Page 71 of Touch in the Dark

When we pull up at Remi’s place, Nick thanks Max.

“You two have fun,” he says on a laugh, with a wink.

“Oh, we will,” Nick tells him.

He takes my hand, and we hurry up the steps to the brownstone. Nick is behind me, holding my hips and pushing against my ass as I unlock the door and enter the lobby. Momentarily he’s distracted by the place, but I head for the elevator.

He laughs as the doors open. “Forgot about this.”

“Uh huh,” I step inside and pull him after me, then turn him and press him against the wall as I reach around and hit the top button. Shit that is for the living area but screw it. I shock him when I grab the waistband of his pants and pull, dropping to my knees. He didn’t put any underwear on so I’m totally unhindered as I grip his cock and take him in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” Nick grunts, putting one hand on the back of my head, the other gropes for the railing that runs around the elevator. “Fuck, Els, that mouth,” he breathes out.

I flatten my tongue so I can take him in further and he pushes so I almost gag, but I don’t care. The elevator stops, the door whooshes open but I’m too busy to care. Until Nick gently pulls my head back and hits the button on the elevator again to stop the doors closing. He bends down and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips as he marches out of the elevator. He mindlessly kisses me while trying to navigate the room. There is enough light coming from outside to illuminate the room. I like that we’re in the dark though. It makes his touch that much hotter.

When we reach the sofa, he deposits me on one end so I’m facing the arm, then kicks off his sweatpants and takes my head in one hand and his dick in the other, pulling me back on to him. I put my hands down on the edge of the sofa as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. He’s too big to go all the way so I curl a hand at the base. He’s grunting and cursing as he pumps into my mouth, and I feel his balls drawing up against my hand. The beauty of us right now is we know each other’s bodies so well and I’ve always been completely enthusiastic when it comes to blow jobs, so Nick knows he doesn’t need to ask as he blows down my throat. His abs contract tightly in front of my face as I pull back, licking my lips. Nick’s panting hard as he looks down at me.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he cups my chin. “Come here,” he grabs me beneath the arms and lifts me, so my legs are over the other side of the arm, my butt resting on the pillow. “My turn,” he drops to his knees and removes my pants and underwear, spreading me wide, he ducks his head and proceeds to fuck me to the point of madness with his tongue and fingers.

I cry out hoarsely when I come, flopping like a limp noodle on the sofa. I can’t even open my eyes when Nick gets to his feet. His deep chuckle can’t wrench them open either. And I’m no better when he scoops me up, though my eyes crack when I feel his hot skin against mine, he’s taken everything off. God, if Remi could see this. He’d be simultaneously thrilled at me finally getting some and drooling over Nick’s body.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“Downstairs,” I say, looping my arms around his neck as he carries me bridal style to the spiral staircase. It’s nothing to him, like I’m light as a feather as he bounds down the stairs, following my directions. “Wait, I say as we go through the threshold. “I just need to grab something.”

Nick frowns but sets me down and let’s go. I glance down, his dick is already stirring, or maybe it never went fully soft. I bite my lip and groan, then dash out of my room and down to Remi’s. I open the drawer to his dresser and take out his stash of condoms. I drop the majority of them, then think better and grab a good handful. When I hurry back to my room, Nick is already on the bed, fully involved in some pretty erotic self-love. He eyes me, and the condoms in my hand, then a wicked grin splits his lips, and he holds out his spare hand.

I don’t waste any time getting to the bed.

Nick’s stamina was always impressive and that has not changed. He practically throws me around the bed and I’m here for it, writhing and moaning no matter what position he has me in. By the time we’re spent, it’s after midnight and I’m practically comatose. He makes me use the bathroom though, his protective, caring instincts kicking in, and he does too as he gets rid of all the evidence that had been dropped on the floor in the frenzy.

I’m not sure if he is going to stay, and I don’t know whether to offer, but he takes that decision out of my hands when he gets into bed and pulls me against him. I go easily enough, trying not to let doubts creep in. We’re grownups, we can deal with what we just did. Tomorrow.

Then Nick kisses the top of my head and my soul practically leave my body.

I’m screwed.

I sleep like the dead, but I wake up at seven, my body clock is so well trained it is normal for me to wake at this time. I’m conscious of the huge man in my bed, even though he is across the other side. He’s facing away from me, one leg hanging over the edge. He isn’t snoring but his breaths are deep and even, he’s so completely under.

I dress in sleep shorts and a t-shirt cautiously, I don’t want to wake him. For more than one reason. I need some space to breathe. I head upstairs feeling aches in places I’ve not ached in for a long time. Not least between my thighs.

“Shit, he is so good at that,” I bite my lip as I make my way upstairs. Fortunately, Reggie went home to L.A. a couple of days ago, although I’m not sure she would have even entered my mind last night when we were giving each other head on the sofa. I glance at it as I pass, it looks none the worse for what we did. No evidence left over fortunately. I’m sure Remi would be happy I’ve broken the seal, not so much on his sofa.

I grab myself a huge glass of water and gulp most of it down before setting the coffee machine going. I don’t usually drink much caffeine, but it feels necessary this morning. I still get out the ingredients to make a smoothy though and carefully chop the fruit and vegetables I need for my green machine recipe.

Nick manages to sneak up on me when the blender is going, hiding the sound of his approach. His arms come around my waist making me squeal in surprise. His breath brushes my ear as he laughs, then he nibbles on my neck, making my eyes cross, before stepping back. I glance over my shoulder at his naked chest. He’s wearing his sweats at least. He must have grabbed them on the way past where he dropped his stuff last night.

“Want some?” I ask, indicating the blender jug and a glass.

His nose wrinkles. “I’ll stick with coffee,” he says heading to the machine. He holds up a mug.

I nod. “A little cream, one sugar,” I say, and he sets to work.

I pour out my smoothy then turn and watch him as he makes me my drink. He slides it along the counter to where I’m standing then makes his own. When he’s done, he turns and leans his back against the counter, looking at me with those intense blue eyes.

“So that happened,” he breaks the silence.

“In a big way,” I agree.

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