“You can’t be serious. I’m sweaty and gross,” I tell him when he releases my lips, and starts kissing, sucking, and nipping his way down my neck.
“You’re sweaty and you’re so fucking sexy right now. I’m dead fucking serious. Now kick your shoes off,” he orders as he is yanking my gym pants down my legs. I do as he asks and use one foot to kick off a shoe, and then I repeat with the other. He pushes my pants and panties all the way down and I use my feet to get them off completely.
“Baby, this is going to be fast and hard.” He shucks his gym shorts and picks me up by my thighs. My back is against the wall again and my legs are wrapped around his waist; he enters me swiftly.
He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size when he pulls back and slams back into me. His lips find my ear lobe and he bites down hard. I give a yell out of pain and pleasure. He isn’t slowing his pace. If anything, he continues to get faster every time he pushes forward. I receive everything, wanting more.
“You like it when I’m a little rough with you, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear. His voice is raspy.
“Yes,” I pant. I really, really do. Please don’t stop, ever. I grip his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. I run my hands up until they are in his slick hair. I pull on it, trying to urge him on.
“Oh God, Nick. Fuck me harder, please,” I beg him and he immediately picks up the speed. I honestly don’t know how he’s holding me and moving so fast at the same time. My heart rate picks up and I feel myself tighten at the core. I’m about to explode and then I do, all over his cock. As my orgasm washes over me, Nick releases himself inside of me.
He slows down to a stop and holds me against the wall. He kisses me softly on the lips before slipping out of me. Without a word, he smiles and turns for the showers.
I’m standing against the wall still panting and breathless. I don’t even care that I have cum slipping down my legs right now. I’m having a Joey Lawrence “wow” moment.
I push myself off the wall and go to the showers myself. I don’t bother with finding the women’s locker room. The door is still locked, and well, I imagine Jase and Nikki already have an idea of what we just did. So frankly, I don’t care what this looks like after what Nick just did to me.
I have another Joey “wow” moment when I get in the shower next to Nick. I’m sure he knows it’s me when I turn on the water and close the door behind me. I shower quickly and then exit. Nick is standing at the door with an extra towel in his hand. I take it and wrap it around my body.
“I guess you aren’t going to work out anymore today then?” I ask as I take in his already fully dressed self.
“I think I just got a pretty damn good workout ten minutes ago.” He smiles and raises his eyebrows. God knows I did. I smile back and walk over to my gym bag that has magically appeared in the men’s locker room. I don’t question. I’m still on a sex high.
ELEVEN
“Please never let me drink that much ever again,” Nikki begs from the back seat of Nick’s car where she is laying across the seat, covering her eyes with her arm. She got a little drunk last night…well, a lot drunk last night. After Nick took me to the amateur fight night to watch one of Jase’s fights last night, the four of us went to Club Blue where Nikki got sloshed. Jase won the fight; so apparently she wanted to celebrate for her man. I don’t think she is in much of a celebratory mood now.
We are on the way to Nick and Nikki’s parents’ house in Pasadena for a Memorial Day dinner. Perhaps I’m a little nervous, but really, I just want to get this part of dating out of the way. Maybe that is why I agreed to come with them as quickly as I did last night. How bad could meeting the parents go?
Nick made his mom sound like an angel, but the way he and Nikki described their dad, you would think the man was the devil himself. My dad died when I was very young, so I never really had a father figure in my life. I’ve never been able to relate to other friends and their relationships with their dads. I have a few memories of the man, and luckily, all are good, but when it comes to the fatherly authority, I’m clueless. I was never grounded growing up like all my friends were for breaking curfew or bad grades. I was never the bad kid, but my mom didn’t have a clue what was going on in my life. I could come and go as I pleased, as long as I stayed out of trouble. Most kids would dream of a life like that, but really, I longed for attention from my mother.
“Why you got wasted last night when you knew we were coming here today is beyond me. You know Dad’s going to say something about it and that’s going to piss you off,” Nick tells his sister as we pull into a driveway of a massive two-story house. If this is the house they grew up in, I understand why Nick doesn’t like big houses. This place is huge and could easily be in an architecture magazine. I hate it immediately.