Chapter 4I woke up in Nick’s bed.
How the fuck did I get there?
Oh yeah. I remember. Sex, and lots of it. Nick was lying next to me, his face buried into the crook of my neck. I tried to move and groaned. Oh great. Let’s see if I can walk today.
I shifted, trying to get my arms free; Nick was laying on one of them. It had gone dead. Ironic huh? But, Nick woke up. Just great. More sex.
“Good morning Kev.” He purred in my ear. I melted. Not literally of course, now that would be messy. I smiled gently.
“Morning Nick.” I replied, stretching underneath Nick’s body. Which wasn’t easy let me tell you. Nick smiled, running his hand down my stomach. “More?” I had to ask. Little Kevvy was getting excited. And usually, little Kevvy had a mind of his own.
“Of course.” Nick purred sitting up over me. I felt his thighs squeeze my sides slightly, like you would a pony. Great. Now I’m a pony, is he gonna ride me?
Probably. Hopefully.
Nick always wanted sex in the mornings. I’d rather snuggle and kiss. I know, doesn’t sound like me, but… I’m an old romantic at heart. Nick however…
He kissed me. Hard. And damn, he could use that tongue of his. I moaned underneath him, sounding just like a whore I’d once eaten. Maybe I was. Who knew what Nick wanted to do to me?
Nick’s hand burned trails of fire down my body, the skin twitching underneath his fingers. Ooh fuck. He jerked me off slightly, smiling at the dazed look on my face.
“Like that Kev?” He pumped me faster, and I arched against him. I nodded frantically. He laughed. I hated that laugh. Degrading, patronising. But I managed to ignore it. Nick slid off me and stood up. I knew instinctively what he wanted. All these years taught me something then. I slid to my knees in front of him.
Fuck, I was such a bitch.
Tentatively, I leant forward and licked at the head of his erection. No doubt about it. Nick was huge. I think I was the only one who could actually deep-throat him, and I had trouble. Nick gripped my hair and thrust forward. I nearly choked as he filled my mouth. He moaned. Called me a bitch. Hey, it was true. I sucked him gently, feeling him thrust forward harder and harder, I had trouble breathing. I gripped his hips to stop me falling over.
“Ooh. Fuck you bitch…” He screamed. Hey, he screams too. Goody. He pulled out of my mouth and watched me catch breath. Right now, I could barely think. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to fuck me. Or for me to fuck him, like that would ever happen. I looked up at him a little pleadingly.
I even did the puppy eyes. They nearly always worked. Nick grinned.
“Get on the bed.” He said, huskily. I obeyed. However degrading this was, he’d done it thousands of times before. I could handle. I slid on the bed on my front. I knew how Nick liked it. Nick laughed and sat over my thighs, stroking my back gently. I sighed, and felt Nick lean over me. “Come on Bitch, you know what to do.” I moaned gently. Dirty talking turned me on. I spread my legs and let Nick push his still wet cock against me.
Come on, you bastard, fuck me already.
I bit my lip. Ooooh fuck. All the way in. I felt blood on my lips from where I bit it so hard. I moaned again. Nick was brutal, barely giving me time to breathe. I lay still as the thrusts grew harder, deeper in me, knowing Nick loved fucking rough like this.
And hey, I wasn’t complaining. My own orgasm just appeared from nowhere, the little bugger. Suddenly I was screaming and cumming on the bed. What the fuck…
“Me too Kev…” Nick whispered, I hadn’t even realised he had cum. I wrinkled my nose slightly in confusion. “What the fuck. I agree.” Realising I had said it out loud, I blushed gently and Nick kissed my neck, nipping at the skin. I sighed and relaxed as Nick slid out of me. I felt him move away but I didn’t want to. I liked just lying here.
I opened my eyes slightly to watch him get dressed. Hmm, he should wear leather more. Maybe I should too.
“Should I wear more leather?” I asked, rolling onto my back. Nick looked at me.
“Yes.” I smiled. “So then any guy can come and fucking rape you.” His voice had gone hard. My smile faded. In an instant, he was over me, holding me down to the bed by my throat. I nearly choked. “Or is that what you want? Just any guy? Like Brian? You fucked him because you were bored right?” I bit my lip and tried to act submissive. It wasn’t working. “You’re mine Kevin.” He hissed, bringing his lips close to mine. “My childe, my bitch. Mine, and don’t forget that.” He slapped me hard across the face and I stared up at him a little shocked.
A little? I was fucking in concussion from the shock. He let go of my throat. Then the door slammed as he walked out, leaving me gasping for breath.
What the fuck is up with him? Midlife crisis 30 years early?
I dragged myself up and pulled the clothes on from last night. Basically, it was just jeans, but they were better than nothing. I staggered into the bathroom, seeing the purple bruises where Nick’s fingers had been round my throat. Groaning, I hurried to my room and slipped a polo-neck jumper on.
Hide the bruises. Can’t let the others see. The media… The media would eat us alive, then throw our remains to the talk shows. I shuddered and wandered out to find Brian.
What was left of Brian.