Nick already had his arms over his head pulling off shirt when I pressed my hands against his chest. I heard him gasp as I ran my hands over the smooth skin, loving the feel of him under my fingers. Rising to my knees I planted small, chaste kisses across his chest, pausing several times to dart my tongue against his nipples. He groaned my name and pushed me away.
"You're trying to kill me?" he asked shakily.
I grinned. "What's the matter, Nicky, you can dish it out but you can't take it?"
Kevin chuckled behind me, but stopped suddenly as I leveled a serious look at him. "Be careful, Kev, you're next. Watch and wait." I turned back to Nick. "Now, where were we?" I mused, running one finger down the center of his chest, around his navel and along the downy line of hair that disappeared under the fly of his jeans.
I was becoming bolder by the minute and could hardly believe the words that were coming from my own lips. "Whatcha hiding under here, hmm?" I giggled at the look of intense pain that crossed his face and pressed my hand to the bulge beneath.
"Don't do that unless you want it to be over before it begins," he growled. His eyes darkened to a deep aquamarine and a cold sweat broke out across his brow.
"Then don't make me wait," I whispered.
My hands reached for the snap at his waist, my fingers fumbled with the closure and his fingers met mine to help. At last it popped open and I slid the zipper carefully over his hardness. Dear God, the heat that radiated from within ... Pushing the fabric away I reached my hand inside and grasped his length, squeezing gently.
"God, Bec-" Nick stood abruptly, pushing his jeans over his hips to drop onto the floor. His briefs followed and my eyes took in the sight before me. God, he was beautiful. Nothing I had read or speculated did this man justice. He watched me look at him, and stood silently before me, unashamed.
Reaching out a tentative hand, I touched him. His control was slipping away and he twitched beneath my fingers as I stroked him firmly, spreading his own moisture over the tip. Pushing me back onto the bed, he lay down beside me as I continued my stroking, and he kissed me. God, it felt so wonderful. There was an urgency to his touch and as his lips parted mine, he wove his fingers through the curls at my thighs, slipping back and forth in the slick heat. My hips lifted to him of their own accord and he pressed a long finger inside, his thumb circling my clit.
More. God, I needed more.
"Nick-" I broke the kiss.
"Mmm ..." was his only reply, his lips tugging now at my breast.
"Nick, please-" I whimpered in desperation.
His hand stilled as he raised up to look into my eyes. It was time.
"Now?" he whispered, settling himself between my thighs.
"Now."
And then he was there. Oh my sweet lord, he was inside me, pushing me to heights I had never imagined. Quick ... it would be quick ...
"Bec ..." he groaned my name and I knew he couldn't last much longer.
Frantically I raised my hips to his. More. I needed more, please, just a little more ...
I felt him begin to tense against me and at the last he reached a hand between us and touched me. I shattered in his arms as he spilled himself inside me and we cried out in relief.
He held me close, our hearts racing, and as I looked sleepily into his eyes I heard ...
"Damn."
Kevin. We were so totally lost in each other, we hadn't given a thought to the man watching us; the man whose face was tight with need. As we lay entwined, Nick still buried deep within me, I reached out my hand.
"Come here."
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