No Strings Attached (18+)

Chapter 3

Shrugging, I replied, "I do."

His stare sharpened, and in an instant, I felt the searing heat of his desire.

Then he reached for me, pulling me against the hard length of his body.

One brazen hand disappeared beneath the fabric of my leggings, searching and squeezing, while the other traveled up my spine to cup the back of my head.

Lips that were soft but insistent pressed against mine, parting to unleash his wicked, shameless tongue.

I got my first intoxicating taste of him as his inquisitive fingers found my core.

Oh, god-

Gasping, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Nick stroked me, releasing my lips to whisper, "Leah?"

"Yes?"

His ravenous eyes caught mine, "Get your condoms, and lose your pants."

I smirked as a shiver burned across my skin.

Shuffling off the bed, I stood, hooking my thumbs beneath the waist of my leggings, shoving them down and kicking them away.

Nick reached behind his head, gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling it off.

Crossing the room, I found my purse, unzipping the inner side pocket and taking out my secret stash.

I turned, coming face to chest with a beautifully naked Nick.

Helpless, I felt my eyes drawn downward...

"Wow."

"Good 'wow'?" His voice was a warm caress against my skin.

"Very good 'wow'," I breathed.

His lips kissed my cheek, "Thanks."

Taking one condom between my fingers, I set the rest on the dresser, pressing my hand against Nick's chest as I pushed him back toward the bed.

I laid it down on the sheets, climbing on to straddle Nick's lap, sighing as his hands gripped the curves of my ass and pulled me hard against him.

"Nick..."

His lips found the soft skin of my throat, "To answer your question, Leah, I would be delighted to fuck you whenever and wherever you like."

Grinning, I rubbed my nose against his.

"Prove it."

In a flash, I was under him, caged in by his muscled arms.

Dipping his head, he tasted me, biting my lip and nibbling his way along my neck.

The stubbled edge of his jaw prickled against my skin as his tongue worked down and down, filling me with agonizing anticipation before he took my nipple into his mouth.

I arched, head pressed into the mattress as I gasped, "Nick-"

He smiled against my breast, "Pace yourself, Baby; we're just getting started."

Skimming across my abdomen, the roughened pads of his fingers sought and found the aching center of my need.

"Please-"

"'Please' what, Leah?"

"Please, touch me-"

Nick smirked, pressing a kiss to my sternum, "I'll do you one better-"

Curiosity about his meaning crossed my mind, then all thought was obliterated as he shifted lower, planting his face between my legs and parting my folds, pausing for the briefest, most agonizing second before caressing his tongue against my clit.

The air left my lungs, and my eyes closed, hands tangling in his hair.

Yes-

Sparks flared behind my eyelids, lighting up and burning out as he worked, my pleasure building with every lick.

"Don't stop-"

His other hand left my thigh, and a moment later his fingers delved inside of me, stroking, coaxing, until my muttered pleas devolved into a lewd litany of begging and praise.

My breath caught, trapped in my chest as the tension coiling in my center sharpened, then shattered.

FUCK-

A wordless cry rang out in the silence as my orgasm engulfed me, muscles spasming and pure ecstasy singing through my veins.

Helpless, my fingers tightened in his hair as I fought to stay tethered to the world.

As sense returned on the other side of the peak, I slowly slid down into the cozy haze of the afterglow.

Beneath me, Nick rose, kneeling between my legs.

"Leah?"

I looked up, eyes hooded with sated desire.

He held the condom between his finger and thumb, a question in his stare.

A lazy smile curved my lips, and I nodded.

Rising on my elbows, I watched as he carefully tore open the wrapper and sheathed himself inside the latex barrier.

Jesus-

He had a beautiful cock...

Lifting my hips, I offered myself to him, meeting his fiery gaze.

His strong hands gripped me, pulling me closer as he teased me, rubbing himself against my aching pussy.

And then, he sank in.

Oh, god-

"Watch me." Nick's voice was a rasp, a low, dark whisper in the silence.

Placing a hand over his, I savored the agonized rapture in his expression as he filled me, burying himself in my welcoming warmth.

"Fuuuuuck-" he grit, as I stretched to fit him.

"Nick?" I breathed, squeezing his hand.

His gaze met mine, and I grinned.

"Fuck me."

Leaning down, he captured my lips as he pulled back and then thrust back in.

"Nick!" I gasped.

"Leah," he took my hand in his, separating my index and pointer fingers.

"Wh-"

"Open." His dark eyes devoured me, and I complied, sucking when he placed them against my tongue.

"Touch yourself."

Nick's voice was an order, a commandment from a ruthless, unforgiving god.

Reaching down, I slid my fingers against my clit once, twice, again and again as his hips began to pound against me.

His hands dug into my skin as he gripped me tightly, "You're gonna dream about my cock tonight-"

"Yes-" I whispered, feeling the familiar rush begin to overtake me.

Breathing in, I tasted the salt tang of our sweat, and my ears filled with the lewd slapping of our flesh.

Tendrils of fire scorched me from within, and the inferno only grew hotter and brighter, stoked by my circling fingers and Nick's unrelenting thrusts.

The end came suddenly, violently, crying out as my back arched up off the bed.

Raw satisfaction seared my nerve endings, and my toes curled against the sheets as my muscles clenched tight.

"FUCK-" Nick cried, heedless of the neighboring rooms, pulsing within me as he came.

For a moment, there was only the low, heavy rasp of our breathing and the hard, pounding beat of my heart.

"So," Nick panted, grinning as he pulled out of me, "think you'll be able to sleep now?"

"Not sure," I smirked, eyeing the carnal wonderland of his body, "Maybe we should try it again?"