Nic's Devotion: An Endless Series: Book One (47 page)

Chapter Forty

Nic

     I was riding the precipice of out of control rage. I
wasn’t kidding when I said I needed someone to hit, but Seth was right in that
I needed to keep it to the field. When I’d seen those assholes surrounding
Carrie, her expression anxious and theirs predatory, I about lost my mind.

     I’d sprinted all out to get to her and Seth had been
right on my heels telling me to hold on to my control because if I got into a
fight I would be suspended from the game this Sunday. That wasn’t what had held
me back from making them all bleed though. No, it had been Carrie’s hand
holding onto my jeans, the thought of her possibly getting in the middle of a
fist fight, But also the memory of how she had reacted the last time she’d seen
blood. Those were the only things keeping me from ripping their heads off. And
I had no doubts I could have taken them all with the level of fury riding me.

     However, knowing that she’d been putting up with this
kind of shit all week was only ramping up my anger. There was no way I could
sit calmly and eat lunch right now, so I pulled Carrie along with me toward my
truck. She remained silent at my side and I hope it was because she understood
how close to the edge I was and not because she was in fear of my anger.

     Opening the door I picked her up and set her in.
Shutting the door with excessive care I walked over and got in the driver’s
seat.

     “Buckle up.” I commanded latching mine. Starting the
truck I pulled out and headed for the house. Both of us were free for the next
two and a half hours and we needed to have an in-depth conversation.

     “Nic?” Carrie spoke up softly.

     “Just give me a little time, Carrie. I’m not mad at you
but I need some time to calm down.” I stated tightly.

     “Okay,” she replied after a brief pause.

     Ten minutes later I parked the truck outside the house,
jumped out, and strode around to the passenger side. Carrie gave me her hand
willingly and I hauled her after me into the empty house and up the stairs.
Dragging her into my room I slammed the door and then pushed her against it
slamming my mouth down on hers, showing just enough restraint that I didn’t
hurt her.

     Carrie didn’t hesitate, she met me full on. Her lips
opened and her tongue tangled with mine fervently. Our hands were all over each
other but it wasn’t enough, I needed more.

     “I need you, Carrie.” I said sucking on her neck.
Hiking her leg up over my hip I pushed my groin into hers feeling the heat of
her arousal through the thin stretchy pants she wore. 

     “Yes, yes, please.” She whimpered raggedly at the same
time moving her hands under my shirt and over my naked chest to lift up my
shirt.

     The next minute consisted of both of us trying to get
the other out of their clothes as quickly as possible. Since Saturday Carrie
and I had been going at it like rabbits, because I couldn’t get enough of her,
and she seemed to feel the same. Before Carrie I’d never really taken it slow
and truly enjoyed sex. It had been all about getting off fast since I never
liked or knew the girls that well to want to stay with them too long.

     With Carrie, I loved taking the time to worship her
body, and I fucking loved it when she worshiped mine.

     However, this moment wasn’t about taking in slow. Right
now I needed to get inside of her as quickly as I possibly could.

     Both our shirts and her bra had been disposed of and I
was working Carrie’s pants and underwear down her legs. Whipping her shoes off
I tossed them over my head along with her clothes. Once she was naked I shot
back up to devour her mouth again. I toed off my sneakers and both of our
fingers scrambled at the fastening of my jeans eventually getting them down
below my hips freeing my painfully hard cock. Carrie bent to slide them all the
way off, but I stopped her.

     “That’s far enough.” I grunted. Bending I put my hands
in between her legs, grabbed her ass, and lifted her up. With her back up
against the door and legs spread wide I looked her straight in the eyes as I
thrust into her, and groaned in ecstasy at the tight, wet feel of her. 

     “Ahhhh.” Carrie’s eyes closed and her head thumped back
against the door. I wasn’t worried that I hurt her; I’d seen the pleasure in
her eyes before she’d closed them.

     Carrie’s mouth was parted panting for breath as I
pulled back my hips and thrust forward again, hard. Her eyes flew open glazed
with bliss as she cried out again. Her hands latched onto my hair and she
jerked me forward attacking my lips feverishly. Way past the limits of my
control I started to pound into her almost violently and distantly heard the
thumping noise as each of my thrusts banged her against the door.

     Carrie was completely at my mercy unable to really move
as I held her aloft, but the things she was doing with her internal muscles
were driving me wild. It was like they sucked my cock in, messaged it, and then
tried to hold on tight not wanting to let go as I pulled back. It was fucking
amazing.

     We had to break away from kissing as breathing became
difficult. Carrie’s head tilted back as she gasped and whimpered in pleasure
continuing to grip my hair tightly. I pressed my forehead to her upper chest
watching the movement of her naked breasts and then moving down to my cock
powering in and out of her.

     I groaned. Fuck! Every time! The tingles of my
impending orgasm zipped down my spine at each glide of my cock inside of her
tight channel. “Carrie, please tell me you’re…”

     I didn’t even have to finish that sentence. Carrie’s
internal walls began to ripple and contract around me pulling my orgasm from me
forcefully.

     “Nic, ahhhh.” Carrie arched into me screaming, her short
nails digging into the back of my neck.

     Gripping her ass tighter I slammed into her as cum
exploded out of me, the pleasure was indescribable. “Shit!” Thrust. “Fuck!”
Thrust. “Carrie!” I thrust one last time and had enough cognitive capacity left
to grind her down on me so I could stimulate her clit giving her one last burst
of pleasure. My vision went hazy and I actually saw stars.

     “Ahh, god…auhh!” She cried and constricted around me
even tighter. I groaned at the increase in pressure, shuddering in
satisfaction. I had to push her into the door as I felt my legs tremble from
the power of my release.

     Awareness came back to me slowly. I had Carrie pressed
between me and the door, her legs draped over my arms, her breasts wetly
plastered to my chest, and I was using all my weight to hold her there so we
wouldn’t fall because I’d spent a significant amount of my energy with that
orgasm. I might have actually worn myself out for practice.

     Carrie’s fingers scrapped up my neck threading through
my hair, and she let out a breathy sigh at the same time constricting around my
spent dick. At least it had been spent. Again, all it needed was the smallest
stimulation from her to get it interested again.

     I made to walk us over to the bed but remembered that
I’d never gotten my jeans off, having been in too much of a hurry. I loathed
the idea of separating from her just to take them off and they were around my
ankles anyway.

     “Hold on, I’m moving us to the bed.” I grunted.
Pressing her tightly to me I slipped both feet out of my jeans and the
movements it took to do this caused some interesting sensations at our
connection. I walked us over to the bed…again, interesting sensations. Sitting
down I scooted us back so I could lay down with her straddling me. She relaxed
on top of me her head on my chest one hand resting on my pectoral the other
playing with my hair. My hand messaged over her back and ass, stroking her soft
hair. We stayed that way silently for a few minutes before she finally spoke.

     “Are you better now?” She asked, stroking over my
chest.

     I’d expelled some of my pent up rage, but no, I wasn’t
really better. I still wanted to find those assholes and make them bloody as
well as any other person that had given her grief. The idea of guys
propositioning her made me killing mad. I hated that she had to deal with any
of this alone, that she had to stick up for herself
all by herself
. I
couldn’t be there most of the time to protect her, it been luck and coincidence
that I’d seen what I had today. 

     Skipping over her question I asked one of my own. “Tell
me they didn’t touch you?” I asked and commanded simultaneously.

     “They didn’t touch me.” She declared firmly.

     I expelled some of my bottled rage, but a great deal of
it was still there. “Has anyone else touched you?”

     “No.” She said.

     Did her ‘no’ sound less firm this time or was it my
anxiety working overtime? “Would you tell me if they had?” I asked.

     She paused minutely before answering which had my
anxiety crackling. Raising her head she looked at me with those hypnotic blue
eyes. “I probably wouldn’t if it was something minor and I’d already handled
it, but if I felt threatened I would. But, Nic, you need to understand that I
need to be able to cope with these altercations myself. You can’t be there to
protect me all the time, and it’s actually helping me as I deal with each
confrontation. You’re always telling me I’m the strongest person you know, but
I’ve never believed it. Now I truly do feel it. I’m standing strong in the face
of everyone’s whispering and pointing.”  

     Pride at her resiliency filled me, but I was also mad
as hell for everything she had to contend with at no fault of her own. The
absolute candor as she answered my question relieved me somewhat, but not
completely. I wanted and needed to know everything she was dealing with so in
some way I could fix it for her…but I also understood that what she said was
true. I couldn’t be with her all the time so she needed to cope with these
situations herself, and knowing that she would come to me if something
significant happened gave me some measure of ease.

     “I’m glad you’re finally seeing the strength I’ve
always seen in you, and the fact that you’re getting stronger is remarkable. I
didn’t think you could impress me more.” I stroked her hair behind her ear.
“Just do me a favor and be aware of your surroundings. Keep to the populated
areas of campus and make sure you’re never alone anywhere.” I said, hugging her
to me. If something ever happened to her…shit, it would kill me. However, first
I’d kill the person that had made the mistake of hurting her.

     I made a note in my head to get her some kind of
emergency whistle. She already had pepper spray, which I was going to make sure
she carried at all times, and she wasn’t fighting me over that cell phone any
longer. She was taking the damn thing.

     “I promise.” Carrie laid her head back on my chest and
her fingers dragged across my nipple sending a sharp arrow of need through me.
My hips jerked reflexively and she compressed around me and this almost made me
forget what else I wanted to say to her.

     “And Carrie, I want you to talk to me when things
become too much for you. You’re not alone this time, I’m here for you.”

     “I don’t want to dump all my problems on you. I have my
therapist now that I can dump all that on.” She replied softly.

     Carrie had informed me she would be seeing a
psychiatrist every other Monday afternoon. Dr. Mathew’s had set it up for her
so she could continue with her therapy. “I’m glad you have that, but I want to
know what’s going on too. We’re partners. I need to know.” I stressed.

     She paused for a moment. “Okay.”

     I gripped her head and lifted it so I could look in her
eyes. “You’re the most important thing in my life, and not knowing what’s going
on in your life leaves me feeling rather helpless and useless. Let’s do this
together, okay?”

     Her eyes glistened brilliantly. “Okay.” She reiterate,
but with more conviction. 

     I kissed her and let her relax back on my chest.
Belatedly, I realized I should have asked her how she was faring after that
round of sex. I’d been rough with her. “I didn’t hurt you with the way I took
you, did I?” I rubbed her back.

     She expelled a huffed laugh. “Uh, no.  It was
actually…quite nice.”

     I smiled at her understated remark. I knew she’d found
that more than nice. Hell, it had been a sexual revelation for me. “Just nice,
huh?” I said trailing my fingers lightly down her back to her ass.

     “Quite nice.” She corrected giggling softy into my
chest. Her inner muscles rippled with her giggles sending more blood to my
dick. She felt it and her laughter switched to a gasp and a wiggle.

      I stroked into her with my burgeoning erection. “I
can’t leave you with ‘quite nice’. It would thoroughly destroy my fragile
self-esteem.” Grabbing her hips I worked them into me, knowing her clit was
getting stimulation from the rubbing.

     Carrie pushed up on her arms just enough to where her
hard nipples grazed my chest as she moved on me. Leaning forward she kissed me
and rolled her hips having learned what she needed to find pleasure. She was
amazing and erotic as fuck to watch. Detaching our lips she scratched her nails
down my chest and abdomen as she sat up. We’d done it this way a few time
because I loved watching her and she loved being in control. And boy did she
take control.

     She lost all inhibition when we made love. After sex
she would revert to being shy, but during she gave me everything. Sitting up on
my lap she worked herself up and down on my cock, her expression sensual and
lost in pleasure.

     I ran my hands over the soft skin of her legs, hips,
belly, finally stopping at her firm breasts. Cupping them I pulled on her
nipples knowing it sharpened her pleasure. Her ‘ahhh’ and the clenching of her
walls confirmed it for me. I really needed them in my mouth though. Sitting up
I swung her legs around my waist and continuing to rock I took each one into my
mouth, sucking and nipping at them. She clasped her arms around my head holding
me there as we rocked and embraced each other. With how much sex I’d had before
there were in fact some positions I’d never tried, and this one of them.
Holding Carrie tightly to me as we rocked each other to an orgasm was
incredible.