Page 182 of The Storm

Shivers race over my skin, flashes of heat, all of it as good as the first time he was ever inside me. I slam my eyes shut at the sensation of being filled by Nick. I don’t know why it’s always beenmorewith him. Why all our intimate moments together have always been so much more powerful than any others I’ve experienced in my life.

“Fuck me,” he pants, his body trembling above mine. “Fuck me, Blue, you feel so good. It’s been so long. You have no idea.”

I have all the ideas. My body is shaking with pleasure already. I know exactly how it feels to be this close to him after all these years. To be full of Nick.

He drops forward and captures my lips with his, kissing me hungrily. His hips move back, and when he moves forward again, his tongue slides into my mouth at the same time as his cock pushes into my ass.

He pulls his mouth away and runs his fingers through my hair almost gently before he suddenly grips it, pulls almost all the way out of me, then thrusts forward fast. He’s hard and greedy above me. His mouth is hovering just above mine, swallowing every sound that falls from my lips.

He moves again. Even harder. The stunned pleasure begins to climb inside me.

He grips my hair, balances on his forearm, and starts to fuck me. And kiss me. Until we’re nothing but two bodies of raw, sweaty, gasping need.

I grab the headboard and meet his every thrust. My cock is trapped between our bodies. There’s no point trying to jerk myself off. The feel of Nick’s cock sliding in and out of me in those deep strokes is enough.

“God, the way you stretch around me,” he breathes into my ear. “I want to hear you come, Blue. Need to hear it.”

He’s about to get his wish.

He bites his lower lip, eyes closed, keeping control with clear effort. His hips slam into me over and over, cock sliding in and out.

I’m so close, barely holding on. Every part of me is taut with tension, muscles straining, aching for release. My hands are clutching the headboard so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t crack.

Even though I’ve been suspended on the edge, the release, when it comes, is still a sudden, perfect storm. Abrupt and hitting me seemingly out of nowhere.

My body clenches around him. My head slams back on the mattress. My cock pulses almost painfully, jet after jet of cum releasing between our bodies.

The pleasure is like a tornado. It swirls through me, crashes into me, takes me apart.

Nick straightens above me, grabs my hips and hammers into me. His thrusts become hard and erratic as he chases his own orgasm.

He cries out my name when he comes then collapses on top of me. His hand goes back into my hair, clutching it, holding me close. I get lost in the bliss of the moment, letting myself soak in it fully. My stomach is sticky with my release and Nick is sprawled on top of me, still inside me.

His tongue darts out and flicks over the shell of my ear, and when a shiver runs through me, he laughs softly.

It’s then that it fully hits me how thoroughly I fucked up.

What a colossal mistake this was.

Nothing is fixed.

Everything is worse.

And this?

This is going to hurt.

FIFTY-FIVE

INDY

This thing has a time limit,and we’re both aware.

So we use every minute.

Every second.

Frantically.