The Deal (29 page)

Right on cue her eyes shoot open and she sobs, tugging her hair once again. She is actually quivering on the counter; legs wobbling, chest heaving and pleasure-pain etched over her features. I smirk down at her, licking up her juices from the bullet.

“Craig, please, please let me come. I can't do this. I need to come,” Nic whimpers, and I almost, only almost, give in to her pleading. I always let her have her pleasure, always make sure before I take mine she has at least had an orgasm or two but I also like the fact that I am withholding it from her. I still won't take mine no matter how hard and fucking gagging I am to be inside her sweet pussy.  I shake my head at her and thrust two fingers inside of her. She moans in glee but it doesn’t last long before I take them out and coat my cock in her juices. I tighten my hold on myself and begin to slowly move my hand up and down, teasing not only myself but Nic, who swallows harshly, her eyes fixated on my hand. I let out a moan when I run my thumb over my head, wiping off the pre-cum that's spilled out.

I hand over the bullet to Nic and demand her to sit up. She moves into a sitting position; bullet held tightly in her hand, and her legs spread apart, my body planted between them. I can smell her. Fuck, can I smell her. I groan in pain and she smirks at me. I watch her click the toy on and place the end on one of her nipples. She squeaks out her appreciation and runs a hand down her body, to play with her pussy. I watch in fascination and when she moans in pleasure, I begin my movements back on my cock. We lock eyes, breathing in each other's pleasure, each other's moans and I can clearly see the love and complete fucking pleasure rocketing over her face and in her eyes and I know mine mimic everything she's feeling. I can't take it anymore and I pull her forward, ripping the bullet out of her hand and I thrust deep inside of her wet pussy. We both groan at the feeling of me stretching her and she wraps her legs around mine. I grasp her arse, holding her on the edge of the counter; her hands resting behind her. My thrusting is teasing. I slow down at first, wanting her to feel me everywhere, wanting her to know she belongs to – Me.

We keep our eyes on each other while I speed up. I go rampant, trying to get as deep inside of her as I can. To try to find that fucking g-spot and make her come like a crazy woman.

“Fuck, Craig, baby, I can't take it,” she sobs, and I know she can. I know we have never had this kind of intense sex before but I love knowing that it's so fucking great for her right now. She's tipsy, absolutely dripping around my cock and I’ve stopped her orgasm twice now so she is on high alert and gagging to be pushed to the heavens. I lean across and give her a bruising kiss.

“You are going to come so hard you're going to think it's an out of body experience, Nic. That you've died and you're watching your body shake and quiver with how hard you are coming. That's a fucking promise,” I whisper, grinding myself hard against her clit. She throws her head back, chest out and throws out a cry.

“Baby. Baby, baby, baby,” she chants while I continue to grind myself on her clit, while buried deep inside her. My wife is just a fucking vision and the way she handles her pleasure, it radiates from her, buries deep into her soul and she just lets it all pour out of her, not caring, just wanting to bask in the feeling of being pleasured and if that isn't the most amazing compliment towards me, then what the fuck is? I can't hold back anymore, I need to pound into her, I need to bring myself and Nic to the brink then topple over it. I need to hear her call my name out, writhe in the overbearing shudders that is ultimately going to take over from her orgasm and her face, man, her face, will tip me over too. The way her face scrunches up, the way her mouth hangs open and the panting and groaning and, dammit, the words that pour from her mouth are my savours. And just thinking about what is going to happen in a few minutes makes my eyes glaze over and my imagination run wild. I flip a switch in my head when Nic's eyes gaze into mine and I can see she needs me to give it to her. Give my all to her. And that I can most definitely fucking well do.

“Lie on your back now, Nic,” I growl, feeling the pressure build up and she is down in an instant, legs untangled and dangling on the side of the counter. She grips the edges, moaning, pleading with me to let her come. She's been a good girl, holding back her orgasm and seeing as I'm so fucking close to exploding, I click the bullet to the highest speed, harshly place it on her clit, circling it so I can get her off. She screams, shouts my name over and over and I can feel her muscles beginning to contract and hold my cock in a vice. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I grab onto her thigh to keep me thrusting into her. I watched my wife fall to pieces, wondering just how I managed to get her for real. She looks like she is in heaven; lips parted, cheeks rosy, eyes clenched shut, hair splayed across the counter and she is the most beautiful woman I have set eyes on. Love pours through me and I am determined to push her over the edge. Nic is riding the toy, hips circling the vibrator, needing to push herself over the line and a few more circles and she has me gripped. She's quivering below me. Thrashing while she rides her orgasm out. She's shouting my name, God's name, swear words and I keep pounding into her, knowing it's my turn now. I help her ride it, keep the vibrations going through her and within about 30 seconds another orgasm is reaching her. She chokes back a sob and looks at me.

“Come on, baby, you can do it.” I hoarsely grunt out, trying to keep the rhythm while watching my wife reach her ecstasy. Rocked by another round of pleasure, I feel myself about to come and just at the last moment while Nic is coming down, I pull out and shoot my load over her stomach and tits, shuddering and muttering Nic's name while I stroke myself through my orgasm, turning the bullet off. Nic looks shocked that I just came on her and looks up at my through her lashes. I give her a smirk, looking at the substance glistening on her body. She smirks back and runs a finger through my cum before sucking it into her mouth. I moan at her actions and grip her thighs hard, watching her do it yet again. Jesus Fucking Christ, how did I get this one?

“Mmmm, Craig, you taste so good.” Her voice is all husky and hoarse from her screaming. I'm having a really hard time keeping myself in order, so the only reasonable thing I can do is drag her from her lying position and storm her into the bathroom. My cum sticks to me, but fuck it, she is making me so hard again, licking up my seed from her body and the tick in my jaw is working overtime, my cock is growing hard again and my wife is trying to reach a hand between us to retrieve more salty goodness. I dump her in the shower, climbing in after her. She gives me a sultry look, sucking her finger into her mouth. She closes her eyes and hums her appreciation. I suck in a deep breath and run a shaky hand down my face. She is going to get it once again and I don't care how tipsy she is, my wife is a fucking harlot and I wouldn't trade her for anything. I pull her roughly towards me when her finger leaves her irresistible mouth and I smash my lips to hers. I couldn't give a flying fuck if I can taste myself on her, I need her now. I need her again. I bruise her lips, leaving them swollen when I pull back and she has a dopey look on her face.

“You are way too sexy for your own good. And a fucking tease, Nic,” I hiss out, turning her around and bending her over. She gasps and her hands find the railing. “You are a temptress and one I can't resist. You licking my cum off you? Huge fucking turn on and now I'm going to reward you for being a greedy little girl and eating it all up.”

One hand runs up the inside of her thigh and I can feel her trembling at the touch. I smirk and place an open kiss on her spine which causes tingles to erupt. Her legs are shaking and when my fingers finally reach her pussy, she is still absolutely drench. Saturated. I give myself a few tugs until I am satisfied and as I find her clit, I rub it roughly, explicits shoot from Nic's mouth and are screamed as I slam back inside of her. She grunts out and her head hangs low, her hands turning white from gripping the railing. I wrap one hand around her waist to keep us both steady. I need to come fast, I need to fill her up and empty myself inside her.

My actions become rougher, I’m slamming into Nic. I get tunnel vision and all I can focus on is the utter pleasure of her juices dripping and drenching around my cock. My fingers are digging into her hips, my body is like lightening speed and I can feel the end is near. I can hear Nic moaning below me and I lean forward on her and bite her shoulder. This only makes her shudder and she must like it because her muscles clamp down on me and before I know it she is cursing through another orgasm. I thrust again and again, until I still and feel myself empty inside of Nic. I groan at the satisfaction and slowly thrust through my aftershock before pulling out and twisting Nic around. She looks so sated. She looks completely sexed out but she looks fucking beautiful and flushed and I grin knowing I did this to her. She opens her eyes eventually and smiles up at me.

“Shit, Craig, where the hell did all this energy come from?” she mumbles, falling into my body. I laugh at her actions and wrap my arms around her. One hand reaches forward to turn the shower on and she shrieks as cold water hits us and she smacks my chest.

“Baby, it'll get hot soon enough.” I chuckle, pushing her back under it when it becomes lukewarm. “And my energy is all down to you being completely sexy and irresistible. Don't forget who started this little sex session.”

“It's because I'm drunk and horny and I have now lost count how many orgasms I had. How many, Craig?” She sighs in contentment, letting the water run over her body. I lick my lips, following the beads of water dripping down her. I tear my gaze away before this turns into a full on all-nighter and I help wash her hair instead, thinking of unsexy thoughts to tame my cock.

“Too many to count, sweetheart. Now let's sort you out and put you to bed. You are going to be so hanging tomorrow, and I cannot wait to see your moody arse wake up.” She pouts up at me and gives me a stony gaze but it turns into a hum of pleasure when I begin to massage the shampoo into her hair. Her hands are around my waist and I can't help but feel that this is actually it. This is home. And both my heart and head agree with me on this one.

“I love you so much, Nic. Never forget it,” I whisper, tilting her head back to wash away the soap suds. She opens her eyes briefly to look into mine and she sighs.

“I love you, too, Craig. Like you wouldn't believe.”

Chapter Twenty
Eight

Nic

4.48pm.

12 minutes to go.

I've been counting down the hours until five o'clock since the alarm clock rang out this morning. Turning up to work hungover and then catching up on the copious amount of work I missed last week can suck my dick...hard. How the hell did I even get through lectures hungover? That's right, I didn't. No one tells you how much harder it is to work full-time on a hangover, and it's only Monday.
Why
did I let Kelsie bombard me with glass after glass of wine? Because I am easily influenced around that girl and she is a danger to my well-being. Craig wasn't exactly sympathetic this morning, laughing at me walking around like a frigging zombie penguin (I am so sore), only handing me two tablets and water and gave my arse a slap before leaving me to my own devices so he could go off and shout at pupils for the day.

I hauled my arse into work and sat at my desk at 8.58am. And for the last however many hours I have been sat at my laptop, it's been way too long. I've spent my day emailing back my clients, drawing up campaigns and messaging Jamie despite the fact he is accessible over the other side of the room. I'm just too damn lazy to get up and see him. Although he did come and see me during lunch, where we spoke about last week. He caught me out on calling in sick. Okay, that was my fault. I asked him what he was on about when he asked if I was feeling better as I wasn't ill.              

Reminder to Nic: Remember the lies you tell.

So I had to tell him about Craig and I, and I apologised for using him as an excuse when I went to see Craig's dad. He told me how his parents loved Tammy and that he loved her, too. He’s already told her, while they walked along the seafront. There is just something about that beach that makes everyone spill their guts! But I'm glad that Tammy and Jamie have one another. Tammy has kissed a lot of frogs and she found her Prince, finally, in Clark Kent. And I couldn't think of anyone better for her.

I do one last check on my campaigns, making sure everything is running smoothly, before watching the clock tick, tick tick. By the time it hits five o'clock, I shut down my laptop, grab my belongings and peg it out of the office, shouting a goodbye to everyone.

Man, I need to get home, now.

I speed home in my little green car, wondering just how the hell I managed to get there in one piece. My bed is yearning for me, calling for me to climb into it and never get out, well until tomorrow morning that is. I push myself up the flight of stairs, sighing in utter tiredness as I spot the front door. I drag myself towards it and close my eyes in glee when I find it open. It means I don't have to find my keys in my Mary Poppins' bag. I close it delicately behind me because although my hangover is almost gone, I am just so tired and I want quiet. But quiet is not what I get when I walk through the hallway and into the living room. Craig is planted to the couch and my mother is screaming over him. His face is in pure shock and he looks terrified. His eye flicker to mine and relief floods his face. His eyes beg to me stop my mother, to stop her screaming obscenities in his face and I feel my blood boiling at the utter rudeness that is my mother, just coming in here and unleashing on my husband. I drop my bag to the floor and scream.