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Warning: Sexually Explicit Content

I made the decision far more quickly than I’d intended to, but with Nick looking at me like that, giving me that sexy grin of his, I couldn’t resist anymore. But this time, I wanted to take control, to feel powerful, to feel like this was on my terms.

He gladly laid down on the bed and let me straddle his hips, his hands coming up to my breasts again, resuming the play he’d started a few minutes before. I watched his face for any sign that he was shutting down, that he regretted giving me that paper with his number on it, but I didn’t see anything. I leaned down and kissed him again, gently nipping his bottom lip as he moved his hands to the waistband of my pajama pants. I stopped him.

“My way, okay?” I said, entwining my fingers with his as I moved slightly over the swelling that was poking out of his boxers.

“Whatever you say,” he said, relaxing his hands in mine.

I moved back a bit and then lifted myself so I could slide his shorts down his legs and throw them on the floor behind me. He was glorious under me, everything I remembered he would be. I released his hands, reaching out to run one finger up the bottom of his length, then circle around his tip a few times. I could hear his breathing speed up as I touched him, and I smiled. I tucked my hair behind my ears and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the tip of him.

He groaned when I placed little nipping kisses all over him, my hand sliding over his stomach and hips as I did so. He arched up off the bed a bit when my tongue danced out to lick him quickly before retreating back behind my teeth. I knew we were on a time limit, but I wanted to make this go slowly, to enjoy it as much as I could. I’d been waiting a year for this, after all.

I tilted my head to the side so I could look up at him the first time I slid him into my mouth. He growled, deep in his chest as I started a slow rhythm on him, swirling my tongue lazily around his head as my teeth grazed the rest of his length. His hands were fisted on the bed covers beneath us while I continued my assault on his member, but his eyes never left mine. I could feel him twitching, growing in my mouth, so I doubled my efforts, enjoying the spasm of pure bliss that crossed his beautiful features. Seeing him like that, knowing he was trusting me so completely, made it very hard for me to hate him, not that I ever really did in the first place.

I suckled him for awhile, speeding up my pace now and then, letting my fingers fondle and play as I did so. He entangled his hands in my hair, but didn’t use any pressure, just held them there. How had I forgone this the first time? He was so solid on my tongue, and he tasted like Heaven, a bit salty, but oh so sweet at the same time. I sighed.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that it took me a few seconds to realize he was trying to pull me away from him. I sat up and smiled.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I could take anymore of that,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me down on top of him so he could kiss me again. “I don’t want this to be over before it starts, you know?”

“Then take my pants off and let’s get this show on the road,” I said, letting my tongue dance over the underside of his jaw.

So quickly I didn’t realize it had happened, he flipped me onto my back and covered my body with his. I opened my legs so he could settle between them, cursing the pants I was still wearing. He ran his tongue down my chest, between my breasts, and over my stomach before he tugged my pants off, with my panties, and tossed them aside.

I froze when I felt his kisses on the inside of my thigh.
“Nick, what are you doing?” I gasped as he kissed his way higher so his nose was nuzzling my curls.

He chuckled, sending a ripple of pleasure through me as I felt his warm breath on my core. “I’m sure you can guess,” he teased, using his hands to open my legs a bit wider. “I don’t know about this,” I breathed, sitting up. I felt my face heat up. That particular activity wasn’t something I normally allowed. It made me too nervous.

He paused and looked up at me, understanding dawning on his face. “No problem,” he said, reaching up to kiss me gently. “We don’t have to, it’s not a big deal.”

Humiliation wasn’t what I needed to ruin such a perfect moment, but I couldn’t help it. I mean, I knew he’d seen me before, hell, we’d already had sex, but there was something about what he was about to do that felt too intimate, and I couldn’t let myself get over it.

His fingers slipped between my legs as he kissed me, and when they brushed over my most sensitive spot, I jumped and moaned. He laid me down, keeping one arm under me, and laid to the side of me, kissing me deeply while his fingers played with me. He alternated his rhythm a bit, sometimes using one finger, then using two or three, sometimes sliding a finger or two up inside of me. I returned his kisses madly as he stroked me, brought me closer and closer to the amazing peak he’d brought me to before. I ached to have him inside me, but I didn’t want his sweet torture to end, so I just kept kissing him.

“Nick, I’m so close,” I gasped as he doubled his efforts and brought his mouth down on my nipple at the same time. I arched sideways, toward him, feeling my stomach press against his chest as my orgasm washed over me, making my whole body tremble. He captured my lips to kiss me as I started to come down.

I opened my eyes to grin at him as I started to settle again. My fingers reached down and closed around him, pumping lightly. “It’s time,” I whispered into his mouth.

Without a word he got up and went to the closet where his bag was. He returned with a condom.

“Would you care to do the honors?” he teased as he opened the package.

Without hesitation, I took the condom from him and kissed his tip before rolling it down over him. He pulled me to my feet and into his arms.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked as he just held me for a moment, skin to skin, feeling my heartbeat against his. A shiver raced down my spine at the gentle tone in his voice. There was no way I could say no at that point, not that I wanted to. I’d already committed to this, and I’d be damned if I turned back now. I wanted him way too much to let my anger and resentment get in the way.

“I’m positive,” I said, leading him back to the bed and tugging him down on top of me. I wanted to feel him above me, to see him as he looked down at me.

He reached between our bodies and guided himself to my opening. I held my breath as he pushed forward, gently, slowly, just like he had the first time. I wondered vaguely, in the back of my mind, if I would ever get to feel the aggression he’d spoken of before, but at that point, I was good with what I had.

A peaceful expression crossed his face as he rolled us to our sides, still joined, his hips between my legs. He moved his hand up under my neck to make me more comfortable as he rocked against me, kissing me slowly, tenderly, the whole time. I hiked my leg up over his hip and met him thrust for thrust.

“So good,” he mumbled against my mouth, one of his hands coming down to my hip, to pull me closer to him. “I’ve wanted to feel this again for the last year, Myckaila. You have no idea.”

“I think I do,” I said, remembering all of those lonely nights that I’d wished I could feel him again. I clasped my arms more tightly around him, just to reassure myself he was really there. I knew how I’d feel afterwards, I knew I wouldn’t want him to go, but I pushed it aside as I felt him slide in and out of me, bringing only intense pleasure with each movement.

His eyes drifted closed as he got lost in what he was feeling, and I took that opportunity to really look at him. He’d always been amazing to look at, for as long as I could remember. But being this close to him again, being able to see him just inches from my face when I’d resigned myself to never having that again, I appreciated him even more. His face was relaxed, like he was sleeping, his lips were slightly parted, and his hair was standing out at all angles. I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand, causing him to open his eyes and look at me again. His lips curled into a slow smile and he pressed his forehead to mine.

Carefully, he pressed me onto my back again and held himself up on his arms as he leaned down to kiss me, running his tongue over my bottom lip. His thrusts became more urgent, a bit harder and faster, and I greedily arched up to meet him. He worked me faster, raining kisses over my face, my neck, my collarbones, down to my breasts. I could tell he was trying to control himself, to prolong this as much as possible.

“Harder,” I urged in his ear as he nibbled my neck again. I grazed his ear lobe between my teeth and felt the answering twitch inside me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his breath coming in short gasps as his hips sped up. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I said, gripping his ass in my hands to bring him even deeper. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“I am, don’t ever doubt that,” he chuckled, but he sped up all the same. He sat back on his knees and held my hips in his hands as he worked himself in and out of me, his thrusts coming faster and deeper than before. I sat up with him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he moved me, as he hit the spots only experience can find. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me as he drove into me, causing me to cry out his name and bury my face in his neck. My body felt like jelly in his arms, and I never wanted him to stop his assault on my senses. Sweat dripped from both of us as our movements became more frantic, and before long, I felt him beginning to tense.

“Now, Nick,” I whispered in his ear as his fingers found me and began rubbing in an insistent motion that threatened to send me over the edge again. I knew that’s what he wanted, he wanted us to be together when it happened, and a warm feeling spread through me.

“Mycki,” he breathed, lifting my hips so that he was almost out of me, and then slamming me down hard one final time, panting into my hair as he did so. I let myself go at that moment, too, shoving almost roughly against his fingers, letting my release break over me and leave me limp and breathless in his arms.

He didn’t move for a moment, letting both of us slow our heartbeats and get our breathing under control again. When he started to shift out from under me, I panicked and gripped him tighter to me.

“You’re not going to turn on me, are you?” I whispered, sadness threatening to take over the aftershocks of pleasure that were still rippling through me.

“No,” he said, untangling our legs and getting up off the bed. He offered me his hand. “C’mere,” he whispered, a tender smile on his face.

I let him pull me to my feet, noting to myself how wobbly my legs were after our little tryst. He hugged me to him, just held me for a minute, not saying anything, his arms around me, silently telling me he wasn’t going to kick me out this time.

Our reverie was interrupted by a loud banging on the hotel room door.

“Nick, you better not have gone back to sleep!” The voice that yelled from the hallway sounded more than a bit pissed.

“Shit,” he muttered, kissing my forehead quickly before releasing me and pulling on his boxers. I went into the bathroom before he opened the door.

“Sorry about that, man,” I heard him say through the bathroom door. “I lost track of time.”

“Sure you did,” the voice replied, and since I could hear him better, I assumed he had come into the room. I cringed at the idea that my clothes were still spread all over the floor. “Smells like sex in here,” the voice commented, and I wanted to crawl under the tiles at my feet.

“Give me ten minutes, okay?” Nick said, disregarding the comment. “I’ll be right down, I just gotta get dressed, AJ.”

AJ chuckled. “So you did nail that chick that was here earlier,” he said, and I could almost hear the lewd smirk on his face. My face flushed again, I could feel it. And how the hell did he know I’d been there earlier? I made a mental note to ask Nick.

“Just get out,” Nick said, a bit more sternly. I heard the door open, and AJ’s laugh got farther away before the door slammed.

I waited for Nick to open the bathroom door. He had an apologetic smile on his face as he handed me my clothes. “Sorry about that,” he said as I pulled my pants back on and yanked my shirt down over my head. “Sometimes he has no class.”

“How did he know I was here?” I asked as he led me back into the bedroom.

“He came in just before you woke up,” he said, grabbing his suitcase out of the closet and throwing it on the bed. He started digging and I stared, amused at how neatly the clothes were folded inside. He pulled out a t-shirt, jeans, and a new pair of boxers, and started to get dressed. I wanted to look away, to give him some privacy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he moved. He was a bit thinner than he’d been the year before, a bit more toned, and he was breathtaking.

“What?” he said when I’d been staring too long. He tugged his t-shirt over his head.

I smiled. “Nothing,” I said, shrugging. “Just looking at you, that’s all.”

He gave me a warm smile and moved to put his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head.

“I hate to say this,” he started, but I cut him off, pressing my finger to his lips.

“I know,” I said, kissing his mouth quickly. “I’ve already kept you too long.”

“If I had my way, I’d stay here all day,” he said, squeezing me to him again. “But we have a show tonight, and a ton of things to do today, some of which I’m already late for.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Mycki, I meant what I said before. I want you to call me, whenever you think you’re ready, okay?”

I nodded as I bent down to pick up the paper I’d dropped on the floor with his number on it. The old feelings were starting to come back, and I found myself hesitating.

“I can’t guarantee when I’ll use this,” I said slowly, remembering what I’d gone through before. “But thanks for giving it to me.”

I moved out of his arms and headed for the door, smoothing my ponytail back into place as I went. The sadness was seeping into my chest already, and I didn’t know if I could handle going back to such a black place. I forced a smile to my face as I grabbed the door handle and turned to him while I opened the door.

To my surprise, he was right behind me. “This time, I’m taking you back to your room,” he said, following me into the hallway.

“It’s about time, Frack,” Brian called as soon as the door closed behind us, frustration clear in his voice. “We’re really late now.”

“As usual,” Nick muttered, and I could feel his hand on the small of my back. “I’m just going to walk Mycki back to her room, then I’ll be right back.”

I saw AJ out of the corner of my eye, saw his knowing smirk, and blushed. For Nick, what we’d just done made him a hero. For me, it made me a whore. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“Hurry up, all right?” Howie called from further down the hallway.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick muttered, rolling his eyes down at me and grinning. He took me to the elevator, and I felt a huge sense of relief wash over me when the door closed behind us.

When we reached my room, I turned to him, taking my hand from his, where it had been since we’d gotten in the elevator.

“Thanks, Nick,” I said softly, feeling a sense of relief as I heard movement coming from inside my room. Cammi was awake, which meant I could get back inside.

“Thank you for not leaving,” he said, leaning down to kiss me lightly. “I hope you’ll use that number, Myckaila. I’d love to hear from you again.”

I smiled, trying to force the looming sadness away. “I’ll see what I can do,” I said. “Have a good show tonight, okay?”

He nodded and kissed me again, then headed back to the elevator. I watched him wink as the doors closed on him, then turned and knocked on my door.