Page 6 of Prickly Pair
Was I going to crawl to my high school bad boy crush? After all these years?
He tilted his head with that lethal smile. “I’ll give you everything you want tonight, Evie. Come here.”
Fuck. Fuck it. I went down on all fours and crawled across the floor to him. I stopped in front of him and he pulled me up, reaching to the side for the zipper of my dress. He tugged it down and lifted the material, freeing me from it. Nick’s eyes landed on my breasts and the hot pink lace bra I wore, his cock throbbing in his lap.
“God, you’re full of surprises,” he whispered. “Stand up.”
I got to my feet, my breasts right at eye level with him. He let out a long moan, taking all of me in. I was a big girl, and I loved every roll and curve of my body. I especially loved it when someone could appreciate me the way he was doing right now.
He ran his knuckles over my skin, shaking his head. “Words don’t do you justice. You’re stunning. Turn around.”
I sucked in a breath and did as he told me. His hands settled on my hips, two fingers looping in the band of my panties. Hetugged them down until they fell to the floor, and I kicked them out of the way.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “You’ve reminded me of how much of an ass man I am.”
“Does this mean you’re not a tits guy?”
“No, I definitely am.” He cupped one of my ass cheeks, releasing another groan. I loved it when a guy wasn’t afraid to make sounds like that. “Spread your legs for me.”
“I think it’s been five minutes, you know,” I said. “You promised hidden talents in the bedroom.”
Nick released a dark chuckle. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“No? This doesn’t count?”
“No. This is called foreplay. Do the other men in Texas know that word?”
“Not as many as I wish.”
“Mm. Their loss.” His fingers skated up my inner thigh. “Can I touch you, Evie? Can I touch your pussy? Can I make you come?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “You can touch me anywhere. Can I touch you?”
“Anywhere you want.”
I spread my legs apart as he cupped his hand against the heat of my pussy. My nipples hardened in my bra and I whimpered, my eyes rolling back as his fingertips glided over my clit. I hadn’t realized just how entirely drenched I was until now.
Nick moved his hand away and grabbed my bra clasp, popping it open with ease. He stood up behind me, his cock nestling against my lower back as he pulled it away, the last of our clothing finally off. He gave my hair a playful tug, and my head fell back against his shoulder.
“Look there,” he whispered, gesturing in front of us. “Watch.”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t realized there was a mirror facing the bed. We stood in front of it together and I watched as hekissed my shoulder, reaching around to cup my heavy breasts. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were taut and aching, his cock still hard against me.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “I didn’t expect my evening to go like this.”
“Me neither.”
Nick’s mouth was full of heaven and sin as he sucked the side of my neck, kissing me as he kept playing with my breasts. I was soaked and needy, my thighs pressing together as my pussy throbbed.
“When do I start the clock, Mr. Hidden Talents?” I teased.
He grunted and looked back at the clock on the small side table. “It’s 8:15.” I groaned as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and tugged. “Start the clock, darling.”
I didn’t get a single coherent word out as he pushed me back onto the bed. I sprawled out in the center as he parted my knees, his tongue tracing up my inner thigh higher and higher, and I felt the heat of his breath against my clit. I rocked my hips, but he clamped his forearm over my lower stomach, buckling me in place.
His lips hovered over my clit. “Can I kiss you here?” he asked.
“Yes.”
