Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 25:  NICK

Nick entwined his fingers with hers. Everything with Sarah was fantastic. This entire night had been one amazing orgasm after another but tomorrow she’d go back to her boyfriend. Rage shot through him, replacing his satisfaction. She was even more adventurous. She’d obviously been busy playing her games while he’d been jerking off.

“Please, Nick.” Her hand trailed across his chest, sending tingles through his body.

“Do you swallow for your boyfriend? Of course you do.” He shifted, breaking their contact and untying her other hand. “What do you do when your boyfriend, Captain Quickie, doesn’t finish you off?”

“What?”

She stared up at him, her green eyes confused and hurt. He clung to his anger. She deserved this and more. She’d left him hanging—no note, no phone call to Ethan, nothing. She’d left him waiting with his dick in one hand and his heart in the other.

“You heard me.” He rolled over, resting his head on his elbow. “I find it hard to believe that your boyfriend satisfies you every time.” His eyes roamed up her body. He couldn’t squash the triumph that surged through him at the sight of all his love bites marking her porcelain skin. If he were her boyfriend and saw this, it’d end their relationship.

“If you’re upset because I have a boyfriend, that’s not fair.”

“Not fair.” He grabbed her wrists, pinning her beneath him. Not fair was him waiting for her and her not wanting him.

“It’s not like you contacted Ethan. Right?” Her eyes searched his face.

There was no way he was admitting what a fool he’d been. “What I did and what you did are two different things.” He’d put everything on the line for her, for them and she’d grabbed the first guy she’d met and fucked him.

She struggled under him so he let her go but didn’t move.

“Right, because you’re a man and I’m a woman. So, I should’ve waited for you”—she shoved at his chest—“a man who admitted he tired of women after a month.”

“I also said it was different with you.”

“But it wasn’t, was it? How long did you wait before fucking another woman? A week?”

He rolled off her, afraid she’d see the truth in his eyes.

“A day? An hour? Figures.” She sat up and started untying her ankles.

“Oh, no.” He pushed her back onto the bed. He wasn’t done with her yet. His conscience whispered that he’d never be done, but he ignored it.

“Get off me.” She shoved at him, but he captured her wrists and held them over her head. “Nick, stop. I want to go home.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Tonight isn’t about you.” Tonight was his payment for all those nights of celibacy.

He kissed her but she kept her mouth shut. She was so damn stubborn, but he was satiated and enjoyed the challenge. He reached between them, running his other hand over her mound. She hadn’t come. She was still wet. Still needy.

“Nick…”

He thrust his tongue into her mouth, stopping her protest. She struggled, trying to buck him off her, but she’d been so close to orgasm that it didn’t take much before she was thrusting against his hand, and kissing him back. He moved down her body, kissing and licking. Her hands tangled in his hair as her body tensed. He spread her folds, inhaling her arousal. He’d done this to her. She was dripping wet, her pink little bud begging for his touch. He was done denying her and himself. He was going to feast until she screamed. He lowered his head and licked, long and rough.

“Oh…” Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair.

He blew on her and then took her between his lips and sucked gently at first, but let the pressure build until her hips were thrusting against his face. He stopped, looking up at her.

She was sex personified—her hair tussled, her body flushed with passion and her eyes half lowered and filled with lust.

“Show me what you do when your boyfriend doesn’t make you come.” He loved saying that. If he said it enough maybe he could imprint in her head that he was the only one who could satisfy her.

“Nick, please.”

He grabbed her hand from his head and kissed each finger, sucking gently before putting them between her legs. “Show me.”

“Please Nick, make me come. It’s better when you…”

He kissed her finger that was on her clit, letting his tongue brush against both. “Show me.” He needed to see, to know that her boyfriend couldn’t do it for her.

She began to rub along her folds, dancing over and around her clit. It wasn’t long before she slid her finger inside herself. Her hips rocked and the muscles in her thighs tightened. He tore his eyes away and glanced at her face. Her eyes were once again half-closed and a blush rose from her chest through her cheeks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He buried his head between her legs. He sucked and licked, devouring her as his fingers joined hers. His were longer and the angle was better. He curled them.

“Oh, god…there. Please don’t stop.” She moved her hand from inside herself and wrapped her fingers in his hair, keeping him in place, but he was done fighting her. He was in heaven and didn’t ever want to leave.

He quickened the pace of his fingers, hitting her g-spot, over and over until she was a quivering mass of nerves but it wasn’t enough.

“I need to be inside you when you come.” He had to feel her clinging to him, wanting him. No one else.

“Yes.” Her hands went down his neck and shoulders, scraping her fingernails along his skin as he moved up her body.

He positioned himself and hesitated. “Please, no condom.” He needed to feel her. Know she trusted him, wanted him in a way she didn’t want her boyfriend.

Her eyes sharpened. “Condom. We have to use a condom.”

“Fuck.” He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one, opening it and sheathing his dick before he pushed into her. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back inside. She was hot and tight as she clasped around him. “You feel so fucking good.” She felt better than any woman he’d ever known.

She moaned, wrapping her arms around him. “Untie my legs, please.”

“No.” He thrust harder and faster, holding her hips in place, making her adapt to his rhythm. His balls tightened and he shifted pushing against her g-spot.

She screamed, her body bucking under him, her muscles tightening and clenching around him, squeezing him. He pulled out and pushed in one more time as he came. He collapsed on top of her. He was never moving again. This was right. This was home and he was going to make her see it too.