“You ready?” I growled.
Her wild eyes gave me the green light, and her hands pushed my ass closer to her. Nodding, I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a condom and sat back so I could roll it on. Even though I was way past ready to get inside her, I did this slowly to tease her. It worked a fucking treat too. She moaned and muttered, “Hurry the hell up, Nash. I want that cock in me.”
I grinned, and leant forward to kiss her. “Good, because that’s exactly what you’re about to have, sweet thing.”
Holding myself over her, I thrust hard and fast, filling her sweet pussy completely. She screamed out my name, and I withdrew and thrust again. Holy, fucking sweet heaven; Velvet felt so good around me. I thrust one more time and savoured being inside her for a moment before pulling out and sitting back on my knees.
Craving deeper penetration, I kneeled and pulled her legs up and spread them so they rested on my arms just below my shoulders. Leaning forward between her legs, I thrust back in and out, setting a new rhythm. Our eyes locked and I fucked her deep and dirty, just the way I liked it.
“Nash!” she screamed again, and it was so loud that I bet I’d made good on her belief I could make her scream the loudest she ever had. Her pussy clenched around my dick and I struggled not to come; I wanted to get her off at the same time.
“You close?” I grunted.
“Yeah,” she managed to get out in between moans, and then she came. Her orgasm shattered around me and, fuck, it felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and began to throb as my heart started pounding in my chest. Her wet pussy kept contracting around me and I was sure I glimpsed nirvana, as a lightning bolt lit up my brain with the kind of pleasure a man only dreams of.
Euphoria hit me and I came hard. Long and fucking hard. The space around me blurred as I lost focus, lost sound, lost taste. I was drunk on her and grappled to get back to her. I needed to see her; I craved a taste of her. But I was lost in the orgasm and the sensations spreading throughout my body.
Finally, I came to and opened my eyes. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed, a look of happiness on her face. She must have sensed me watching her, she turned to look at me and smiled.
We didn’t say anything for a moment, just enjoyed the moment in silence. Then, she purred, “You sent me to heaven, Nash. Everything I’ve heard about you was true.”
My mind was in overdrive; the new, crazy thoughts running through it pummelled me with their ferocity.
Velvet.
I wanted her.
Again.
Already.
Fuck, I’d hardly finished with this orgasm, and I already wanted more.
Before I could say anything, her eyes closed and I knew she was almost asleep. I gently pulled out of her and moved so I could lay her legs on the bed before getting up and dealing with the condom. She moaned softly as I left the bed, but she didn’t open her eyes. I watched her for a moment before heading into the bathroom.
Christ, what the fuck had we done?
I disposed of the condom and eyed myself in the mirror. What an idiot I’d been to think that one night with Velvet would be enough. And what the hell was she going to say when she woke up with a hangover and a bad case of regret in the morning?
Fuck.
Chapter 9
Mr Brightside ~ The Killers
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Velvet
My mouth was dry and my head ached. I opened my eyes and groaned in pain as the light hit me. My hand flew to my head; the pain was excruciating.
I hadn’t had a hangover in a long time, and it came back to me in a rush why I didn't drink to extremes anymore. I slowly sat up and cursed myself as the nausea hit me in waves. Shit, I was going to vomit. I lurched out of the bed, and it was at that moment that I realised I wasn’t in my own bed.
I was at Nash’s house and I didn’t know where the bathroom was. Didn’t matter; I’d find it.
Five minutes later I’d found the bathroom and emptied my stomach of it’s contents. I dragged myself back to the bed and laid down. The energy it took to vomit wiped me out and sleep claimed me again.
***
When I came to, I still felt awful but at least the nausea was gone. As I slowly sat up, I assessed my surroundings. Nash’s bedroom was painted in a hushed grey; very masculine. There was no clutter in here, just the bed, bedside tables and a wood chest of drawers. He had one painting on the wall above the bed; some abstract swirl of reds, oranges and black. It didn’t make any sense to me, but then again, I figured art was subjective and it must have meant something to him.
As I examined his room, I wondered where he was. The house was silent and I briefly considered that he actually wasn’t here. My heart sank at that thought. And then I wondered where the hell that thought had come from.