Page 39 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
His hands traveled to my ass. He cupped them hard, yanking me closer to him so I could feel the hard bulge of his cock in his pants.
When we kissed, it was like being scorched by fire. My mind was made up, there was no way I was going home tonight. Aldo would just have to wait.
I pulled down his pants as much as I could. I just wanted to get to his cock. He throbbed—big and strong in my hand while I stroked him.
He pulled the sleeves down of my dress, running his hand over my bare shoulders and cleavage while we kissed. His tongue was deep in my mouth, he kissed me like I belonged to him.
I had never felt like I belonged to anyone before. I never wanted to belong to anyone before.
I wanted more. I wanted him to feel more. I shimmied down his legs until I was wedged right between his thighs. I pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles to get them out of the way.
I offered him one smile, looking deep into his eyes before I opened my mouth and took him in. Having Nolan’s thick strong cock down my throat felt like a privilege.
I felt privileged he had picked me, when he could have had anybody else. Chicks would’ve queued up outside his apartment building if He’d have let them. But I was the one with his cock deep in my throat. I grabbed his balls, tugging them and stroking them while my tongue ran over the tip of his cock.
He grabbed the top of my head, weaving his fingers through my curls, holding me in place and thrusting his cock deeper in my mouth. It wasn’t easy to accommodate him inside me like that, but soon enough, my throat relaxed and I enjoyed it more than I’d ever enjoyed it with other guys.
I loved the power and control I had over him this way. His cock inside me, our eyes focused on each other. I knew he’d come soon. He wouldn’t be able to hold back. He grunted and growled with every thrust while his cock pushed deeper down my throat. My hands were splayed on his strong muscular thighs as I held on to him. My head bobbed up and down, not missing a beat.
And then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, keeping me in place. His growl became wilder and more powerful and he thrust harder and quicker. Then he grabbed his cock and pulled out of my mouth, spraying his warm salty cum all over my face. It dribbled down my chin onto my cleavage. His cock still throbbed, he held on to it, pointing to it in my direction.
I bit down on my lip, amused by how weak he suddenly seemed. Nolan Doherty was completely in my control…at least for the next few minutes. I felt powerful.
He let out a deep sigh and then fell back on the couch, releasing me from his grip.
“You’re something else,” he mumbled, staring up at the ceiling.
I climbed back on top of him and placed my head on his chest. I wished we could just stay like this forever, just the two of us and nobody else.
Twenty
Nolan
The next morning we had breakfast together. Breakfast she had prepared for us and brought to bed. It’d started to feel less like my bed, and more like ours.
“I could get used to this,” I said, without thinking. I hadn’t considered the full implications of the statement I’d just made. Did I want her in my bed every morning? What would it mean if she stayed over at night more often? If she cooked breakfast for us and brought it to bed every day.
Amelia and I were supposed to be just having fun, we hadn’t spoken about something more serious yet.
She kept her head down, refusing to look at me while she ate some buttered toast.
“Yeah, this is fun,” she mumbled. Her reaction to what I just said made it clear she didn’t want to discuss it. The topic was off-limits. And she was probably right about that. Our lives were too complicated right now. At least mine was. I had a lot of other shit to sort out first and I’d never committed to one girl before. Was I really ready for that?
It sounded good in theory. I wanted her in my life…but how permanently?
“I should probably leave now, or I’ll be late for work,” she said as soon as she finished her coffee.
I watched as she jumped out of bed and put on her clothes.
“You mean the hair salon?”
“Yeah. That’s where I work.”
I wasn’t offended that she’d exaggerated the truth about being a fashion student, at least she’d eventually come clean. Now that I knew a little about her past, I understood why she was paranoid about getting close to someone—about revealing too much of herself.
