Slow Burn - a Novel: The Elite (22 page)

Nick parted my lips with his tongue and swirled the tip over my lips and tongue, tasting, exploring every inch. His hands started a similar mission as they slid from the side of my face down my neck, over my shoulder, and down my bare arm. Wherever his fingertips touched, warmth spread from that point out until my entire body was like putty against him. Pliable and ready.

My fingers slipped under the front of his shirt, no longer able to keep myself from the temptation of his hotness. I smoothed over each section of his abs and then up to trace the lines of his pecs and over the hard tips of his nipples. Nick hissed as I raked a finger over his nipple and he bit down on my lip, taking everything to the next level.

He pulled my hips onto him so that I was straddling him. I rubbed against the bulge in his pants while he stripped both of my shirts over my head in one fluid motion. He dropped them to the floor and unhooked the sheer black bra that I’d chosen specifically for the occasion. It was a black silk bra with lacy cups that did nothing to conceal my hard, aroused nipples. Nick fingered them through the lace and I ground my hips against him even harder. He smiled and tossed my bra aside.

His large hands fit perfectly over my boobs as they fell forward. The sight of his strong hands on my bare skin made me wetter and I whimpered as his thumb and fingers teased my tender nipples. His fingers were long and thick and made it impossible not to wonder what they’d feel like buried inside of me.

I kissed him hard and fast, building the urgency with each passing second. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I dropped my hands to between my thighs and started tugging free the top button on his fly. He chuckled softly against my lips. “Someone a little eager to get to the main event?”

I laughed, slightly abashed by my own impatience. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about this for a while too.”

“Oh really?” Nick arched his brows. “Do tell…”

My cheeks went hot and I debated whether I should confess my darkest fantasy to him or not. My hands came to rest on his. “Well, right now, I’m thinking about these fingers and what they would feel like inside me.”

“Inside that hot, wet pussy?” he growled, the sound skittered over my skin and made me shiver.

“Uh huh.” I dragged his finger across my tongue and smiled as his eyes flew open even wider.

“Say it, Carly,” he prompted. “Tell me where you want these thick, strong fingers.”

I leaned over and put my lips against his ear. “I want them inside my pussy, Nick. I want you finger fucking me until I scream.”

Nick pushed me off of him, flat onto my back and with a hungry grin he popped open the button on my jeans, unzipped them, and peeled them down my legs. I writhed with anticipation as his eyes raked over my skin and down to the tiny, practically non-existent patch of lacy covering my most delicate part.

He left me only long enough to strip his tight shirt off over his head and the silhouette of his bared torso in the candlelight made me lose my breath and when he lowered back to the bed and brought his face, keeping his eyes on mine, to start a slow trail of kisses down my stomach, I damn near lost my mind. I bit back a curse as his lips skimmed the surface of my panties. I was soaking wet. “Nick…please…” my whisper was pleading. Every inch was tight and desperate for relief. A sweet relief that only Nick could give me.

His thumbs swept over my hips and peeled my panties down my body slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, until he’d pulled them away and laid me bare. Only then did he let his eyes feast on me. He cursed softly under his breath as he stroked his thumb through the wetness. “So sweet,” he groaned, bringing his mouth back to my skin.

I arched at the feel of his hot breath on my skin, silently begging him to put his mouth on me. “Nick…”

He smiled up at me and then flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit and a scorching fire slid all the way up my body, bursting every cell into flames in its wake. “Oh fuck…yes, please, please don’t stop,” I begged as his tongue dipped lower. Nick parted my pussy lips and licked. Like no man had ever licked me before. He had a hunger in him and when he slipped his finger inside me, I came in an instant.

“Fuck, baby, that’s nice. You like that, don’t ya? Come for me again,” he whispered, and another wave shook my whole body. His fingers were so good. I was floating. I was out of my body, overwhelmed with sensations as the buildup of another orgasm burned in me. My hips shuddered and I let go…letting the ocean of pleasure waves consume me. I’d never felt so fragile and wired before. I was lost, consumed by the powers of his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck, Nick…how do you…oh, God…do that?” I panted, unable to get back to earth.

I moaned as he pushed his finger deep inside me. “Mmm, so you do like it?” He teased, pressing inside me as another orgasm built inside. My legs trembled and when he dropped his lips back to my clit I dug my nails into his back, holding on to some sort of sanity. Right before I came for the god only knows how many times, I fell back against the pillows, my eyes rolling back in my head and I crashed into the overwhelm of sensations flooding my body.

The crash was tidal and I babbled out his name while frantically clawing at his back to keep myself grounded. I couldn’t believe he’d stolen not only my breath, but my words and common sense as well.

When he finally let me go, I sagged down to the bed and opened my eyes in time to see him crawl up my body. He looked down at me. “Better than you thought?”

I panted and nodded my agreement. “So. Much. Better.”

“Good. I’m happy you liked it.”

“How do you do that?”

He dropped his mouth to my breast and flicked his tongue over the tip. “I’m not telling my secrets.” I moved under him and moaned, pleading for mercy as each lick of his tongue made me shiver and shudder.

My hands wandered down his bare chest and went back to fussing with the fly on his jeans. “These need to go,” I said, laughing as my fingers fumbled with the button.

Nick chuckled and got the fly free and shucked them off with no problem. The bulge in his boxer briefs made my eyes go wide. I’d felt it through his jeans on a couple of occasions and had lots of wandering thoughts of what it might be like, but as I dipped my hand into the soft cotton and stroked the whole length of his thick cock I swore again under my breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he growled against my ear before running his tongue along the edge. He nibbled on my lobe before teasing me with the tip of his cock.

Nick paused to retrieve a condom from his bedside table and once he was suited up, he sat down on the bed, braced against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. He tugged my hand and I crawled to him and straddled his narrow hips. He swore as I lowered onto him and I bit back a groan of pleasure and pain as I rocked onto his dick. He filled me completely and I moaned at the pressure of his thick cock stretching me. I rolled my hips as Nick’s fingertips went to my breast to tease and torture my hard nipples. The added layer of sensations rocked my body and dropped my head back, giving him full access.

His dick was amazing. Hard, yet velvety and oh so sweet. I was full. My pussy. My heart. My head. Full of this man and I didn’t want to let go.

With each rock, the pressure built inside me until I was clinging to him tightly again. Nick took over the motion, grabbing my hips until his fingers pressed into my skin and pulled me hard against him. My breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest and each thrust made them bounce against his chest and teased the hard buds.

“Yeah, like that, baby,” Nick said, his cock getting thick and ready to release inside me. “Say my name.”

I moaned into his shoulder and rocked onto him a final time. He dug his fingers into my hips even harder as he came and I knew I’d likely have bruises the next day. Not that I’d care. They’d been more than worth it.

“Damn, Carly,” he panted. I laughed as he struggled to regain control.

“Better than you thought?” I asked, a glimmer of teasing in the question.

He pulled back so he could look into my eyes. “So much.”

Carly

“So, how was Mr. Williams?” Alesha teased over breakfast the next morning.

My cheeks flushed at the question, realizing that she must have noted the late hour that I arrived home. “I was out with—”

“Nick,” she interjected, smiling at me from her place across the kitchen table.

“What? How did you…?”

“We might not see each other all that often, Carly, but I’m your sister. I know when you’re lying.”

“Oh.” I looked down into my bowl of oats and stirred a swirl of cinnamon through the bland contents. “Sorry I lied to you…”

Alesha shrugged. “Don’t be. I get it. But, just so you know, I’m happy for you. Both of you. He’s a good guy. Hang onto him.”

Her sage advice surprised me. “I think I just might.”

Alesha smiled and spooned her oats into her mouth. Since finding out about the baby, she’d been eating three square meals a day, and snacking a lot more. I couldn’t figure out why I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t eating normally before being told by a doctor. I should have been keeping closer tabs on her. I’d been so wrapped up in keeping her out of trouble, that I hadn’t even seen the signs that she wasn’t taking care of herself properly.

“Thanks, Leash. Your support really does mean a lot to me.” I reached across the table and brushed the back of her hand. “I want you to know that I’m here to help you in any way that I can with everything going on.”

Alesha nodded down into her bowl, sniffling slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said softly. “I promise.”

Her eyes were rimmed with fresh tears as she brought them back to mine. “I just don’t know what to tell Dad. I know we have to…but…”

My heart squeezed. I wished I could tell her Dad would take it in stride and help her figure everything out. I knew he’d come around eventually. But I couldn’t predict how he’d react to the news in the first place. It was especially complicated since he was on a different continent. Alesha’s pregnancy—his impending grandparenthood—wasn’t exactly something to announce over the phone, but we didn’t have a choice. If we waited until Dad and Kelli were back stateside, Alesha’d be halfway through her pregnancy and I figured it would be an even worse way to let them in on the news. At least telling them now would give them some time to adjust before being back home again.

“He wants me to go to college and have a fancy career and now…I don’t know if any of that is even possible anymore.”

“It’s possible. And you’ll have lots of help with the baby. Kelli works from home, so she can help out. Hell, maybe she’ll get pregnant too and then the babies can play together.” I smiled, hoping that my words sounded more confident than they felt. I knew my dad would eventually come around and support Alesha and his soon-to-be grandchild. Kelli, on the other hand, was bound to have a much harder time with it. I couldn’t imagine her being thrilled about being a grandmother—was step-grandmother even a thing—before she had her own child.

Alesha pursed her lips. “What if—what if I stayed here? With you?”

Her question shocked me in my gut. I pressed back in my chair to ground myself. It wasn’t even something I’d had on my radar—and I thought I’d pretty much covered all possible scenarios.

“Never mind,” she said, waving her hand. “That obviously wouldn’t work.”

“I didn’t say that,” I replied, trying to keep my head from spinning around like a creepy monster from a horror movie. The idea of Alesha living with me permanently, with a baby, in my house…

“Let’s talk to Dad first. Then we’ll decide what’s best. Okay?”

She nodded, but didn’t meet my eyes.

“I hate to eat and run, but, I have to bake some muffins before I open today. It’s blueberry muffin day and I always have to make triple the normal amount. I swear I don’t put crack in them…but seriously…people go crazy for them.” Alesha smiled and some of the pressure in my chest released. “Do you want to come with me today? I promise you can have as many muffins as you want.”

“Sure. I’ll come by after I take Lady out.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

We said goodbye and I headed out to go to
The Siren
. As I walked, the crisp morning air took me back to the way the wind had blown in Nick’s bedroom window the night before and the way it felt on my sweat slicked skin as Nick brought me to the peak of pleasure over and over again. I must’ve came seventeen times. I didn’t know my body could even do that. I wondered if it was a sign. My thighs clenched as I remembered his face buried between them, and the moment he’d looked up at me, his face slick and wet and his dark eyes, glowing in the moonlight.

“Whew!” I shuddered and flapped the lapel of my jacket to cool off.

Yep, this was going to be a problem. I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on muffins, coffee, or counting change if I kept thinking about Nick—especially the memories we’d made in his bed.

I was able to successfully—for the most part—set aside my steamy thoughts as I got into my usual work flow, but when he came walking through the front door in the middle of the morning rush—my entire world flipped upside down. It was like flying and drowning all at once.

Then he smiled at me and I damn near lost it.

“Here, why don’t I take those so you can go talk to your boy toy.” Alesha was at my side, reaching to take the tray of muffins from my hand. She slid a sideways smirk at me as I handed it over.

“Thanks.” I went to the counter and Alesha was there, seconds later, ready to help the next customer. Nick raised his eyebrows at me and I shrugged. With a tilt of my head, I gestured for him to come over to the other end of the counter, by the large carafes of hot coffee.

“Good morning, beautiful lady.” he drawled, giving me another half-smile.

“Morning. Sleep well?”

“Exceptionally.” He leaned forward and before I could realize what he was doing, he landed a kiss. I jerked back in surprise but he was too much to resist. I melted back into the kiss, letting our lips linger for another heartbeat before pulling away. Even before my eyes swept the room, I knew that all eyes were on us and a calm quiet had washed through the shop.