Page 62 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
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Nicco
We have one more day planned together next week. That’s not enough. I’ve never felt this way about a woman, not even Ana. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but it’s intense. I know I want to plunge deep into her, but it’s more than that, so much more. I don’t know how I can feel whatever I’m feeling right now, it’s only been a few days. I have to drown these feelings, but I can’t. She’s more addicting than my fucking cigarettes. She has to come with me next weekend. After next week, whatever is happening between us ends. I don’t want to hurt her. Shit, I don’t want to get hurt.
My thoughts are all over the place.
Back in my hotel room, I go out to the balcony and have a cigarette. I can’t stop thinking about her and the day we just spent together. Her tiny, sexy body, the way she felt in my arms in the ocean, the smell of coconut on her skin when I kissed her cheeks. I’ve seen many female bodies and fucked my share of hot women, but when Destiny took off the dress covering her bikini, it took everything in me to keep from getting hard on the spot. Her skin is unspoiled perfection, I’m dying to touch her. Perky breasts, small waist, tight ass. This is torture.
I finish my cigarette and get in the shower to wash off the salt water. Closing my eyes, I hang my head, letting the water run down my body. Destiny comes to me in my thoughts. Remembering her diamond-hard nipples, visible through her wet bikini top, I’m immediately hard. Fuck, I think I’ve been hard since I first laid eyes on her. I’ve got to do something to relieve the pressure. Lathering up my hands, I close my eyes, wrapping one hand around my myself, wishing my hand was her mouth.
We’re not at the beach, we’re at her house. She takes my hand and leads me to the sofa. Guiding me to sit on the edge, she kneels between my knees. Hair up in her ponytail with pieces falling loosely around her face, she looks up at me with her big, blue eyes and takes me in her hand, stroking me. After a few long strokes, she leans forward and covers my head with her pretty mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
At the end of a rotation around my head, she bends lower, dragging her tongue from my base to the V just below my head, flicking at it. I groan, grabbing the back of her head instinctively as she flicks her tongue at the sensitive skin. One more quick swirl of her tongue around my head and she takes me into her mouth, all of me, sucking me.
Her hand and mouth work me in unison, slowly at first, then faster. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, resting it on her head as she bobs up and down on me, faster and faster. The pressure intensifies as my blood rages through my veins. The heat inside her mouth, her lips gripping me, pumping up and down is too much. I explode, heaving a loud groan. Finally, relief.
Fuck, I have to have her.
Later, as I lie in bed, I remember her description of twilight. She comes to me in my thoughts again. She’s in her leggings and big sweatshirt, looking adorable. I turn on my side and grab a pillow, wrapping it in my arms, wishing it was her, snuggled into me. For the first time in my life, I’m aware of the few blissful seconds between being awake and being asleep, imagining Destiny tucked into me.
Destiny
Candi picks me up at the airport and we head straight to dinner. She tells me all about her photo shoot, both how much fun it was and how exhausted she is.
“How was the flight?” she asks. “Were you okay?”
“I was. I didn’t need my emergency medicine so that was good.” I gasp. With all the activity of getting my luggage and finding Candi, I forgot to text Nicco.
“What is it?”
“I forgot to text Nicco,” I say, getting my phone out of my purse.
“Text Nicco?”
“Yeah, he wanted me to let him know I landed safely and I forgot.”
Me:Hi. I landed safely. The flight went well. I’m with Candi now.
Nicco:Okay. Good. Thanks for letting me know. Have a good time. Tell Candi hi for me.
Me:I will. Have a nice weekend.
“He wanted you to text him when you landed, huh?” She gives me her side-eye as she drives.
“Yes. It’s nothing. I told you I had the panic attack on the Ferris wheel. I told him about the first one I had happening on an airplane so he was just concerned knowing I was flying today. Oh, he says hi.”
“So, how’s that been going, by the way?”
I slump forward and drop my head. “Fuck.”
She snaps her head toward me and I raise my chin from my chest. I fill her in on our day at the beach, his shifting behavior, and my confused feelings.
“Okay, that’s a lot to take in. I donotprofess to understand much about men and how their brains work, but that whole hot-cold thing makes me think he’s feeling something, but he’s trying to deny it.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, but there’s something there with him and relationships and women, and I can’t figure it out. When I was asking him my interview questions, he wouldn’t answer my question about what scares him about being in a relationship. He didn’t even go all playboy on me. He just said he didn’t want to answer it and was deadly serious. But there was, something.” I shake my head. “Something behind his eyes, something that felt, painful somehow.”
“Des, you’re pretty intuitive about things like that. There’s probably something he’s scared to share, scared to face. Guys don’t talk about that stuff.”
