Sexy Jerk(27)

"Are you okay?"

I nod.

"You sure?"

Again I nod, and this time I hug him tighter. "Kiss me."

He does. Fiercely.

I shiver and arch my body.

"How close are you?" he whispers. 

"Almost there," I whisper back.

"Tell me what you need to get there?"

What I need? I've never been asked that, and I answer with the one word my body is telling me will send me over the edge. "You."

His eyes flash and his jaw clenches. Then he is kissing me again. Harder. Hot. Nipping. Licking. Sucking. Until I am breathing his air and he is breathing mine.

We are locked together so tightly that I have no idea how he manages to keep thrusting. With each movement he makes, my release is building low and deep. So deep, I feel like I'm being turned inside out. "Oh, God," I moan. And then I'm on the top of that mountain and for a moment I'm afraid to fall. Afraid of what will happen when it's all over, but it's too late, and before I can stop myself, I'm coming around his cock.

"Fuck," Nick groans as he begins to move faster, harder. Any control he had is gone and he's pushing into me so deep that I gasp at his depth.

That's when I begin to unravel. I thought I'd come just seconds ago, but now my orgasm is owning me, taking me over, making me slick and wet, and out of control.

I squeeze him tightly, never wanting this feeling to end. Gasping his name, I close my eyes and the world blurs around me. All I can feel is him. On top of me. His mouth on my skin. His cock buried deep. The noises he is making. Him. All of him. All around me.

When I start to float downward, my body feels weightless, sated, free. It's a strange new feeling. I can't quite grasp it.

I'm not sure I want to.

Nick collapses on top of me. His body is limp and his chest heaves with exertion, but he feels so good, and I want him to stay right where he is.

I press my lips to his neck and start to suck.

Nick laughs, and rolls so that I'm on top of him. "You, Tess Winters, are incredible."

I look down at him. "You aren't so bad yourself."

"You mean for a jerk," he jokes.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Stop with that, please."

He smiles and kisses me softly. "Since you said please."

This time I roll my eyes.

He kisses me again, this time harder. "Let me get rid of the condom and then I want to do that again, but this time I want to taste you first."

With my legs still shaking and my body still trembling, I roll onto my back. "We have at least another hour before Max wakes, so if you insist."

Nick cocks a brow and then makes his way upstairs. Within seconds he is back beside me, reaching for me and tugging me on top of him. "I want to say that was unexpected, but that would be a lie. After the last five days it wasn't," he laughs.

"No, it wasn't," I laugh back.

His fingertips trail down my back and my body responds in the same way it has since the first time he touched me. "Are you sure you didn't want me from the first time you saw me?"

I rise to my elbows, my fingers going to his hair and threading through it. "After what we just did, I want to say yes, but that would be a lie."

"Way to hurt a guy's ego," he responds with color in his voice.

Twisting my lips, I stare down into his blue eyes. "I doubt that ego of yours has ever even been scratched."

Nick slaps my bare bottom and rolls me onto my back, spreading my legs wide as he hovers between them. "Shut up and let me taste you."

And for once, I have no problem doing just as he says.





Tess

SEX CHANGES EVERYTHING.

No matter how many times you say it won't, or want to pretend things will be the same afterwards, they won't be.

They never are.

For Nick and I, that isn't saying much. After three years of war, the cease-fire had resulted in both of us crying out each other's names, and now trying to catch our breath.



       
         
       
        

It isn't anything I would have predicted.

My breasts are crushed against his chest when I spot the sun rising. "We should probably get dressed," I say, "Max will be waking up soon."

His muscles grow taut beneath me, and with an uneasy feeling stirring in my belly that I can't shake, I wait for it.

This was a mistake.

This shouldn't have happened.

This is a one-time thing

Or better yet-don't get too attached to me.

"Yeah, you're right," Nick says, sitting up and forcing me to do the same.

He runs a hand through his hair, and then looks around before standing. As he gathers my clothes and hands them to me, I wait for it. Nothing. I start to wonder just how bad this is going to be.