Page 29 of What Happens This Christmas
Why me?
Lately the nickname he had for me was coming up more than it had in recent times. In this very instant, it was only making me feel even more like a ticking time bomb than I already did.
I dropped my head in a dramatic way, groaning. “Ice skating doesn’t take that long, so any second now my—”
He found the bottom of my dress, gripping the seam that ran up the side, and pulled. The sound of the fabric ripping, splitting, consumed me, filling the air faster than smoke from a fire.
Like most things with Nick, the haute couture piece was collateral damage.
He slapped his hands on my thighs, letting them roam up carefully, slowly. The slight sting from his abrupt landing was subsiding, which was a real shame because it was the only thing making me forget about the ache between my legs.
His thumb grazed my clit over my panties, and my head popped up so fast, I got a little lightheaded. Maybe that was from the teasing he was doing. The pad of his thumb stroked me in an upward motion once, twice, three times, before finally he nudged my legs further open with his elbows.
“Your panties are stained.” His voice was rough, his eyes darkening with an intense desire that was rare these days. It was carnal and needy. It was also demanding and controlling.
I sighed loud enough for his eyes to snap toward me, connecting with mine. The corners of his lips tilted up as he stared into my eyes, soulfully, wickedly. It was like he could see right through me, which terrified me as much as it thrilled me. I’d never felt so alive as I did when he was touching me, gazing at me the way he was.
“It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve had my fill of you,” he said, my ears ringing endlessly as my pulse quickened.
Was it even possible to want something as much as I wanted him?
I shouldn’t have wanted him. I couldn’t afford to. Not when—
Nick pushed my ruined dress aside, drew my panties down and disposed of them on the floor as quick as a cheetah. He broke eye contact to bend down, his head right where I had wanted to shove it from the very beginning, urging him on. Although, it wouldn’t have done me any good because Nick liked to be in control.
He wasn’t spiteful, but he was enjoying knowing that I was squirming inside, crazy with desire for him. Like a feral beast, it made him feel more…powerful.
My chest tightened, rising and falling with every forced breath I took.
He blew lazily on my clit, the hot, taunting air making me wrap my legs around him and nail him in the back with my heels.
“You’re killing me,” I noted past the frog in my throat, my voice coming out as a raspy whisper.
“No,” he replied sternly, and without notice, plunged two fingers into me.
I cried out, a shrill sound escaping me as he spread me all at once.
Needing more, I began chasing my own pleasure, trying to grind against him and get this over with so I could feel ecstasy and bid farewell to this moment.
Heaven forbid I got my way. Ever.
When it came to Nick, it was his way or the highway. Well, I would have liked it to be a highway that I could have driven his car off of and watched him go down for making me wait an insufferable amount of time.
“Death would be too simple of an escape for you,” Nick said, expanding on hisnobefore he couldn’t talk anymore because he put his mouth to work.
Still working me with both fingers, pumping in and out at an increasingly disdainful pace, he clamped his mouth on my clit, sucking before switching to nipping the sensitive skin. His teeth. His…teeth. They were incredible. His teeth were on me with just enough force that my muscles began to tighten, my body feeling like it was in knots, being tied up more and more and more.
I bit down on my lower lip to contain my excitement. The last thing he needed was to be cheered on. My arousal was enough of an indication that he was giving me everything I needed to want to curl my hands into fists.
I wasn’t sure when he’d decided to change tactics, but I didn’t care. About much, generally, but especially about that right now. I didn’t care how he did it, just that he made me orgasm.
He held my folds open with his fingers, a chill hitting me. It didn’t last long, though, because he quickly warmed me with his tongue as he pushed it so deep inside me that I mewled. Loud. Louder than I wanted to be the case.
The way he feasted on me, the sound bounced from the walls and hit me square in the chest. My hands grew sweaty, myfingers nearly losing all sensation as I pressed into the top of the piano with a ridiculous amount of force.
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m almost there?” I should have gotten an award for having the ability to string together words.
He lifted his head up and drove two fingers back inside me, pumping gently as he answered my question. “I know you better than you think I do.”
