Page 70 of Touch in the Dark

My lips part and before I can even think about speaking, he crashes his mouth down on mine. Despite the quickness of the movement, what should have been a brutal locking of our lips, they’re tentative, feeling out whether I want him to stop. His large hands are on either side of my waist. When he doesn’t sense any hesitancy from me, he pulls me flush against him, lifts one hand to the back of my head and licks at the seam of my lips. I open willingly and my hands come up to his shoulders as I kiss him back.

I don’t stop to think about the consequences. Hell, I barely even think about where we are as his hands roam my body, one hand gripping my breast, kneading the heavy flesh in his palm, his fingers finding and pinching my nipple as it hardens beneath his touch. He pushes a knee between my legs, and I spread them wider so he can slot in, pushing me back against the counter where my make-up is half put away. Something falls to the floor, but I don’t care what it is as I clutch at him, pulling at his t-shirt, wanting to feel his hot skin against mine. He breaks away to pull it off then practically tears my shirt over my head.

Are we doing this? Are we really taking it that far? He pulls the cups of my bra down, it’s so tight my breasts push up towards his mouth as he bends and draws a nipple in between his teeth. He groans as I cup his head, holding him there, the pull of his lips going straight down between my thighs, making me moan.

“Fuck, Elsa, I need to be inside you,” he speaks against the flesh of my breast.

His fingers are pulling at the drawstring of my pants so he can fit his hand inside. He seeks out the warm heat beneath my panties and I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me, finding me soaked for him. He looks at me then, a feral, hungry look in his eyes. Then he stops, draws his hand back. I’m panting like I’m about to die, which I think I will if he pulls away now. When he steps back, my heart almost breaks but he goes and locks the door, before grabbing his bag and rooting around inside it. Then he comes straight back to me, and I know nothing is going to stop this.

He pushes his pants down and then grabs mine, dragging them down my legs and I feel the hard length of him straining against his underwear as he kisses me again.

When his hands go beneath my ass and he lifts me fully onto the counter, I spread my legs so he can fit in between them, never breaking the kiss. It’s frantic now, both of us desperate. I watch as he pushes down his underwear and his cock springs out. I almost stop breathing as he looks at me, tearing the condom packet, which must have been what he was getting from his bag.

I grab it from him and take his cock in my hand, making him hiss. I pump my hand up and down his length, squeezing hard, making his eyes close as he grips my thighs.

“Do it,” he says looking down between us.

I roll the condom over him. He doesn’t even bother removing my underwear, he just pushes it aside, spears two fingers in me again, moving in and out and thumbing my clit to make sure I’m ready, then he pushes into me, and I inhale at the feel of him. I’m reminded of Brooke saying my hymen will grow back because of lack of use. It’s not quite like that but the shock of how huge he is, pushing into me has me tensing against the small burst of pain.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he pulls my hips towards him.

At first, he struggles to move but I force myself to relax, my body welcomes him and I tilt my hips up. He grabs my chin and kisses me as he moves, his hips thrusting like his life depends on it. Between kisses he's muttering about how good it feels, I can barely make out his words, until he presses his forehead to mine. He’s almost mindless in what he’s saying but I don’t miss his next words and I should be offended but I’m not. In fact, it turns me on so much more that I grow even wetter, the sounds our bodies are making echoing around the room.

“I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans. “I’ve missed fucking this amazing, tight pussy. I’ve missed you, Elsa. God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

All I can do is moan as he works my body, as he circles his hips and hits me deep inside, right in that place that drives me over the edge. I can’t help but cry out as the orgasm hits me, heedless of where we are or who might hear. Nick fucks me through it until he loses control too, his head tipping back on a long masculine groan. He clings to me, his head resting on my shoulder as his rise and fall on heavy pants.

When he raises his head, he stares at me, his eyes never straying as his lips touch mine. He kisses me in a much gentler way than he just took me. His eyes eventually sweeping shut as his tongue dips in and out of my mouth. I lose myself in that kiss, I lose myself in him.

He leans back but his hands never leave my body.

“Come home with me.”

“What about Archer?” I ask, stupidly.

Nick’s lip tilts. “I’m not sharing.”

“That isn’t what I meant,” my eyes widen, and he laughs.

Some of the darkness has lifted from his eyes, his expression isn’t so tight. Maybe because he’s just fucked out all the tension. But maybe, just maybe it’s more than that.

“My place is closer.”

“Yeah?”

I take a moment to think this through. It’s not like I can take it back. We just screwed each other like if we didn’t the world would end. Can it be more than that, can it leave this room or was it something we needed to get out of our system. I don’t want it to be over. Not yet. I push him back and hop down. Nick pulls off the condom and ties it off as he looks at me.

“Hurry,” I say, grabbing my pants. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to ride all the way home without doing that again.”

Nick grins. “I’m not gonna say no to that.”

“Get dressed,” I push him away.

I hastily get dressed and he helps me pack up my stuff. I tell him it’s staying here over night so doesn’t have to be perfect. I try to fix my hair, but Nick just grabs my hand and drags me out of the room. I blush as people stare at us. Nick just waves goodbye and hurries me out of the huge studio. The bitch receptionist goes to speak when she sees Nick but her eyes lower to his hand, where it holds mine and he’s towing me along. I do take the time to give her a smug grin but immediately feel bad about it. That isn’t me.

But shit. I feel this strange possessiveness of him. I don’t know what this is, but you can bet your damn ass he’s mine, even if only for tonight.

The car ride takes forever. I remember Max from the other day and don’t want to embarrass or disrespect him because there is no privacy screen in the SUV, but it is hard to keep Nick away. We do keep it relatively PG though, making out like teenagers, something I haven’t done for years. Our hands stray but never beneath the clothes. I think Nick would have if I hadn’t stopped him. It’s better this way though, less talk means less chance my brain will catch up and end this.

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