Chapter 5
Allie and Nic sat down to a dinner of salad and chicken marsala over angel hair pasta. Allie was indeed impressed with Nic's culinary skills, as well as his ability to pair the wine with the meal. It was meals like this that made her happy that she wasn't one of those girls who went out on dates and either date salad or just picked at their food and pushed it around their plate. Since he cooked, she offered to help clean up, and began clearing the dishes off the table and bringing them into the kitchen. Since she was washing, Nic offered to help her dry, and they quickly banged out the task. They then returned to the living room area, and sat on the couch with their wine. Nic had put some 1940's jazz on before dinner, and it quietly played in the background.
Allie wanted to know more about his career, so he told her about the various bands he had played in since he was a kid. He had been with his current band, Breakaway, for three years, as their lead singer and guitarist. He told her about the recording process, and how if all went well, there was a possibility they may do some touring this summer.
"Will you play something for me and sing to me?" she asked coyly.
"Sure," He stood and took both her hands in his, leading her to the piano. She sat on the bench with him. Allie put one leg up on the bench and turned to face him. Nic started playing the keys, and Allie watched his fingers move across the ivories. He played with a grace and skill of a seasoned veteran. As she watched him, she wished she were the keys he so elegantly played. She suddenly wanted his fingers splayed all over her body. And, then he looked towards her and began to sing:
Allie was just mesmerized. His voice was smooth and soothing. She had closed her eyes and just gotten lost in it. Music had always been an outlet for her, a release. She could blast her stereo and let all the tension drain away, but as soothing as his voice was, Nic had caused a world full or sexual tension for her, and she was fighting to keep control, unconsciously gripping the piano bench so tight that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn't even realized when Nic stopped playing.
"Al...Allie?"
"Hmmm..." she replied as she slowly opened her eyes, as if she had just awoken from a long nap.
"Are you there?" Nic looked at her questioningly.
"Hmmm, yeah, no, I'm here, I was just absorbed in it, that's all. That was beautiful"
"Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, as he placed his hand on hers and locked their fingers together. His touch provoked the tension she was already feeling, as their eyes met, and she was done for. Slowly their faces inched toward one another until their lips just barely brushed once, twice, until she took the kiss deeper. Her tongue probed Nic's mouth, and he graciously opened to accommodate her demand. His hands slid up to her neck, entangling his fingers in her long, auburn hair, to bring her even closer to him. Allie slid her hands up his hard chest to his shoulders, as she wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. After a few moments, she rose to her knees on the bench, and straddled him, never breaking their kiss.
Nic moaned into her mouth. He was turned on before, but to now having her in his lap, pressing into his hardening dick, and pinned between himself and the piano, brought on a deeper yearning. His thoughts went back to his cock, and the thin material of her sundress and the denim of his jeans being the only things separating him from her pussy. He moaned again and pushed her back against the piano, forcing her to arch her back. He began alternating kisses and licks down her neck to her collarbone.
Allie was in complete and total ecstasy. He was a phenomenal kisser, but the feel of his hot tongue on her skin had her getting damper by the moment. She moaned as he went across her collarbone, back up her neck, and began to nibble on her ear. He then slid his hands down to her breasts, and gently began kneading them, applying the slightest pressure to her nipples.
"Oh my god, that feels fantastic she said, as she leaned back against the piano further, arching her back even more, and jutting her breasts out farther into his hands. She then locked her legs around his waist for added leverage, and tightened her grip on his hair.
Nic ran his hands down her sides and under her to cup her ass. He rose from the bench, with Allie firmly locked around his waist, and walked her to the couch. He broke the kiss as he placed her gently on the couch, her hair disheveled from his hands, and her lips swollen from his mouth. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt, and frantically tugged it free from his jeans. Allie then pulled him down so he was kneeling over her, and began running her tongue across his tanned chest and sculpted abs. She stopped at his right nipple, sucking it and gently biting him. Nic growled in his throat, and grew even harder. He leaned into her, and went back to work on her neck and ear. Allie stripped his shirt from his strong shoulders, and let it slide to the ground. She ran her hands all over his back, digging her nails into his back muscles. She then gently raked them from his back to his abs, and found his belt buckle.
As Allie began undoing Nic's belt, he was suddenly brought back to reality. Whoa, he thought. I really like this girl, I don't want this to be some onetime thing, and I don't wanna fuck this up. He pulled back from Allie, and sat up, his hands going to hers at his waist and removing them from his belt. He placed them back into her lap, and stood up from the couch.
"What's wrong?" she asked, out of breath.
Nic ran his hand through his hair. "We can't do this."
Allie was confused at this point. "Why not?"
He looked down at her on his couch, in all her beauty, just waiting to be taken. And, he went back to his earlier thought about how he was already falling in love with her. "We just can't," he replied. He reached down for his shirt, and looked at her, seeing the uncertainty on her face. "Why don't you get your things, and I'll drive you home."
Allie felt as if she was just punched in the gut. Two seconds ago, they were all over each other, and now, he wanted her to leave. She shook her head, and looked at him, as he stood there, buttoning up his shirt. She rose from the couch, straightened out her dress, slipped her shoes, back on, and said, "Don't bother."
