Page 33 of Alive and Kicking
He pulls away slowly, his eyes trained to me as he carefully pulls my shirt off over my head and drops it to the floor. My bra is next to join the growing pile, and then my pants and panties come off in a single tug. I’m not even sure when my shoes came off, but I don’t really have the mental bandwidth to care about it right now. Somehow he’s managed to keep from stabbing himself while unarming me, and everything is set aside neatly on the nightstand. I go all gooey at him paying such special attention to my weapons.
When I’m completely bare before him, his eyes take me in with rapt attention, like he’s never seen a naked woman before. “Fuck,” he murmurs, letting his fingers trail from my ribs, over my hip bones, down my thighs, and stopping at my knee.
He’s still completely dressed, which he only seems to realize when I pout at his still covered torso. Not that I would pout like some kind of baby. When he reaches for the hem of his shirt, I track every moment like a starved thing, desperate to see more of him. Every inch of bare skin that comes into view makes the fire in my veins burn hotter.
I’ve seen him in less, but this situation makes it seem like so much more. When he pushes his pants down, I groan. His boxer briefs go with them and his length pops free.
I just about combust in excitement when he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls a condom out of the drawer. I am so ready that I’m probably dripping a puddle on the comforter as he rolls the condom on. “Are you ready for this?” Nox asks me, seeming to have read my mind.
I nod my head viciously. “I might cry if you don’t fuck me right now.”
The grin that spreads across his face is breathtaking as he takes up a spot right between my legs. His palms press my thighs wide before he lets his thumb brush over my clit in a teasing motion, making my hips arch high. Slowly, he slides one finger inside of me, then a second, before curling them to hit just the right spot. Too soon he pulls his fingers out, but he’s already poised at my entrance. “Say it again,” he demands.
“I love you.” I comply instantly, and he pushes inside of me in one steady thrust.
A groan leaves me at the full feeling when he’s all the way inside, and his hips draw back before lurching forward in a powerful thrust. I let out a loud moan at the sudden intensity. Readjusting, he places one hand above my shoulder while theother wraps around the front of my neck. His grip is light and doesn’t cut off my oxygen or blood supply, but I know he could if he wanted to. My neck arches, hoping he’ll take the hint and tighten his grip. His hand tightens minimally, making the blood flow to my head slow slightly.
“Say it again.” His voice is rough and uneven.
“I love you,” I gasp, my throat a little tight from his grip.
He pulls back and slams into me again, and then it’s like he’s possessed. His hips move faster and more forcefully while the headboard begins to slam against the wall, and I’m surprised that the bed frame is still standing. His hand leaves my throat, making the blood rush back as he brings his hand down to rub circles onto my clit. I’m gasping without any sound as he forces an orgasm to crash over me.
There was no gentle coaxing; no slow build up over time. One second I wasn’t coming and the next I was in the midst of an orgasm while he hammered into me. “Fuck, Nox. I love you,” I gasp out in slurred words, knowing he would want to hear it again.
His teeth grit as he sits up with his knees tucked under my bent legs. His arms hook around my thighs as the intensity of his thrusts increases. He’s hitting just the right spot as he continues to fuck into me even when my legs start to tremble and my back arches. I feel the warmth rush out and run down my thighs as I come apart around him for the second time.
Nox curses as his thrusts become irregular and erratic. His hips stuttering in jerky movements as he falls apart too. His head leans down onto my shoulder as he tries to gather himself. “I fucking love you,” he murmurs against my skin. My chest squeezes and I have to admit that it does feel nice to hear the words.
I feel empty when he carefully pulls out of me, patting my thigh as he gets up from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
A small giggle leaves me when he pokes his head out of the door before dashing out. I get out of the bed and frown at the puddle I’ve made before I start stripping the sheets off the bed. I notice as I do that he’s invested in a waterproof mattress pad, so I guess he was prepared for this.
When Nox comes back, he’s got a washcloth in one hand and pauses to look at me. “I was going to do that. I got you a rag to clean up with.” He holds up the damp terrycloth square.
He steps toward me and I reach out to accept the washcloth, but he falls to one knee before me, wiping my thighs and nether region clean. I hadn’t been expecting him to do it for me but I appreciate the kindness in the gesture.
Once I’m all clean, he tosses the soiled washrag onto the bed. After he tugs on a pair of shorts and his shirt, he gathers up all the dirty blankets too. “There are clean sheets in the top of the closet if you want to start making the bed while I throw these in the wash.”
“I can do that,” I tell him, before I head over to the closet and stand on my tiptoes to get the blankets and sheets down.
A soft groan sounds from behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I find Nox at the door staring at my ass. I give it a little wiggle and his eyes jump to mine. A soft, shy smile meets his lips before he turns and leaves the room.
I’ve already got the bed made and put my clothes back on by the time Nox comes back. “The guys ordered pizza.” He rolls his eyes. “I guess they just couldn’t be patient and wait for me to make dinner.”
I bite my lip. “Do you think it will be okay for me to do my homework at the table?”
Nox frowns. “Of course. Why not? It’s not like it’s a holiday or anything.”
I mean, he’s not wrong. It’s not like the guys treat every meal as formal dining like my father always has. “I was just makingsure. My dad never wanted books at the dining table,” I say as I pick up my book bag to bring with me.
Nox shakes his head before holding his hand out to me. “As long as you’re not dismembering someone, you can do whatever you want at the table.” We walk into the dining room where the others are already seated with pizza boxes and plates already on the table.
“What about an orgy?” I ask Nox with a grin.
Cain chokes on his next bite of pizza and Sloane starts patting his back roughly. A startled laugh escapes Nox. “I don’t know if the table would hold up to something like that.”
I frown like it’s the most disappointing thing I’ve ever heard. “I guess being spread out on the table like a thanksgiving turkey and getting stuffed is out of the question then.”
