The door of Mara's bedroom squeaked just a bit as I snuck out, stopping to make sure her breathing didn't change. As I went to close her door, I thought I heard the little brat whisper a "Have fun," at me, but I could have been wrong. My heart was in my throat and I felt sneaky, traipsing through the house at night like I was.
But that was all part of the fun. I managed to step over the creak in the old wooden board outside my bedroom door. My heart jerked as I heard my father, in his room down the hall, snort and then start snoring again. I listened for a minute. Daddy's snoring always made me feel safe. As long as I could hear that, nothing bad could happen to me.
Now here I was breaking their trust, sneaking into my pretend boyfriend's bedroom at night. I opened the door to my old room, stepping over the threshold before I even looked at the bed. The door closed with an audible click and I almost swallowed my tongue, waiting to get caught. When I moved away from the door and to my bed, I could have swallowed it again. "Holy hell," I breathed.
Nicky was asleep, the covers pushed down to his waist, his bare chest exposed. My hands itched to touch him and I had to stop myself from panting. He had a tiny line of chest hair in the small dip between his nipples. It trailed down to his navel, growing thicker as it went underneath the covers. Without conscious effort, I reached out, wanting to stroke that hair just once, to see if it were as soft as it looked. My fingers traveled down that small path, pausing at his navel to gather confidence before pushing under the covers.
Nicky groaned, his legs shifting, pulling the covers further down. He was wearing boxers, the waistband pulled away from his lean stomach by the healthy-looking tent in the front. As my hand traveled further, under that waistband, I heard him gasp and whisper my name, moving just a bit in his sleep.
Hearing my name gave me the confidence I needed. I slipped into the bed with him, carefully lying against his chest. My head seemed to find its own resting place and I snuggled close. He moved toward me and I found myself wrapped in his arms.
"Kenna," he whispered again, his eyes still closed, those amazingly black, thick lashes resting against his cheeks. His mouth moved closer and then covered mine and a low moan was torn from me, my hands lifting to his hair, digging my fingers in to keep him from leaving me.
I loved the feel of his lips, the masculine firmness, the satiny softness as he parted mine, his tongue pushing inside, driving me mad. He tasted of toothpaste and of Nicky, a sexy taste that I never wanted to be without. I let my own eyes close as he pulled me even tighter against him, his hands roaming over my body, pulling almost angrily at my pajamas.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were open, staring down at me. "I can't believe you came," he whispered, his hand stroking my cheek.
"I haven't... not yet, anyway," I smirked, trying to rid him of the serious mien.
"Bad joke, Kenna, really bad joke," he said, but he chuckled anyway. "We'll have to see what we can do about that."
His hands found the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, tossing it on the floor on the far side of the bed. I felt a strange kind of shyness, covering my naked breasts with my hands and glancing away from him.
"Is this the same woman who just came in here and fondled me when she thought I was sleeping?" he asked me softly, his mouth pressing tiny kisses in the small hollow under my ear and along my jaw line.
"You were awake?!" I put my hand against his chest as he made to kiss me again.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"And miss having this little hand in my pants?" He lifted the hand covering my breasts, kissing my palm before laying it gently against his shoulder. "God, you're so beautiful, Kenna." His voice grew husky, deeper. "You don't know how many nights I've dreamt of having you like this. I was so jealous of Steven. I wanted to kill him for what he'd done to you." His hand cupped one soft, fragile mound, sliding around my skin until I arched, pushing my hard nipple into his palm.
"What do you mean, for what he did to me?" I whispered, almost as enthralled by the feel of his hand on my skin as I was by the words he was saying.
"He hurt you. Not only did he stomp on your heart, he took a huge chunk of your self-confidence along with it. I hated to see that. He wasn't worth a single tear that you shed, but watching you draw into yourself, watching you lose faith in yourself, I think that was worse."
It was a strange conversation to have while we were in bed together, wrapped around each other. His voice was low-pitched and soft. It was somehow vastly more intimate than his hand on my breast, his fingers pulling on my nipple, though that was having an effect as well.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asked softly, bending and sliding his lips over mine before I could answer. "How sexy you are?" He lifted his head, scooting lower in bed so that he could reach more of my flesh. "Men stare at you constantly, Kenna. It drives me crazy to see them watching you when I want you for myself."
He lifted my breast to his mouth. My thoughts instantly went blank when his lips wrapped around my nipple, suckling on me. I arched, a low, keening cry escaping my mouth. "Nicky," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his back as he lay between my thighs.
"Yes baby, I'm here," he moaned. He moved his head and I realized that I'd dug my hands into his hair. I drew him back to my breast, holding my breath until the fiery-heat of his mouth enclosed my nipple once more. My heart was beating frantically.
Pleasure was tugging at my womb as he tugged on my nipple with his teeth. I could feel it gathering, the storm of my climax, growing stronger with every touch of his mouth, of his hand upon my skin. I was going up in flames and he hadn't done much more than play with my breasts.
"God, Nicky, you're going to make me come if you keep that up," I managed to pant, my voice so husky it sounded nothing like me. My hips moved against his stomach, searching for something to give me the friction I craved.
I felt his palm flat against my stomach, my muscles tensing as he pressed it under the band of my pajamas, his fingers sliding into my pussy. I knew he could feel how wet I was, how needy. I felt a blush suffuse my cheeks. When he pushed one finger inside of me, I heard his low groan.
"You're so tight, baby," he whispered. "I want to be inside you."
"Yes, please," I begged softly, making him laugh.
"So polite. What a turn on."
I managed to grab the waistband of his boxers with my toes, pushing them down until they got caught where his knees met the bed. He lifted one leg at a time while I pushed them all the way off, grabbing them between my toes to bring them to my hand. When I drew the thin material out from under the covers, Nicky chuckled.
"You do have the strangest talents, baby," he teased. With a small grunt, he pushed down my pajama pants, taking the thong I wore with them. Teasing my other nipple with his fingers, he rose above me. "Are you sure about this?"
"Are you having second thoughts?" I asked, needing to know his answer.
"About you and me? No, never that. I just don't want you waking up tomorrow and feeling like this was the biggest mistake of your life." He groaned because I had captured the length of his dick in the palm of my hand, stroking him gently, each pull bringing him closer to where I wanted him.
"Do I look like I'm going to regret this in the morning?"
"But will you respect me?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Why should I? I don't now."
"Hey," he groaned, feeling the head of his cock pushing into my wet, hot flesh. "I guess I can live with that." He pushed further, stretching me, giving me all the time I needed to grow used to his possession.
It was a possession, one that I couldn't fight even if I had wanted. Nick had been my constant companion, my best friend, my confidante. He'd helped me with everything after the disaster of a wedding. No job had been too small for him. He even helped address the thank you cards I still insisted on sending out, along with the gifts I had to return.
Nicky had been there with me, making me smile, bringing me little gifts to make my day easier, acting his goofy self. Now here was this man, this almost-stranger with Nicky's face bringing me so much pleasure. It was stunning.
