28. Nik

CHAPTER 28

Nik

I straddle Brie on the bed, our bodies pressed close. Her soft blonde hair fans out and I want to bury my face in it, breathe her in. My hands slide possessively over her curves, mapping the dips and swells I've been craving. "You're so fucking gorgeous," I murmur, my voice husky with want. "I plan to taste every inch of you."

Brie arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Spurred on by her words, I begin undressing her slowly, relishing each reveal of smooth, tan skin. I push the straps of her bra down her shoulders, kissing a trail from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. Shivers run through her body and her back arches as she silently begs for more.

I peel the silky fabric down, exposing her nipples to the air, and my mouth waters at the sight. Moving lower, I pull her pants over the flare of her hips, down her long legs, tossing them aside. She's left in only a scrap of black lace between her thighs.

"Nik…" Brie breathes my name like a prayer and a plea. I know she needs this as much as I do, this moment to just feel and forget everything else.

I hook my fingers in her panties, drawing them slowly down her legs, baring her completely to me. She's glistening and swollen, her body primed and ready. I inhale deeply, the scent of her flooding my senses.

"Spread your legs for me," I command as I strip off my own clothes hastily. "Let me see how much you want this."

Brie complies eagerly, thighs falling open in wanton invitation. I settle between them, letting my hands stroke along her sensitive inner thighs. She trembles under my touch, those needy whimpers that drive me insane already starting up. And I need to taste her, drink her down. So I lean in and pull a long, slow line up her pussy with my tongue, her sweet flavor exploding in my mouth.

"Always so delicious." My words are muffled into her folds, but Brie hears them anyway, her hand tangling in my hair, urging me on. I obey her, diving into her, devouring her. I feast on her like a starving woman, licking and sucking, my tongue delving into her tight, hot entrance, my nose grinding into her swollen clit until she's moaning and writhing under me.

I need more. I need so much more. I mount her, straddling between her legs, get my cunt onto hers so that I can grind down on her. The heat and wetness and pressure is almost too intense, and I can't hold back a groan of my own.

"Jesus, that's good. Do you like that, my cunt all over yours?"

"Yes. Yes." Her voice is broken, frantic, her fingers gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. I ride her faster, rubbing her clit with my own, the friction and pressure building and building.

"Don't come yet," I order her. "Don't you dare."

"I won't," she gasps, but her hips are bucking and her eyes are glassy. I reach down to grab her tits, squeeze at her nipples, and she throws her head back, eyes closing, jaw clenching.

"You're doing good, baby," I coo. "So good. I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to come? Tell me, and maybe I'll let you."

"God, please, Nik. Please. Let me come for you. Please!" Her words are desperate, delicious.

And I'm not going to let her come. Not yet.

I climb up her body, letting my soaked pussy drag over her tits, marking her, claiming her. Her eyes fly wide open and she looks at me, pleading, hungry, her chest heaving. I squeeze her breasts together and let my clit slider over her hard nipples. "Not yet," I pant. "When I'm done, you can come. But not yet."

She cups my ass, squeezes it, her hips rising, trying to find her own relief, and it's such a turn-on, seeing her so frantic for me, so willing to let me use her however I want. I keep fucking her tits, working myself up, the pressure building in me. "I'm gonna come all over you," I promise her. "Mark you out as mine. You want that?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Then hold still," I order. "Stop trying to get yourself off, just wait. Just wait. I'll get you there."

And I'm going to get me there, too, riding her firm, round tits.

She stills, holding her breath as I take my pleasure, my hands kneading her tits, grinding, rocking, until the tension bursts inside me, and I'm coming hard, spilling all over her, a low groan wrenched from me as my whole body spasms.

And she's still frantic, still panting and pleading. I slide back down her body, making sure my cunt leaves a long, hot trail down her belly, until I'm nestled into the apex of her legs again, my pussy pressing hot against hers. "I think I'll take this next one nice and slow," I tell her. "Ride you smooth and easy. So you settle down, you hear me?"

"Y-yes."

"Good girl."

And then I'm on her again, riding her slick, wet pussy like we were made to do only this, made to fuck each other. I can feel her clit pulsing against mine, her breath coming in short gasps, see her hands gripping the sheets. She's right on the edge, teetering there, and I'm not ready for her to come yet. So I slow down, draw out the strokes, until she's whimpering and trembling, her hips arching up, begging for more.

"Not yet. Not yet. You can be patient for me, can't you?"

"I don't know." Her voice is ragged, barely recognizable. "I can't—please, Nik. Please. I need to come. I can't take anymore."

"You can," I tell her, voice stern. "Because if you come, then this is over. And you don't want it to be over, do you? You want me to keep fucking you, making you beg, making you wait?"

She bites her lip and moans her assent. I speed up again, rocking against her, until the pressure builds in me once more, and I can't hold back any longer. I let myself tip over the edge, grunting as my climax hits, my pussy spasming, dripping against hers.

As the aftershocks fade, I look down at her, flushed and desperate, and know exactly what I want to do next. "Your turn on top," I tell her, and roll her over despite her protests, despite her squeaks, until she's mounted on me like I was on her just seconds ago. "Come on. Show me what you got. Fuck yourself on me."

"I can't."

"Oh yes, you can. And you're going to make me come again while you do it."

Her face is red, and she's breathing hard, but she can't help herself, and she's already humping at me, her clit sliding over mine. I reach up and pinch her nipples, making her yelp.

"Faster," I order her.

"Please," she says. "Please, please, please."

I'm not sure if she's asking permission to come or wants me to push her further, but she's already getting me there, my clit sparking and throbbing, almost protesting as her slick heat rubs me over and over and over. I feel her tense, quivering, and I know she's about to lose control.

"Come for me," I tell her, and she's there, we're both there, her orgasm much longer and harder and sweeter than mine, and I feel a deep sense of satisfaction that goes well beyond my own physical pleasure.

It takes us a few minutes to recover, but when I do, I grab her and pull her mouth to mine, devouring her once more, kissing her with everything I have left?—

But the moment is shattered by a sharp beep from the monitor set into the wall near the door. My head snaps toward the sound, and I'm tensing like a coiled spring at once, even though I should be completely wrecked after all that fucking.

But just like that, I'm back in bodyguard mode. Because that beep is the security system. I roll away from Brie and start pulling my clothes on before I even get to the monitor.

"What is it?" Brie asks. She's also up and pulling on clothes, her face—so soft and open moments ago—now hard and worried again.

My fingers fly, bringing up the external camera feed. "A car just pulled up outside."

"Who?"

I watch as a blonde and a brunette emerge from the car. "Lyssa and Scarlett," I tell Brie. "The Syndicate. And they're armed."

I watch in horror as the security feed shows the two women giving a casual wave up at the camera. And then they split up, each moving to a different side of the house.

"We need to move," I tell Brie. " Now ."