Page 15 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
But something had worked. He took me back to his place. I didn’t know what was in store for me for the rest of the night, but all I wanted to do was kiss him. Taste him. Feel the bulging muscles on his arms. Feel his mouth on my pussy. I shuddered for him.
Nolan Doherty had already cast a spell on me and my plan hadn’t even fallen into place yet. I didn’t even know if I’d be able to go through with it.
I really didn’t want to fail Aldo or the mission, but it’d wait till the morning. Tonight I was going to take what I wanted.
Nolan’s apartment was fancy and well looked after. Something told me he had someone who took care of the place. I couldn’t picture him waxing the marble floors and polishing the light fixtures.
Just as I expected. The Dohertys were dripping with money that didn’t belong to them. They were snobs, liars and thugs.
“You have a pretty cool place,” I said, looking around his man-cave-style living room. It was decked out with all the gadgets and smart devices a man could ever desire.
Nolan shrugged as he found his way to the bar. Typical. He didn’t even appreciate what he had.
“My dad had this place lying around, empty, and he offered it to me. I never should’ve accepted it,” he said as he poured me a whiskey.
“Why not?”
“Because now I’m living in an apartment that I don’t own or pay rent for. It feels like my family is my keeper.”
I didn’t see Nolan’s eyes as he spoke, but I detected the bitterness in his tone. He popped the cap off a beer bottle and handed me my drink.
I knew I was already pretty drunk, and that may have been a contributing factor to how wet I was for him. But I drank another shot regardless. Drinking through this was the only way I’d be able to keep calm.
Aldo was right about Nolan though. He clearly had a bone to pick with his family.
“You’re lucky you even have a family that wants to help you out. You know how many people there are who’d give anything to be in your position?” I remarked. I felt the burn of the whiskey passing down my throat.
“What about your family?” he asked.
“We weren’t going to try and get to know each other, remember?”
“That was your rule, not mine,” he said.
I wasn’t going to answer his question. I wasn’t going to tell him anything about myself.
Instead, I put the glass down on the coffee table and took my boots off.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a deep tone.
I kicked my boots off and looked at him, with my hands hooked on my hips.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Taking off my clothes. You need to keep up.”
He was silent for a few moments, watching as I pulled down the zip on the side of my black dress. Then he dropped his bottle to the floor and undid his belt.
My dress fell down to my ankles. He threw his shirt off to reveal a perfectly chiseled torso with washboard abs. His biceps bulged tastily, just as I imagined they would.
His eyes roamed over me, taking in my small breasts and black lace bra, my matching panties. I wanted to see his cock so I approached him.
“Take it off,” I hissed. I lost my breath, I wanted him so much.
“Please,” he growled.
I stared into his eyes. His voice was a quick reminder of where I was and who I was with. “Take it off, please,” I said.
Nolan scooped me up in his arms before I said or did anything else. I felt weightless in his arms as I hung from his shoulders. My arms were wrapped around his strong thick neck. He carried me to the couch, just a few steps away, then flung me down.
I bounced on the couch lightly before he climbed up on top of me.
I opened up to him like I’d never opened to anyone before. My legs spread wide open as he wedged himself between me. He stretched out on top of me. He pulled his pants down and his thick throbbing cock pressed into my belly.
Nolan stared deep into my eyes as he cradled my face in his hands. My heart beat so fast I was sure he’d felt it against his chest.
When he finally kissed me, I thought I’d
explode.
“We are both very drunk, Amelia. Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked in between breaths.
I thrust my face up towards him, to suck him back into my mouth again. I needed to give him physical proof that I knew exactly what I was doing.
I wanted it—like he had no idea.
His cock was hard like a rock against me, while I rolled my hips. His hands traveled down to my hips and he pinned me down. His mouth and mine moved together. He sucked on my tongue, my lips, devouring me completely.
