Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (11 page)

I felt his hands reach down my back and unhook my bra. He slid it off and pushed my hands away so he could discard it on the pile. His hands slid down to my breasts and he wrapped his hands over them, teasing my hard nipples. Ripples of delight tripped through my still-relaxing body and started to walk me back up Orgasm Mountain.

I wasn’t letting him off that easy. He was trying to distract me with his ministrations on my breasts, but I was too intent on him. Apparently too distracting too, since just a moment later he took his hands off my breasts and put his hand in my hair, drawing little circles on my scalp. Just like I’d done to him. It certainly had the effect on me I’d hoped it had on him: chills. Wonderful, sensual chills.

I put my hands just at the top of his thighs and ran my fingers gently on the skin by the joint of his leg towards his sac. He trembled and I brushed the fingers further, playing over the skin. This time he gasped and I became bold, grabbing his sac carefully in one hand. All the while I was still moving him in and out of my mouth, playing with him with my tongue, licking and sucking.

When I squeezed him ever so gently, I felt his shaft twitch in my mouth. His fingers wound into my hair, and he groaned my name. It merely encouraged me to keep going, pulling him deeper. I scraped my teeth along his length ever so lightly and his whole body convulsed.

“Don’t stop, kitten. Don’t stop.” His breath was ragged and staccato. I was thrilled I could get him to respond like this.

His erection convulsed between my lips; he was almost there. I scraped up one more time and squeezed gently. He yelped and pulled himself out of my mouth, wrapping a hand around himself. He didn’t have to do anything to hit his climax. He exploded with a loud grunt of satisfaction and his cum splashed out onto my chest. I shoved his hand out of the way and finished him off, a few more splashes landing on my chest and breasts.

I looked up at him, disappointed. “But I wanted to taste you.”

He was breathing hard and it took him a moment to catch his breath to answer me in a coherent form. “Not this time, kitten. I want to prove to you I’m clean.”

“Because I didn’t just have my mouth all over your dick?” I raised my eyebrow.

“I want to prove it.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was one hundred percent statement and he wasn’t going to hear anything else I said about the matter. He pushed me back on the bed and motioned me to slide up and get comfortable. “I get to clean your tits now anyway. Bonus for me.”

“Oh, that sounds more like a bonus for me,” I corrected.

“Wait here.” He smiled and trotted over to the bathroom.

And there was the view that was going to be
my
undoing: that
ass.

Oh. Dear God. Pert, tight, firm, round. I wanted to nibble on it, and caress it. Maybe a light smack again. He was perfection. I saw the small tattoo again, and I still couldn’t make it out. I felt myself frown as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Why had he been so insistent on not letting me taste him? I was probably one of the minority of women on the planet who would tell you they loved the taste of man’s climax on their tongue. It had been a very long time since I’d tasted it and I wanted it to be his. Fangirl was pouty, but the rational side of me knew there had to be a reason. I had to remember we hadn’t even known each other a full day yet, not as more than a fangirl and her crush. I really hoped this was going to last a lot longer and I could find out more about him.

Dr. Nicholas Dovadsky was fascinating.

Also, unbelievably sexy as he reappeared in the door and started walking towards me. Narrow waist, perfect male ‘v’ pointing to that lovely piece of anatomy I had recently enjoyed. That six-pack belonged in a jug band, and wonderfully defined pecks topped with sensitive nipples I wanted to sink my teeth into.

Why would this perfect male specimen be interested in a chub like you
?

Aaaaand there it was.

I shoved the thought back as far as I could, as hard as I could and just concentrated on the beautiful man walking towards me.

Nick climbed onto the bed with me, holding a wet cloth. He started to clean himself off my chest. The warm washcloth felt wonderful traveling over my skin and I realized he was doing that on purpose. He ran his hand down and wiped down around my breast and pinched the nipple as he passed by. I let out a little gasp as he grinned wickedly. He worked his way over to the other side and delightedly wiped that breast gently as well, pinching again as he passed by.

He tossed the washcloth over his shoulder, generally at the bathroom, and lowered his head to my nipple as his now free hand came up to start plumping the other. “Morgan.” It was a whisper as he started to suckle and worship me. He had no particular reason to feast on me like this, but it felt so wonderful to have his mouth and hands all over me—I just lay back on the pillows and enjoyed what he was enjoying.

Then, I felt his other hand trailing south, and the trail to the top of Climax Mountain started to get a little more exciting. I pulled my legs apart and his hand dipped down and in and found my now-rested clit. He didn’t move his finger over it, but pressed gently a few times.

I was never going to think of elevator buttons the same again.

“Nick, please,” I said, running my hand through his hair.

“Please what, kitten?” his words once again rumbling through my breast.

“Get inside me.” I grabbed his shaft, wrapping my hand around it. He was just starting to get hard again, and I helped him along with a few long, languorous strokes. Didn’t take much really; he must’ve been keen on the idea to begin with.

“I think I can do that. Though I really don’t want to leave your gorgeous tits alone.”

“They won’t be lonely long, I think.”

“I think you’re right.” He reached for the box on the stand and pulled out one of the packages. He handed it to me. “Do the honors?”

“I’d love to.” I ripped the foil open, rolling it on to his length.

As I did, Nick caressed my hand and watched me. “Do me a favor, kitten?”

“Name it.”

“Keep a few of these in your purse so we don’t have to worry?”

I nodded, but I made a note of it. To twice make a fuss over protection made me curious. I liked that he was concerned and he was planning more little trysts with me, but now I was wondering why.

I finished the task in my hand and I guided him down to my entrance. He nudged against me before sinking inside, he lowered his lips to mine. He spoke against them, his breath delightfully hot. “Is this what you’re waiting for?”

“I want you, in me, now.” I jerked up and caught his lips in a hard kiss that didn’t take long to turn into a melding of our tongues. I could kiss this man all day. He, however had a different idea and sunk himself into me. I released his mouth with a gasp. “Oh, yes.” I hissed the word.

“It wasn’t my imagination.” Nick started to move in and out of me slowly and carefully. “You really do feel as good as that.”

“So do you.” I smiled, and kissed him hard. “Faster.”

“Mm, no problem.”

He was easily convinced, and quick to respond. He lasted in missionary for about fifteen seconds; he leaned up, straightening himself and grabbing my legs to rest my feet on his shoulders. He smiled down at me as the feeling of his shaft inside changed completely.

“You’ll find I’m not one for the same old same old.” He wrapped his hands around my ankles and started driving himself into me. “Oh, damn. Those tits, kitten. Look at them move with you.”

I could feel what he meant. They were moving almost in slow motion as he moved in me. Everything just felt so wonderfully wanton. He pressed my ankles down into me, and I grabbed them to hold them there. I slid my legs apart and he was suddenly down at my breasts again. He licked and nibbled and I watched him as he tried to completely consume them.

I was blasted most of the way up Climax Mountain when he bit one of them. I nearly screamed, and I felt a flood of wet released. “Do that again,” I cried. “Please, do it again.” Nick groaned loudly in agreement and moved to the other nipple. He clamped down on that one and bit it as well. He drove his tongue over it and bit again.

“Fuck, Nick, I’m going to come.”

He pulled his head up. “Not without me,” he said.

He slowed his assault on me, but I wasn’t really keen on that idea. I reached for him, and my fingers found his nipples. “Let’s get on the same time table here.” I pinched him sharply with my nails.

“Crap!” He jerked. “Oh, crap. Again. Do that again!”

I did so, happily. The hard beads of his nipples were just perfect for a solid pinch. So I grabbed them and squeezed. He was caught so much off guard that he lost his rhythm for a moment. Ha- I’d caused Nick D to lose the rhythm. Win for sex-crazed fangirl!

That lasted about five seconds. He found himself and start sliding in and out again. I could see he really liked what I was doing to his nipples. I started alternating my assault on him, right and left, hard and soft. He closed his eyes and started panting hard. “I’m coming. Don’t stop.” He lowered his head to my breasts again and returned his attention to my beaded peaks.

This was too much. I could feel every part of my body winding up and my legs started shaking under him. I wrapped my legs around that perfect ass and goaded him on, pulling him in closer. “Make me come, make me come.” It was a chant at this point, and he complied a heartbeat later. His teeth sunk hard into my breast and the whole dam burst. “Yesss!”

Every part of my body contracted hard and my mind spiraled out of reality, riding the hard waves of pleasure he sent through me. Delirious, I pulled and pinched his nipples as hard as I could. Somewhere beyond my present state I heard him hit his orgasm, too. “Oh,
fuck
, Morgan!” He slammed into me and held himself for a moment, then repeated it three more times. Slam and pause. On the third one, the tide in my brain ebbed enough for me to start to not just see stars, and he reappeared above me.

Total ‘O’ face, eyes clenched shut and all. Absolutely perfect. He continued to move his hips, drawing out my climax bit by bit. He started to slow and gentle himself, and opened his eyes to look at me. He took a few hard breaths, then dropped to my mouth and kissed me, languishing slowly over my tongue and lips.

“Oh, kitten,” he whispered.

“Thank you sir, may I have another?” I managed.

He laughed. “I simply do not have it in me.”

“No, you have it in me,” I teased. I wiggled my hips and felt him starting to withdraw. “Well done. Round two, Nick, by technical climax.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He lowered himself to bed next to me, leaving me feeling empty, but so, so wonderfully exhausted. “I’d like to thank Primanti, Trojan and Hanes Her Way pantyhose for this honor.” He kissed my cheek.

“I have to shower.” It was a lazy mumble.

“Why’s that?”

I glanced over at him. “Because can you imagine what my brand new boss is going to think of me if I show up smelling like wet sex and the witness?”

“You do so paint a picture.” He rolled so I could sit up. “Want company?”

I looked over the bathroom. “Is that a standard shower?” He nodded. “Then no. I want to have sex with you in a huge shower and no condoms.” I looked back him. “Make it so.”

“Aye, captain.” He saluted me.

“Also, never salute me like that. I only want one thing of yours at attention.”

“You are a little minx, aren’t you?”

“Too much time around the dirty birds at the club.” I stood from the bed and headed for the bathroom, stopping half way there, staring at the television. “Spongebob.” I turned back to him. “Spongebob? We just had sex to Spongebob?!”

He peered around me. “Well, look at that. It was a commercial when I clicked it on.”

“You have tainted the Sponge for me from this day forward.”

“Mmph. Worth it.” He grinned.

I continued to the bathroom and when I was just inside I peeked back out at him on the bed. “I’m also hungry.”

“Worked up an appetite?”

“What would ever give you that idea?”

I closed the door for a moment of privacy, then hopped in the shower. I really did smell like sex, since he had been all over me earlier. I wet my hair and heard the door open as I was lathering up the shampoo.

“Kitten?” Nick walked in and shut the door. “I didn’t give you a chance to answer me before. Would you let me pick you up from your lecture tonight? Wine you and dine you. Somewhere much nicer than Red Lobster.”

“I’d like that.” He couldn’t see the blinding grin on my face in the shower.

“You should go back to your house and get one of your sexy nighties to wear.”

It was like losing the Showcase Showdown. “I don’t... I don’t have any sexy nighties.”

It was quiet. “Why not?”

“Nick, it’s been years,” I said. “And when I was with Peter, there was no lingerie. He just liked me naked in my panties.”

He grunted, and I heard him grumbling. “Stop it. We don’t have time.”

He was addressing his penis. It clearly had a mind of its own. Of course, my lady bits were suddenly of the same mind. “Nick, maybe you could find me a robe or bring my clothes in here. We’re not going to get back to work on time if you don’t leave.”

“Good idea.” He slipped out the door, and I finished my shower.

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N
adines
: What?! No fucking way!

Nadines
: You utter bitch. You put me on airplane.

MorganaLeFey
: Oops. Completely forgot this was on airplane.

Nadines
: Where the hell were you?! It’s been 4 hours since your last text.

MorganaLeFey
: Nooner.

Nadines
: What now?

MorganaLeFey
: Scroll up and read it again.

Nadines
: You had a nooner? FOR 4 HOURS?

MorganaLeFey
: No.

Nadines
: Whew.