Last Hit(26)

“Take me in your mouth,” he says, smoothing my hair away from my face so he can watch.

“Give me more instructions,” I tell him, breathless. “Tell me exactly what you want. I want to please you.”

“Oh, Daisy, you always please me,” he groans, but he directs my lips toward the head of his cock. “Your every touch, your every caress, it is an utter delight. When your mouth leaves my skin, I am devastated at its loss. There is no heaven beyond your lips.”

Such pretty words. I am reminded that my Nick is an assassin with an artistic soul. I give him a lick and then purse my lips around him.

“Use your tongue,” he instructs me.

And because pleasing him makes me wet with arousal, I do. I caress him with the tip of my tongue and then take him fully in my mouth. I rub my tongue along the underside of his cock. I feel the shiver that ripples through his body, and it encourages me to be more inventive. I suck hard, pulling him deep into my throat and then flexing as if trying to swallow. I cough and gag on his thick length, but his swift intake of breath is worth the effort, so I try again.

His hand fists in my hair again, and then he’s tugging me off of his cock. He turns and lifts me up onto the counter. “I must be inside you. Are you wet?”

“So wet,” I breathe, spreading my legs wider so he can see for himself. Touching him turns me on so very much.

My Nick is tall enough that with me seated on the edge of the counter, his cock is near even with my sex. He takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock through my folds, slicking it. “Look at that,” he tells me. “Look at the way your pussy clings to my cock, hungry for more.”

I lean back, my hands braced on the sink, and watch the head of his cock push through my wet folds, back and forth, the crown appearing between them as he rubs against my clit. It’s an obscene view, but somehow incredibly arousing, and I moan my need for him.

“You are so beautiful, my Daisy.”

“You are so dramatic, my Nick,” I tell him. “Just make love to me, won’t you?” He grins, and my heart stutters at how insanely beautiful he is. Like a dark god. Now I’m the one being dramatic. “Oh, I love you,” I blurt out. “I love you so much.”

His gaze grows intense, and one hard arm latches around my waist. As he pulls me against him, he seats me on him in one hard thrust, and then I’m not sitting on the counter as much as I’m sitting on his cock. He’s so hard and he fills me so well. Nick’s face tenses as he begins to pump into me, his strokes hard, vicious, and so damn good.

I put my hands on his shoulders and cling to him as he fucks me hard. He leans in to kiss me, and his hand moves to the tattoo of his name over my heart. He holds it as he makes love to me with his mouth and fucks me with his cock.

I whimper with need as I feel my orgasm building, and I breathe his name over and over again. His movements intensify, and he fucks me even harder, until I’m screaming his name. And then my orgasm is coming over me and it’s incredible, and Nick’s thrusting into me so hard I can scarcely breathe.

Then he pumps once more into me, and his release washes over my insides. He buries his face against my neck and I hold him close as he comes.

I’m wet and sticky between my legs from his spend, and so utterly replete that I sigh. “I bet we used up all the hot water and we haven’t even gotten into the shower yet.”

“Then I will keep you warm,” Nick says, and nuzzles my neck. His hand reaches for my nipple, and at the brush of his thumb against it, I’m tensing and moaning.

And I forget all about the shower again.

Hours later, when we have exhausted our bodies, we lay in bed, and Nick’s head is pillowed on my breasts. I toy with his hair, feeling content as he dozes against me. He’s finally relaxed, and now I can, too. I’m a little concerned that something’s bothering him so much that it drove him this far, but maybe it’s the school lockdown that had him so on edge. I hope.

As I run my fingers through his now-dry hair, I yawn and wonder if Christine took notes during class.

***

Nick wants to wait a week before going back to classes, but I don’t want to destroy my grade. I insist on returning for the very next class, and I can tell that Nick doesn’t like it, but he agrees. Classes are mostly uneventful, though everyone’s gossiping about the lockdown from the other day. The police haven’t caught whoever it was, so the campus is on high alert for any sort of criminal activity. Idly, I worry that Nick is skipping his own classes to lurk outside of mine and make sure that I’m fine. But when I emerge for my lunch hour, he’s nowhere to be seen. I head for the commons and automatically find Christine.