Page 5 of The One Who Won’t Get Away
Chapter 3
Nick
IHAD NEVER THOUGHTanyone could get me that close, that fast, but there I was with Nadya’s mouth around my cock.She was good.Really good.She worked slow, methodical, as if she were memorizing every ridge and vein with her tongue.Her hair spilled all over my stomach, her breath hot on my skin.I moved her hair out of the way so I could see her better.No matter how much I wanted to close my eyes and just enjoy, I wanted to take her in even more.
Nadya was stunning.From the moment I had first seen her at the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.But now, when she was flushed from her orgasm and trying her damnedest to get me off...Now she was an absolute goddess, and I refused to miss even a moment of it.
I felt the back of her throat, just for a second, before she pulled back, then sucked me in again.So fucking good.I fought against the impulse to thrust upward.The last thing I wanted was to choke her because then she might stop, and I absolutely did not want that.
So, I let her have control.No pushing, no forcing her head.My one hand rested lightly on her back, keeping her hair out of the way so I could have the perfect view.Her skin was warm, her heartbeat rabbit-fast.
With my free hand, I kneaded her ass, then stroked her clit, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.The position would’ve been perfect for a sixty-nine, but whoever managed that successfully?If I gave it my all while eating her out, she’d forget she was supposed to suck me off.I could play with her a little, though, get her worked up.
Wait.What’s that?
I focused on her taint, the skin slightly darker there, but there was a tiny white line.I smoothed the skin as much as I could, hoping it was just a wrinkle, but no, the faded line remained where her pussy met her ass.
Normally, I’d brush it off, thinking she might’ve had a kid.Tearing happens.But combined with the cigarette burn next to her nipple...
A pit opened under my ribs, sucking all the air out of me.I had seen this kind of thing in evidence photos.I told myself not to assume, but the brain was a machine for pattern recognition.My mind did the math: how old she was, how long it took scars to fade to this point?
Ignoring my dick’s need to paint Nadya’s face white, I hauler her higher until her center was right over my mouth.Tonight would have to be about her pleasure, not mine.Seeing that scar made me want to do everything for her.Anything.
I pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh, working slow.She was breathing hard, and there was an undertone to it—not fear, exactly, but something like waiting for the catch.Of course, she was.The whole night, from the moment we had started talking at the bar, she had that cautious air about her, like she was gauging my reaction, waiting to see if I’d do something stupid.
By the time I got to her clit, she was shaking with desire.Perfect.The more wrapped up she got in how good this felt, the less she’d be thinking about all the things that could go wrong.
I teased her, sucked on her just enough to bring her close.Then I grabbed her ass, spread her wider, and put my tongue everywhere, even over the scar—especially there.There was only one thing she should think about when a man touched her there and that was pleasure.
She moaned my name, clawed at my chest, and when she came, her whole body locked, then slumped.I kept licking because I could, and when she finally squirmed away, she was half laughing, half crying.
She rolled onto her side, facing away.I spooned behind her, dick pressed between her legs, and wrapped both arms around her.As much as I wanted to ask what happened, this wasn’t the time.
“You still didn’t come,” she said breathlessly.
“The night is long.”I kissed her shoulder, then trailed my lips up her neck and to her ear.“Everyone keeps telling me New York has good views, and I never understood what they were talking about.Now that I got to see you come, I have to agree — the best view.”
She laughed and melted against me.If I could capture the sound...No, that wasn’t right.I didn’t want to capture it; I wanted to prolong it, to make Nadya laugh like this again and again.
Most importantly, I wanted to make sure no one ever hurt her again.But I lived in Pittsburgh, and she was in Brooklyn.I couldn’t exactly drive here whenever I wanted to.
I was about to fall into some spiral about logistics and long drives, but Nadya shifted and ground her delectable ass against me, then twisted and climbed on top of me.
“Don’t make me do all the work,” she said, but the look in her eyes made it clear she didn’t mind.
I cupped her face.For once she let me kiss her soft, slow, the heat of our breaths mingling.It felt more intimate than anything that came before.She blinked fast and looked away, and I recognized that flicker of panic.Some part of her was allergic to real tenderness.
Fine.I let go, ran my palm down from her cheek to her throat to her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, the soft line of her stomach.Fuck, she was gorgeous.I shifted down to line myself up and stopped.
“Give me a sec.I need to put a condom on,” I said as I cradled her in my arms and sat up.My wallet was in my pants and those were on the floor.Shit.I didn’t want to let go of Nadya to get to them.
“My purse,” she said, pointing at the bag on the side table.
I maneuvered us closer, and she grabbed a condom from it, then pushed against my chest to tell me to lie down.The moment I did, she opened the wrapper, then rolled the rubber onto me.
Reaching down, she grabbed me at the base, and guided me in.
Jesus.
