the evidence with the tape wrapped around my knuckles and palm, and pray it was just on one side. There’s not much since I haven’t breastfed in months, but I just experienced letdown.

A few seconds later, Nik releases my other breast, licking his lips and groaning as he trails kisses across my breasts. He says nothing. He just grins at me when his deft fingers reach the waistband of my bike shorts, that devastating smile undoing the last of my reasoning about why this is a terrible idea.

“Tell me to stop now, Ellie,” he begs, resting his forehead against my bare shoulder. He inhales deeply, his nose nudging the pulse hammering in my neck.

I can’t find the words. They don’t exist anymore, and I don’t want to recreate them.

Sliding my fingers from his hair to my shorts, I tug them down. He takes over peeling them and my white cotton panties down my thighs. When they get caught on the rubber soles of my shoes, he hastily removes them so I’m left standing in my socks while he’s still dressed from the waist down.

“Ellie,” he groans, stepping back and letting his eyes devour my body. Thankfully, Bella didn’t leave me with stretch marks, but I feel his eyes trace my wider hips and larger breasts. It feels taboo to be standing here in nothing but ankle socks while he’s still clothed—a power imbalance given flesh.

“Nik,” I beg.

For what? I don’t know, but I need itnow.

His eyes lock onto mine as he reaches between us, his fingers sliding into my wetness. I gasp at the roughness, at the wildness coursing through my veins with his every touch. My head falls forward, my forehead resting against his as he strokes me, his fingers curling and rubbing my most sensitive spot.

Our breath mingles as he fingers me, rubbing inside me at that deliciously sensitive spot and causing my need for more to coil tighter in my stomach.

My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, my body trembling with pleasure as he plays me like a fine-tuned instrument. I look between us, only seeing the ink as it trails in loops and whorls over his body.

But I feel something there on his toned shoulders. There are welts on the back side, thin ridges I can’t see without breaking the intensity between us to examine them better.

A familiar heat is building inside me, and I know I’m close to the edge. Nik’s fingers, his heat, and his kisses all have me in a chokehold as I close my eyes and ride his hand wantonly.

“Please, Nik,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper.

He grins wickedly, pulling his fingers from me and standing to his full height. He raises his hand, licking my arousal off and groaning as his eyes slide shut.

When they open again, there is no more of the anger he’s been harbouring. It’s all lust, and I realise then that I want this man to ruin me.

He undoes his black trousers, shoving them down so they’re bunched around his thighs.

My eyes rove over his body, snagging on a new detail. “You’re pierced?”

His lips curl in wicked delight as he takes himself in his hand, stroking from base to tip, the balls of the jewellery shifting with each pass. “Seems obvious,” he says drolly.

“But yo-you weren’t...” I stutter, unable to take my eyes off the rhythmic stroking and the metal through the tip of his dick.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen my cock, Ellie.” He smirks. “It’s a Prince Albert. Does that bother you?”

I lick my lips, nerves lighting up my body. I’ve never been with someone who has... accessories. “No, just, uh, taking it all in.”

“Oh, you’ll be taking it all in.” That damned laugh echoes around me, and before I know what I’m doing, my hand has replaced his as I slide along his cock. He’s hard as stone, and I flick the end of the piercing with my thumb.

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