“I am too.” He swallowed hard as he stared at me. “Christ Nikki… you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes, I do.” I said as I guided his dick towards me. “I’m fucking you.” I lowered myself on top of him, taking him inch by glorious inch until I was seated on top of him with him fully inside of me.
Mikey blew out a breath, grabbing onto my hips as he arched his and pumped me with his dick. “Yeah, you are.” He said, gritting his teeth as I lifted off him only to slam down onto him again this time harder than the last. “In more ways than one…”
I didn’t know what he meant by that comment and truth be told I didn’t really care either all that mattered to me was reveling in the feel of him bare inside of me. I lost the ability to think or feel the only thing that made me feel alive knew that my pussy was tightly wrapped around his cock bringing us both to the ultimate orgasm.
I awoke the next morning with a massive headache along with every limb in my body feeling broken, but all the aches and pains were completely worth it. I’d suffer every day of my life if I could have sex like that every night. At first, I thought I had been dreaming when Nikki snuck into my room, but nope it was a sweet reality. She rode me into oblivion her tits in my face as she bounced up and down on my cock. I had never fucked anyone without a rubber before and was glad I hadn’t because otherwise last night wouldn’t have had the same effect on me.
She gave me two of the most intense orgasms of my life. I don’t know if it was just because there was nothing separating us physically or if it was consciously knowing that I came inside her either way it was the best fucking sex of my life. I meant it when I said she was fucking me in more ways than one the literal sense of it and the fact that she was chipping away at my resolve making me believe that this thing between us was supposed to be. I was starting to believe that I could be good enough for her that I could make her happy and dare I say that I deserved her. The better part of me the smarter part, the part that didn’t think with my dick knew better.
I got out of bed pulling on a pair of basketball shorts I made my way downstairs in search for something to ease my headache. I stopped in my tracks when I glanced in the kitchen catching a glimpse of Aunt Gina. She was flipping pancakes wearing a black lace teddy with her tits hanging down to her belly button. I ducked out of sight and into the bathroom, hoping she didn’t see me. I didn’t know if dressing in lingerie was the norm around here, but I really didn’t want to find out either, especially after she tucked me into bed last night in that get up of hers promising me that I hadn’t seen anything yet. If Nana started parading around in a garter belt I was getting the fuck out of here, it didn’t matter what mobster was gunning for us. I’d take my chances.
I opened the medicine cabinet searching for some Motrin to get rid of the mariachi band that was stomping on my head. The cabinet was packed causing me to remove the Polident denture glue the six tubes of Preparation H and the Dulcolax stool softener. Where the ever loving fuck was I? I was living in geriatric hell that’s where. I popped the cap off the bottle of Motrin and poured three or four not really counting into my mouth as I turned on the faucet and dipped my head under the water to wash down the pills.
I made a mental note to call Jimmy today and get on his ass to get us the hell out of here. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last with Aunt Gina. That woman was a basket case and I feared what else she had up her sleeve.
I stepped into the living room and immediately stood frozen in my tracks. Nikki was wearing the shortest shorts I had ever seen and a bikini top. Her legs were spread shoulder width apart and she was holding a gun pointing the fucking thing right at me. If the gun weren’t aimed at my chest, I’d probably think she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Scratch that, it didn’t matter that the gun was aimed at me seeing her like that her stance so perfect and controlled it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I’d take the bullet.
“And just like that you pull the trigger and kill those dirt bags.” Nana said pointedly beside Nikki.
“What the hell are you two doing?” I asked my eyes drifting back and forth between Nikki’s face and the gun she held.
“Nana’s teaching me how to fire a gun.” Nikki said smiling at me as she slowly brought her gun down.
Aunt Gina emerged from the kitchen sashaying her hips in four inch heels, holding a platter of flapjacks in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. Her eyes fixated on me with a hungry stare before she wiggled her eyebrows and puckered her lips.
“Breakfast is served sweetcakes.” She purred.
I was going to be sick. I ran to the bathroom, leaving Nikki’s laughter in my dust as I locked myself in the bathroom and wondered if anyone would notice if I spent the rest of the day hiding out in there.
Chapter Twenty Two