Boyfriend for Hire(36)
My fingers tangle in her hair and my lips find hers as her hand moves over my aching dick. My balls tighten, and I’m somehow already close.
“God, Nic,” she murmurs, one small palm pressing against my abs. “I need you.”
I reach over to the bedside table and pull a condom from the top drawer. I get tested regularly, and I’m sure Elle is clean too, but the fact that she doesn’t know about my past or what I do for a living . . . it makes me feel like I shouldn’t expose her to anything she doesn’t know about. Quickly unwrapping it, I roll it over my length.
Warning bells ring in my head. Part of me knows I should stop this, but the other part, the primal part of me who wants to fuck her into next week, knows that’s no longer possible.
Sliding her down on the bed, I align my hips with hers and place a pillow under her hips. Elle watches me with wide, curious eyes, and a pretty flush colors her cheeks.
“You sure you want this?” I ask, touching her hip with my fingertips as my other hand squeezes the base of my cock to calm myself the fuck down.
“So much. Now, come here.”
She opens her arms to me, beckoning me forward, and I obey, aligning myself with her warm, wet center as our chests touch.
I push myself inside her, just the tip, watching her face for any trace of pain. “Is this okay?”
She opens her eyes to look at me, her brows scrunched together, out of pain or pleasure, I can’t tell. She nods, brushing a few stray hairs from her forehead with her fingers. “Don’t stop.”
I slowly enter her again, savoring every warm, velvety inch of her. Elle moans, and I let out a long breath when my hips meet hers. Totally filling her.
Fuck.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
With one hand on the bed to support myself, I place the other under her neck, pulling her face to mine. We kiss as I move over her in deep, even strokes, the pressure building in me with each thrust.
I watch as Elle’s expression changes, lust filling her features. Every single thing she’s feeling is written all over her face, and I love seeing it happen.
I can feel myself getting close, but I don’t want this to end, so I briefly withdraw and roll onto my back, pulling Elle on top of me. Within moments, I enter her again, my cock growing somehow stiffer at the way her breasts bounce.
Placing my hands on her hips, I guide her movements, pulling her down hard each time I thrust up. I maneuver my hand so I can rub her clit with my thumb, and the sensation drives her crazy.
She throws her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and her perfect hourglass figure is the best sight I’ve ever seen. Her breathing becomes ragged, her chest heaving, and I can tell she’s getting close by the way her body tightens around me.
Pressure builds behind my cock again, but this time, instead of backing off, I thrust harder, pumping into her faster than before. I need to make her come for me again.
Suddenly, she’s clenching around me, crying out as she comes, and it’s just enough to make me follow her over the edge. Elle clutches my biceps, her eyes falling closed as her climax washes through her. Finally, her body relaxes and she collapses on top of me, the feel of her skin on mine even better than before.
We stay that way for a few moments, our bodies entwined, our chests rising and falling together. I’ve never felt closer to another person, never felt more connected, more in tune. If any part of me tried to deny it before, there’s no denying it now.
I’m in trouble. Great, big, fucking, wonderful trouble.
Chapter Seventeen
Elle
We’re lying side by side in his bed, and there’s no place on earth I’d rather be.
“Wow,” Nic says, propping himself up on an elbow. “That was . . .”
“Worth the wait?” I ask, looking up at him with a grin.
His eyes meet mine, and he caresses my cheek with his thumb. “Definitely worth the wait.”
He leans down and kisses me gently on the forehead before rolling over.
“Do you need any water?” he asks, standing and stretching.
Biting my lip, I admire the muscles in his back as they flex. Every time I look at him, it’s like he gets even sexier.
“That’d be great, actually, thanks,” I say, leaning back against the pillows.
“I figured after all that moaning, your throat might be a little dry.” He smirks, pulling on a pair of shorts.
I snort and throw one of his pillows at him. He laughs as he leaves the room, and I slide back down underneath the covers, still not ready to leave my post-sex haze.
When Nic doesn’t come back right away, I get curious. I slip into an oversized T-shirt I find in his closet and head into the living room, wondering what could have distracted him. I notice that the bathroom light is on, and I see Nic bending over the tub.
“Wait, don’t look yet,” he says quickly when he sees me coming in, but it’s too late. Nic has set up a bath, complete with candles and rose-scented bubble bath.
I can’t believe it. This is more than anyone’s ever done for me. “What’s all this?”
“It’s for you,” he says, putting his hands on my shoulders.
I pause for a moment as he lights the final candle, still more than a little stunned at how thoughtful he is. “Did you grow up in a romance novel or something?”