03 || Holy. Freaking. Puck

Nick Stones hasn’t gotten his mouth off me ever since he clashed his lips against mine in the restrooms. Yes, his friend had to drive us to his enormous house, where we are now struggling to take each other’s clothes off in his driveway.

“Maybe we should go inside,” I moan into the kiss and he growls, the bulge in his jeans getting harder and harder by the second. When he hesitates, I raise a brow, “You don’t want to go inside? I didn’t realize you liked sex out in your driv–,”

“Shut up,” he growls, wrapping an arm around my waist and using his other hand to get his key from his pocket. 

When he opens the door, I don’t have the time to marvel at how gorgeous the house is because he shuts me up with another kiss, kissing away my senses and of course my psyche. He fits his long fingers into my hair, and I palm him through his jeans. 

“Do you want this to last?” He groans into the kiss.

“Of course I want it to fucking last,” I half moan, half whine. 

“Then don’t touch me,” he kisses my neck and I can hear a hint of laughter in his voice.

“You know that’s not possible,” I moan when he bites my neck– and I’m sure he left a scar right there.

“You talk too much,” he throws me on his shoulder and next thing I know, we’re heading for the master bedroom. Final-fucking-nally.

“One of my many talents,” I shoot back and I’m rewarded with a sexy low chuckle. Heat spreads in my core and my body aches to get to the master freaking bedroom. I’m I impatient? Yep. Have I ever been impatient for sex before? Nope. Jodie will definitely be thrilled. 

He opens the door to the master bedroom and sets me on my feet. For a moment that seems like hours, he just stares at me. Then he wraps those huge arms of his around me, pulling me closer to him, giving me enough privilege to admire the stubble of hair circling around his chin. 

“What is this to you?” He tucks my long hair behind my ear. 

Wow. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. But I might as well answer honestly. Mom used to say that worked.

“Revenge sex,” I state plainly, without looking at him of course.

“That’s fair,” He tilts my head to look at him. I’m legit grateful he doesn’t ask about the motherfucker, because that’s not what I need to think about right now. Nope, I’m thinking about the sweaty half tipsy hot man standing in front of me.

And just like that, we begin kissing again, teeth clashing and lip biting as we struggle to remove eachother’s clothes. The moment I take of his white T-shirt, I’m. So. Fucking. Stunned. 

Tattoos.

I know I saw them earlier, peeking through his t-shirt, but this is not what I was expecting. Nick gives off the whole good boy vibe. So why in the ever loving world does he have tremendous art scattered across his chest, back and stomach? I planned on forgetting tonight by dawn, but sweet motherfucking Jesus, I think the universe has different plans for my sanity.
“Are you done ogling me?” He smirks, walking closer to me. In a split second, my panties are gone. Ruined and tossed across the room. Those we’re twenty five freaking dollars. I also didn’t take him for a panty ripper. Guess I’m in for a ton of surprises tonight.

“How can someone ever be done ogling this?” I trace the tattoos on his chest, although I’m too drunk to make out any of them, but still……it doesn’t hurt to touch. 

“My ego is blessed,” he chuckles, taking off my very short dress. “And you have very wonderful skin,” his gaze stops on my breasts. My small breasts, but he’s looking at them like they’re as big as Liz’s. If looks could eat, I’d be a complete balanced diet by now. And. I. Mean. It.

I watch as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking it wholly and thoroughly while all I can do is throw my head back and moan and mutter all sorts of gibberish. Then he adds his teeth, while rubbing the other nipple with his free hand. 
“I thought you wanted this to last?” I manage to get the words out.

“I changed my mind, my cock can wait,” heavy eyelids stare up at me and then he lifts me off my feet and throws me on the king sized bed. I’m so naked, and he still has those fucking khakis on. When he comes close, I shake my head in disapproval and he smiles to himself, “That’s right, I’m being unfair in the clothes department,”

Next thing I know, he’s taking off the damn khakis and boxers and his erection springs free, happy to see the world. Except that it’s huger than I ever thought I could handle–

“What. The. Fuck?!” I yell and his face twists in confusion, “That’s what you’ve been hiding from the entire fucking female population!” I scream again and his confused face twists with pride. 

“Stop shouting, you’d deafen my neighbors,” he teases. 

Coming closer to the bed, he pulls my legs, wrapping my thighs around his head. He plants wet kisses from my knee to my inner thigh, taking his time to salvage the freaking moment. My core throbs so bad that it hurts, so bad that I want to reach out my fingers and–

“Don’t think about it,” his hoarse voice stops me.
The moment his tongue meets my center, I throw my hips off the bed like a crazy person and I feel him chuckle right there, sending vibrations through my veins. “I haven’t even started yet,”

Then he begins to feast on my pussy. It’s a combination of lust, together with a drop of red passion. Yeah….. RED. His tongue toys with my clit while his fingers pump in and out of my pussy. Not one, not two, but three pucking fingers. “Fuck, you have no idea how salivating you taste,” he moans. He freaking moans. I think I’m going to be gone from all the sound this man makes. 

“I love you– your tongue,” I amend immediately when his tongue goes in and out of my pussy. So warm and so long…..so mine. The stubble on his chin toys with my thigh, creating a sensation that I enjoy so damn much. I refuse to believe that his man’s hands and fingers have been as out of commission as his dick, or maybe he’s just probably been waiting for a night like this, so that he can unleash the bedroom beast in him. 

The orgasm breaks my thoughts and my entire fucking body vibrates like crazy. At this moment I think I need years to recover. Okay I take that back, I don’t need years, I need him to fuck me.

Speaking of bedroom beasts, Nick rises to his feet and strokes his cock, which is looking painfully hard by the second. 
“Let me help with that,” I start but he shrugs.

“Not used to anyone doing this,” he says immediately and I stifle a sigh. 

“I want to, and you can’t stop me,” I move closer to him and take him in my hands. Leaning down to lick a bead of precum at his tip, his entire body shudders in response. I’ve got him. God. He’s so big, I don’t even know if he’s going to fit in my mouth right now. 

“Stop fucking staring at it,” he growls painfully. I take him into my mouth, sucking him slowly, taking in all of him– keeping my eyes on his marvelous face. The fucking sounds he’s making are messing with my pussy, and my head of course. He’s everything in this moment, sweaty, drunk and wild hair and stubble. Enough to make me rethink my “forgetting this night” plan. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget tonight…..ever.

“That’s it,” he growls painfully, tossing me to the bed, strapping a condom on and teasing the entrance of my pussy with his cock. I watch as the head dives in, slowly. He stops midway and a low curse drops from his lips. “When was the last time you did this?” He growls at me and I suddenly realize I can’t remember the last time I had sex with Devin. Damn, that relationship was even over before I knew it. 

“I don’t know, six months ago,” I ramble because I can feel my pussy painfully stretching by the second, clenching around his cock, adjusting to his size. 

“You’ve not had sex for six months?” He croaks. 

“You’ve not had sex for years,” I point out and he looks busted. With a heavy thrust, he pushes in, strong and fast that I scream his name while my body adjusts. He begins to fuck me faster, in and out, leaning down every few seconds to suck my tits. His body glitters in the near darkness. He’s so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. 

“Are you okay?” He asks in between thrusts,
“Yeah, yeah,” I moan, along with some other incoherent things. Things that make him chuckle to himself. He continues thrusting deeper and deeper, showering my body with praises and kisses and curses, he flips me over, so that my ass faces him as he fucks me from behind, faster this time. Too fast, too much but not much for me to handle.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he says into my ear from behind and respond, telling him how close I am. 

Holy. Freaking. Puck.

Nick pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed and I also lose my shit, collapsing next to him. What I don’t expect is for us to listen to eachother’s breathing, until we finally pass out.  Holy. Puck.