Page 117 of Claws & Cover Ups
I breathe against his chest, sucking the skin into my mouth. Biting it when his hand cracks down again. My dick, stuck between our bodies, takes notice and is half-hard.
Nicholas massages my ass, the movement of his hand sending jolts up my spine. Then he pulls my cheeks apart with both hands, and his finger dips down inside me.
“I think that’s enough for now,” he says, his voice all growl.
“I knew you were soft,” I croak out.
“Oh yeah?” he says, moving me around until his dick pushes against my hole. Then he fills me in one swift motion.
I groan out.
He folds his legs so his feet rest on the bed and fucks into me with abandon. The position can’t be easy for him, but that doesn't stop him from pushing into me repeatedly, fast and hard.
I feel every inch of it. My heated, abused skin tingles when his thighs slap against me. My cock is rubbing against our bodies.
“Still too soft for you?”
He adjusts me some more until he’s hitting my prostate every thrust, and my oversensitive body shivers with every contact. This is too much and not enough. I want him to fill me and never leave. I want him to never stop.
The orgasm came like a surprise, like he yanked it out of my body.
“Yes, baby, let go,” Nicholas says.
I look at him, his face is scrunched up and sweaty, eyes shining, almost golden. He’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I lie there limp, letting him use me to chase his release. I love it. Being his. To use, to own, to dowhateverhe damn pleases.
I must have said some of it out loud because suddenly I find myself on my back. He takes both my legs over his shoulders, so my hip is hanging in the air, and fucks into me like a man on a mission.
After a few minutes of his torturous pace, my dick stirs, trying to get back into the game. The valiant effort doesn’t succeed. He pushes into me over and over, making me feel every thrust. My body is onfire, ready for this to be over, yet wanting him to keep inside me forever.
Then he stops, his release filling me to the brim.
“Fuck, that was good.” He drops down beside me again and pulls me into him. “Not too much, right?” He caresses down my back until his fingers find my sore hole.
“It will be if you keep doing that,” I warn breathlessly. Honestly, he can do anything to me, and it’ll never be too much.
He laughs. “Noted.” He doesn't push his finger in, just lets it rest there, feeling me. “Maybe you can fuck me when your dick is back in commission?” he offers.
“We’ll see,” I try for nonchalance while my dick perks up at the mention.
Nicholas laughs.
Just then, his phone vibrates somewhere in the bed.
He groans. “Ignore it,” he says. “We’ll never find it anyway.” He looks at the mess we’ve made of his mattress.
The vibration stops, then starts back up.
That begins a long, tiring hunt for his phone. We locate it successfully under one of the pillows near my foot when it starts vibrating the third time.
Nicholas picks the call up and puts it on speaker. He leans back against the bed, pulling me with him, so my head rests on his chest. Is this my future? Being glued to Nicholas at all times? Do Ireallymind that?
“You were supposed to update me about the officer-involved shooting investigation. Where were you?” A woman’s low, angry voice fills the room. It raises the hair on the back of my neck.
Nicholas makes a guilty face. “I was just about to call you, Meena. They’re not pressing charges, and the Internal Affairs cleared me, too,” he tells her.
“Mm-hmm,” she doesn’t sound like she believes him. Nicholas isn’t much of a liar, even at the best of times. “So, I don’t need to get involved?”
“Nope. All handled. I was careful,” he says.
