Page 137 of Prickly Pair
“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” He whispered.
“No,” I grunted. “Thought we hated each other.”
“Mm, yeah, but even so. I’ve thought about fucking you countless times. It’s actually been almost all I could think about for weeks. I was a little jealous of Matthew and Evie.”
“Me too,” I mumbled.
“Thought so.”
He poured a generous amount of lube in his hands and started to work my hole, circling it and pushing inside me. I relaxed around him, my eyes fluttering.
“You’re mine now,” he sighed happily. “All mine.”
“I am,” I agreed.
His chuckle made my stomach flip. I groaned as he pushed three fingers inside me, teasing and testing.
“Nick,” I whispered. “Fuck me. Please. I need you in me now. I want you inside me more than anything else.”
He kissed my shoulder once more, but then I felt the head of his cock against me. The anticipation was killing me, especially as he simply rocked against me, teasing me.
“Nick,” I demanded.
He playfully slapped my ass. “You and I should set up a little wrestling session in the future. I like the idea of seeing who taps out first.”
“It would be you,” I growled.
He answered by reaching down and covering my mouth with his hand, and shoving his cock deep inside me. I gasped as I took him, every rigid inch, his piercings increasing the pleasure.
Nick dragged his hips back, then thrust into me again.
Fuck.This was perfect.
It felt like we’d been waiting for this forever. I knew that Evie and Matthew had been making fun of us for holding out so long, but god it was worth it.
All that tension. All that hate. All that thinking that he was someone I could never possibly like.
And being so incredibly fucking wrong.
Maybe I’d been in love with him the whole time.
Whatever the truth was, we were here now. I was his. He was mine. And everything in my world was finally starting to feel right again.
I grunted as his cock stretched me. His breaths puffed out as he fucked me, my legs shaking as he drove into me harder. I licked the hand he had clasped around my mouth and he cursed at me.
“Now I know how Matthew feels when I’m a brat,” he panted.
“You are a brat,” I groaned.
“Mm-hmm, and you hate me so much. How’s my cock feeling inside you, Whynot?”
Really fucking good.
He pushed me harder into the mattress, his cock drilling in and out of me. And fuck, those piercings. They felt so good. I shivered under him, my eyes rolling back as our bodies slapped together. I’d already come in the shower, but my cock was growing hard again with every brutal pump.
“I’m gonna come again,” I said, my voice muffled against the blankets.
“I know you are,” he growled. “Keep taking my cock, Whynot.”
