Page 42 of Falling for Nicole
“Well what was I meant to think when your fuck buddy turns up looking like…well, like she does?”
“You’re right. It shouldn’t matter what you think. What I do has nothing to do with you.Who I fuckhas nothing to do with you.”
“So you were fucking her.”
“No, Nicole, I wasn’t. The only person I’ve fucked since you showed your face is you.” His nose is almost touching mine when he finishes talking, his face a little red with anger.
“Well…good.” Before I know I’ve done it, my lips are pressed hard against his and I’m crushed against his solid body.
My back crashes against the wall before I feel myself being walked backwards as he continues to kiss me. Seconds later, I feel a stair against my ankle. I try to lift my leg so we can move up but I misjudge it and we both go down.
His hands encircle my waist and he pushes the fabric up my body, exposing my bra before our lips part so he can pull it from my arms. He immediately finds my breasts as I reach for his t-shirt. If I’m getting naked, he bloody well is, too.
In seconds I have his t-shirt off and I’m making light work of his fly. We’re still half way up the stairs but I couldn’t give a fuck because his hands are on me. All reason and sensible thoughts are long gone.
He kicks his shorts off and I hear the fabric tumble down the stairs behind us as he starts to pull my own shorts and knickers down my legs. My nipples pebble to the point of pain and liquid floods my core as he stares down at me like he’s going to devour me.
“I’ve been fucking dreaming about this pussy,” he mutters before he dives in, feasting on me like he’s been starved.
I cry out as he sucks hard on my clit. My nails scratch his scalp before I start pulling at his hair, simultaneously trying to pull him closer and drag him away all at the same time.
“Oh my god. Shit. Declan. I’m gonna…” I’m right on the brink of falling when he pulls back and looks down at me with a shit eating grin on his face.
“Not yet. When you scream, it’s going to be because you’re full of my cock.
“I fucking hate you.”
“I think you hate me just as much as I hate your magical pussy, Ginge. You’d better get used to it, because I don’t intend on giving it up anytime soon.”
My response is cut off when he pulls me up into his arms and carries me to the master bedroom. It didn’t occur to me as to why we were bothering with the effort of trying to get there because the house is empty, but as he opens the door, I see a large bed in the centre of the room. I’m more than grateful when he throws me down on it that I had a soft landing. All thoughts of beds and furniture are completely forgotten when he demands I get on my knees. He licks at me a couple more times from behind before I feel him push into me as deep as he’ll go. My pussy contracts around him with my impending orgasm.
He thrusts a couple of times but as soon as I feel his palm connect with my bare arse cheek, I fall into mind numbing pleasure as he continues to find his own. I’ve just come down from my high when I feel him harden even more before he fills me.
After a few seconds, he falls down onto his back beside me as he pants out his breaths. The silence allows my brain to return and I’m instantly hit with thoughts of how reckless we’ve been.
“You’re clean, right?” I ask the ceiling, too embarrassed by my stupid actions to look at him.
“Of course. I wouldn’t touch you bare if I weren’t.”
“Good. Me too.”
“I didn’t doubt it. You’re on the pill as well, I presume?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. We’re all good then.”
Sitting up I look around the sparse room and then to the sheetless bed we’re currently on.
“You planned this, didn’t you? You knew if you could get me here, you’d get your way. That’s why the only piece of furniture in this house is a bed.”
“No, actually. I didn’t have anything to do with the bed. That was Lilly. She thought you’d want to move in straight away and knew the only thing that might stop you was not having a bed. I came up here so none of the nosey neighbours could watch through the windows. I hadn’t even thought about the bed.”
“Really?” I ask, still sceptical.
“Really. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine.”
“You think I’m yours?” I can feel my previous anger resurfacing at his assumption.
