Whiskey and Country

31

DAHLIA

Warm lips teased my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. A yelp came out, and I arched my back, pleasure traveling through me in waves.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Nick said, his deep voice sending gurgles of lust through me. The grin on his face ignited every molecule of me. The fire between us burned hotter than it had ever been before. My skin seared just at the way his gaze traveled over me.

I squirmed on the bed, my resolve held by a thread.

With a tight grip on the hem of my shirt, I slid it over my head. Nick’s lips wended from my breasts to my belly. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, and in the most painfully slow movement I’d ever witnessed, he lowered them to my ankles. I shimmied out of them and kicked them off, unable to wait any longer. We only had a few hours to ourselves, and I intended to make the most of them.

Nick eye-fucked me as he stood by the bed, undressing as if he had all the time in the world, his irises gleaming.

“Don’t leave me hanging here aroused,” I said.

The pants coming from the chasm inside me sounded foreign. Nick, now naked as the day he was born, hovered over me and used the back of his hand to skim the skin between my breasts, moving down to my stomach and grazing the junction of my thighs. Shivers ran through me. My hips bucked off the mattress. His hand ventured south, tracing the length of one leg, then the other. My nipples were so stiff they tingled. My bundle of nerves pulsed from all the prickling sensations shooting inside me. From all the promises I could read on my man’s face.

I gasped. “Fuck me or kill me, choice is yours. Stop messing with me, Peterson.”

Nick snickered and bit one nipple. I grunted. Or I purred. Pain and pleasure fuzzed together.

“Did you just Peterson me?”

I nodded.

“Oh, I see you mean business.”

I extended my arm to caress the wooden piece of him begging for my attention, but he jerked away from my reach.

My breathing turned shallow.

Scorching hot desire flew through my bloodstream.

“Woman, I have a plan. And you’ll love it. So much that you’ll ask for more. Want to hear all about it?” Nick’s smirk widened. “You know that friend of yours?” He tipped one eyebrow, looking devilishly handsome in the moonlight coming from the window.

“Which one?” I blew out the words, my body now filled with tremors of unfulfilled need.

“The one you told me about. The one who has been warming up my place for the last three years. That vibrating thing you like?”

“Yesss,” I murmured, clenching my thighs together, barely able to stay put.

“Tonight, he’ll join the party. Funny fact, I’ve never had a threesome before. Have you?”

Did I dissolve on my bed?

Yeah, I probably did.

Nick’s gaze fixated on me, waiting for me to say something.

“I’ve never had one before either,” I said, focusing on his lips. The ones I couldn’t wait to feel all over me. “Being naughty with you, you think I’d like that?” I asked, my voice out of tune.

Nick cupped my cheeks, and his teeth toyed with my bottom lip.

“Oh, believe me. I know you will, baby. Until you’re so satisfied, you’ll beg me to end you.”

My breath hitched on its way in.

Nick hadn’t even started feasting on me, and I was insatiable.

“Peterson, stop wasting my time and touch me already.”

Relishing the idea of messing with him too, I dipped one finger between my legs, and Nick’s face turned a dark shade of purple. I flicked a nipple between my moist digits, and I thought he’d explode before my eyes.

“God, you’re the hottest vision right now. Dahlia, no cheating. Don’t start on your fun without me.”

With his body positioned over mine, he kissed me senseless until I was light-headed, and we had to break apart to catch some fresh air, my lips sensitive and numb.

“Where’s that friend? I can’t wait to meet him.”

With his hands locked around my waist, as if he feared I’d vanish, I moved to my side and opened the drawer of my nightstand. With one hand, I rummaged inside until I presented a very-expectant Nick with a neon-pink silicone dildo. His eyes flared. His tongue darted out.

He studied the toy, and with his hands still hooked on me, Nick glided me back further on the mattress.

“Ready to play?” he asked.

I blinked, drunk on the hunger pulsating in his eyes. That was the moment all hell broke loose. The moment I lost touch with reality. And gravity left me.

Without waiting for an answer, my man dived forward and spread my legs with his muscular hands. His tongue lapped my soaked center, and I shivered underneath him.

He increased the pace, fucking me with his tongue. A train of unintelligible words, mixed with cries, left my mouth, turning him into a starving man. Without allowing me time to make out all the bustle inside and outside my body, Nick grabbed the pink toy from my hand and pushed a button. It played a vibrating rhythm in his fist, and he stared at it with awe. When he recovered from his daze, he slipped it inside me with ease, coated with my damp heat, my vagina convulsing around it.

Holding the vibrating toy in one hand, gliding in and out of me, his mouth plunged back between my legs and sucked me harder, my clit feeling raw between his lips.

The few brain cells I still owned left my body.

My whimpers echoed in the room.

My body became rigid, then relaxed.

I fisted the sheet at my sides, trying to anchor myself to this world.

Nick moved up over me, thirsty for my mouth.

“You like this dirty, don’t you?”

He maneuvered the toy in and out at a steady pace. Throaty moans bubbled out.

My cheeks heated up.

Our eyes met.