“I want to fuck you, Samantha.” Nick said as he sat her on top of the counter. He pressed a palm on each of her knee caps and spread her legs.
His words were her drug, and once she had her fix she reached for his face, claiming his mouth with her own. Her hands pushed his suit jacket off his broad shoulders as his tongue found its way into her hot mouth. In his arms at this moment it was only the two of them no death, no eulogies just an uncontrollable desire to have him inside her. He lapped at the recesses of her mouth, tasting every crevice. His fingers slipped under the thin scrap of lace covering her pussy and he swallowed her moan as his fingers traveled along her slick folds.
Her delicate fingertips worked the button of his slacks and dragged down the zipper carefully. She was as desperate for him as he was for her. She leaned into him as she struggled with the elastic of his boxer briefs. She decided she needed a different tactic and she grabbed his shoulders and with the stiletto heels, she wore, she brought the underwear and slacks down. They pooled at his knees, his erection free. Nick pulled back from her, catching his breath. He gripped his dick in his hand and pumped it once, then twice. With is thumb, he wiped at the clear liquid that dripped out of the head. Sam grabbed his hand and wrapped her lips around his thumb, sucking his juices off.
Watching her tongue twirl around his thumb, making sure she tasted whatever was left, was enough to send Nick over the edge. He lifted her dress, so that the fabric sat around her waist. He didn’t bother removing her thong, he slid the lace to the side and with one slick move he drove his hard cock into her glistening pussy.
Sam locked her ankles around his waist and met him thrust for thrust.
“Harder!” She urged as she gripped his shoulders that were straining against the tailored shirt he still wore. Nick grunted as he pushed himself further into her. He was balls deep and her walls clenched around him. He would’ve sworn on a stack of bibles that her sweet little pussy had his dick in a vice, that’s how tight she was. He wasn’t going to be able to last long. He reached down and stroked her clit with his fingers. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. “Yes… Oh God, Nick. Like that. Just like that.” She purred as his finger pressed against her sensitive nub.
She threw her head back, hitting the mirror, her whole body shuddering as she came. Nick leaned down and sucked on her neck. He couldn’t help himself that long elegant neck was calling for his touch. His mouth trailed down to her shoulder blade as he lost himself inside her.
“Fuck yeah.” He growled against her skin as he pumped inside her while he came. He blew out a deep breath as he braced one hand against the mirror, hoping to steady himself.
They both struggled to get their breathing under control for a moment before Nick slid his dick slowly out of her. He thought she moaned, but he couldn’t be sure. He carefully brought his briefs back up over his still semi hardened cock. The tip peaked out of the elastic as he drew his pants up. He zipped them, but didn’t bother with the button.
He watched Sam hop off the counter top. She bent her knees and lifted her dress to fix her panties. She glanced at herself in the mirror smoothing her dress down, making sure she didn’t look like she was just fucked in the bathroom. Nick bent down to pick up his tie, curling it into a ball, and shoved it into his pocket. He didn’t bother fixing his shirt. He draped his suit jacket over his shoulder and stared at her in the mirror. Maybe she gave a shit if people knew they were together, but he didn’t. Her eyes met his and she smiled softly. She turned around and patted him on the chest.
“Thanks.” She leaned up and pressed her lips to his cheek fleetingly. Nick barely rapped his head around the one word she uttered from her smiling mouth before she brushed past him and left him alone in the ladies room.
Chapter Twelve
Nick couldn’t get his head in the game. He had a half a dozen cars that needed his attention, yet he sat behind the desk in the office he shared with Luke. He wasn’t even pretending to do anything useful, like order auto parts or call back some of the people who had left messages over the last week. No, he just sat in the chair and stared aimlessly at the heap of paper that was piled high on the desk. His head felt as if it would explode. Between the never ending phone calls from his father and Erica and whatever the fuck you would call what was going on between him and Sam, he felt like he was in a car that someone had cut the breaks too.
“I heard this is where I could find you.” He knew that voice, dreaded the day he’d hear it again. Nick glanced up at the doorway, in which his mother stood. A sea of emotions ran through his head as he stared at her. Lucille Foti looked just as he remembered, a little older, more lines on her face. Cold, hard and uninviting, was the best way to describe who stood in front of him.