nipple.
Kneeling next to the couch, Nick propped
himself over me as he lathered my tits with the kind of affection a
girl could get addicted to. I watched him through half open eyes
while my hand stroked my clit softly.
Unlike every guy before him, Nick wasn’t
throwing in a little foreplay before his big move. Instead, he
explored. Nick claimed me, making my body submit to his touch.
Time became fluid. I saw nothing beyond Nick
teasing my overheated flesh. How many orgasms did I enjoy without
him ever entering me? When his teeth teased my nipple, I lost
control and nearly ripped his clothes off. Reaching for him, I was
startled by how effortlessly he pinned my arms over my head while
his free hand slid into my shorts and returned me to bliss.
Nick’s name echoed in the apartment as I
cried it again and again.
“ Please,” I whimpered, “I
want you inside me.”
Nick didn’t respond with words. He just
smiled then sucked on the fingers he used to making me come.
“ You’re not ready,” I
mumbled, exhausted by so much pleasure. “I can wait as long as you
do that a lot.”
A smile on his lips, Nick kissed me. “You
never let go. Do you know that about yourself?”
“ What the hell are you
talking about?” I asked, trying to sound indignant, but he was
teasing my nipples and I really didn’t care about anything
else.
Nick’s gaze was soft as he explored me
leisurely. “You can’t see it, I guess. You’re on guard though. Even
when you’re coming, you don’t really let go. I don’t think you
trust me.”
“ Do you trust
me?”
Nick shook his head, tugging at my nipple.
“Not because of you. I don’t trust you because I don’t trust
anyone. Not even me. Do you trust people?”
“ I guess.”
“ Maybe you just don’t trust
men,” he murmured.
“ You’re not
men.”
Nick grinned. “No, I’m not.”
“ Want to play in my bed
where we can stretch out and my mom won’t walk in on
us?”
Saying nothing, Nick stood in an easy
movement and lifted me to my feet. I wrapped my arms around his
neck and climbed him, feeling how much he wanted to be inside me.
Despite his plans to keep his clothes on, I figured the night was
still young.
Chapter Sixteen ~
Nick
Thunderstorms always returned me to the
closet in the dirty trailer. Knees against my chest, I would hide
my face and pray for the noise to stop. As a boy, I cried from how
loud everything echoed in the closet. As I got older, I controlled
my tears, yet clenched my jaw so tightly I often hurt for days
afterwards.
Even after leaving the trailer and moving to
Ellsberg, I struggled for control when thunderstorms rolled
through. In class once, I spent an hour digging a pen into my hand
to distract from the crack of lightning and crash of thunder.
Sitting in Bailey’s apartment, I heard the
approaching storm and knew I should leave. Yet the moment I glanced
at the door to make my escape, Bailey’s expression changed.
“ You want to
leave?”
“ I should probably head
out.”
“ Mom’s bringing
food.”
“ A storm is coming. I
better head out.”
“ Stay the night,” she
whined in a soft voice. “You already spent the night when I was
sick. Why not now?”
Desperate to leave, I paced to the door.
Bailey stood behind me and the will of her personality kept me from
turning the knob. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and forced
out the truth.
“ I hate thunderstorms,” I
said and she nodded like she understood, but I knew she didn’t. “I
get tense in them. I can’t relax and I don’t want to ruin your
night.”
“ I don’t care if you’re
tense. I want you to stay.”
Taking her face in my hands, I was barely
able to breathe as the storm approached.
“ As a kid, I hid during
thunderstorms. I couldn’t think or talk to anyone. I still get
scared. Do you get it? I can’t be your boyfriend and watch a movie.
I’m like a fucking baby, needing to hide in the fucking corner and
wait for the storm to pass. When
Kneeling next to the couch, Nick propped
himself over me as he lathered my tits with the kind of affection a
girl could get addicted to. I watched him through half open eyes
while my hand stroked my clit softly.
Unlike every guy before him, Nick wasn’t
throwing in a little foreplay before his big move. Instead, he
explored. Nick claimed me, making my body submit to his touch.
Time became fluid. I saw nothing beyond Nick
teasing my overheated flesh. How many orgasms did I enjoy without
him ever entering me? When his teeth teased my nipple, I lost
control and nearly ripped his clothes off. Reaching for him, I was
startled by how effortlessly he pinned my arms over my head while
his free hand slid into my shorts and returned me to bliss.
Nick’s name echoed in the apartment as I
cried it again and again.
“ Please,” I whimpered, “I
want you inside me.”
Nick didn’t respond with words. He just
smiled then sucked on the fingers he used to making me come.
“ You’re not ready,” I
mumbled, exhausted by so much pleasure. “I can wait as long as you
do that a lot.”
A smile on his lips, Nick kissed me. “You
never let go. Do you know that about yourself?”
“ What the hell are you
talking about?” I asked, trying to sound indignant, but he was
teasing my nipples and I really didn’t care about anything
else.
Nick’s gaze was soft as he explored me
leisurely. “You can’t see it, I guess. You’re on guard though. Even
when you’re coming, you don’t really let go. I don’t think you
trust me.”
“ Do you trust
me?”
Nick shook his head, tugging at my nipple.
“Not because of you. I don’t trust you because I don’t trust
anyone. Not even me. Do you trust people?”
“ I guess.”
“ Maybe you just don’t trust
men,” he murmured.
“ You’re not
men.”
Nick grinned. “No, I’m not.”
“ Want to play in my bed
where we can stretch out and my mom won’t walk in on
us?”
Saying nothing, Nick stood in an easy
movement and lifted me to my feet. I wrapped my arms around his
neck and climbed him, feeling how much he wanted to be inside me.
Despite his plans to keep his clothes on, I figured the night was
still young.
Chapter Sixteen ~
Nick
Thunderstorms always returned me to the
closet in the dirty trailer. Knees against my chest, I would hide
my face and pray for the noise to stop. As a boy, I cried from how
loud everything echoed in the closet. As I got older, I controlled
my tears, yet clenched my jaw so tightly I often hurt for days
afterwards.
Even after leaving the trailer and moving to
Ellsberg, I struggled for control when thunderstorms rolled
through. In class once, I spent an hour digging a pen into my hand
to distract from the crack of lightning and crash of thunder.
Sitting in Bailey’s apartment, I heard the
approaching storm and knew I should leave. Yet the moment I glanced
at the door to make my escape, Bailey’s expression changed.
“ You want to
leave?”
“ I should probably head
out.”
“ Mom’s bringing
food.”
“ A storm is coming. I
better head out.”
“ Stay the night,” she
whined in a soft voice. “You already spent the night when I was
sick. Why not now?”
Desperate to leave, I paced to the door.
Bailey stood behind me and the will of her personality kept me from
turning the knob. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and forced
out the truth.
“ I hate thunderstorms,” I
said and she nodded like she understood, but I knew she didn’t. “I
get tense in them. I can’t relax and I don’t want to ruin your
night.”
“ I don’t care if you’re
tense. I want you to stay.”
Taking her face in my hands, I was barely
able to breathe as the storm approached.
“ As a kid, I hid during
thunderstorms. I couldn’t think or talk to anyone. I still get
scared. Do you get it? I can’t be your boyfriend and watch a movie.
I’m like a fucking baby, needing to hide in the fucking corner and
wait for the storm to pass. When
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