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She closed her eyes, letting her head drop forward, whining softly as I slammed into her. I just hoped no one could hearus over the loud music thumping through the building. My eyes were locked onto her bouncing tits in the mirror, and I watched as they jiggled every time my hips slammed into her ass. Her quiet, bitten-off noises spurred me on even more.
I was already close, and I might have felt embarrassed about that if I couldn’t tell that Nikki was already just as far gone as I was.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “I’m gonna come, Nikki. I need you to come with me.”
“I’m so close,” she whined.
I leaned forward again, pressing my chest against her back so I could slide my hand around her hip and down to where we were joined. I pulled out, leaving just the head of my cock inside her. She cried out in protest, but before she could even get any words out, I slammed back into, pinching her clit at the same time.
Nikki buried her face against her arm, biting down to keep herself quiet as she convulsed around my dick. Her orgasm set mine off, and I slammed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth to keep from yelling out as I pulsed into her.
We stayed in that position, panting as we caught our breath on the come-down. I gently pulled out of her, wincing at the loss of her heat. I tossed the condom in the trash. I found a package of flushable wipes and used them to clean up Nikki and then myself. My eyes stayed on her as we both got dressed again. She turned around to look at me, a soft smile on her lips.
I grinned back, planting a kiss on the back of her hand, trying not to die from cuteness overload when she blushed at the gesture. I found it equal parts adorable and hilarious, seeing as I’d just been balls deep inside of her.
We rejoined the party and hung out for another hour before calling it quits. We’d been finding ways to touch each other all night, and I wasn’t done with her yet—and I had a feeling she felt the same. When we got home, I tugged her to my room.
Falling into bed again, we made out for what felt like hours. I could have stayed there, wrapped up in her for eternity if she’d let me. This time when we had sex, it felt different. It was missionary, and it was slow, and deep, and passionate. It didn’t feel like fucking, but like making love. And afterwards, when she fell asleep in my arms instead of going back to her own room, I let myself believe—if only for a moment—that just maybe, Nikki could love me back.
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Nikki
Keep On - Sasha Alex Sloane
WhateverdreamIwashaving, I didn’t want it to end. I was warm and cozy, someone’s body wrapped around mine. Isnuggled in closer, breathing deep and slow. I opened my eyes to see—
Wait, where the fuck was I? I slowly looked around at the unfamiliar view. It only took a moment before realizing that I was in James’s room and it was James wrapped around me. I must have just fallen asleep in here last night. My heart rate picked up as I realized that this was the first time I’d ever spent the night with someone. That wasnotpart of the plan. That was not what people who were having casual sex did. Spending the night is what people with feelings for each other did, and that wasn’t me and James.
Right?
I needed to get out of here. As quietly as possible, I slipped out from under James’s arm. Gathering my costume up, I threw the white shirt over my head and snuck out the door, shutting it softly behind me and tiptoed as quickly as I could back to my room.
I leaned against the door, eyes closed as I tried to calm down. My eyes snapped open when I felt my phone vibrating in my hand. Lucy's name flashed across the screen and my hands tightened on the phone.
I could feel the anxiety building in my chest and I debated letting it go to voicemail and deal with it later, but that wasn’t fair to them. Swiping to answer, I brought the phone up to my ear.
“Hey,” I answered the phone, voice strained.
“Hi, love. Just wanted to call and check in since there’s just one month left! How is the writing going?”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat, feeling like there was a weight sitting on my chest as I thought about my writing. I knew it was the day after Halloween, so that meant it was November first, but my brain couldn’t compute that it meant there was only one month left to write an entire book.
“Yeah,” I lied through my ass, too embarrassed to tell her I still hadn’t written basically anything. “Yeah, it’s great!”
“Oh good,” Lucy responded, sighing in relief. “I knew you could do it!” I gripped the phone tighter, the anxiety and guilt of being a failure and a liar suffocating me. My breaths were coming shorter, and I knew I needed to end this call before I had a full-on panic attack.
“I actually was doing an early morning writing session, and I don’t want to lose my momentum, so I’m gonna get back to it!” I was a terrible, terrible person, lying to my agent like this.
“OK, I’ll let you go. I’m so proud of you.” Their voice was warm and kind, and I wanted to die.
“Thanks, Lucy! Talk later!” I hung up the call before they could respond, drowning in my own shame. I got in bed, curling up on my side and pulling the blankets up to my chin. I was scrolling on my phone, but I didn’t even know what I was looking at. I should be sitting at my desk and pulling whatever words out of myself that I could, but all I could do was lie here and stare blankly at my phone while my brain screamed at me to do something, anything productive. Screamed at me that I was a fraud, and a liar, and a failure, and an awful person.
I don’t know how long I been berating myself when I heard a soft knock at my door. I clicked my phone off so that it wouldn't accidentally make any noise, staying perfectly still so whoever it was would think I was asleep and go away.
“Nikki?” James’s voice floated to me through the door, and I could hear his concern, even muted through the door. My heart twinged, reminding me that I was a shitty person in even more ways. I’d snuck out of his bed without a word, and he probably just wanted to make sure I was ok. It wasn't his fault I crossed the boundary we’d set from the beginning, to not let it be anything more than physical. I closed my eyes, taking a deepbreath to try and center myself enough to answer the door and pretend everything was OK.
Getting out of bed, I walked over and opened my door just enough for him to see me through the opening.
