“Nick…”
Kalilah moaned when he pulled her other nipple between his teeth and teased it with the tip of his tongue. He felt her body tighten around him; she was close. He slid his fingers up her back and gripped her shoulders to hold her in place.
“You taste…sweet,” he said while trying to catch his breath. “What is it?”
Kalilah smiled down at him. She kissed his forehead, his cheek, and then his nose. She hovered over his lips.
“Care to guess?” She pecked his lips but didn’t retreat. Nick listed his previous guesses while she shook her head no. “Birthday cake.”
Nick moaned. That was the sexiest thing anyone had ever done for him. He closed the distance between their mouths, kissing her with all the gratitude he felt. He savored the taste of her lips, loving the way the wine on her tongue mixed with the birthday cake flavoring on his. She tried to resume her movement, but he held her in place. She rebelled by squeezing him with her Kegel muscles.
“That’s literally and figuratively the sweetest thing you could have done, but you forgot one thing.” She looked at him confused. “Baby, I’m greedy and you know how the saying goes...”
He shifted their position and laid her on her back. He moved down her body placing errant kisses on his way. Kalilah tried to sit up when she realized his intentions. Nick held her in place.
“I want to eat my cake, too.”
Nick ran his tongue along her slit, loving how she shivered. Her scent comingled with his, and he loved how they merged together, making a unique aroma that belonged to them. Their scent.
Nick delved deeper, sticking his tongue inside her as far as he could. He tasted her, swirling his tongue around inside of her and moving it in and out of her body. She moaned his name, and her thighs parted further. Impatient, Nick pushed her right leg over the top of the sofa and pushed the left one off. Her foot rested on the concrete. He parted her folds with his index and middle finger and licked her clit with broad strokes like he was licking an ice cream before pushing the two fingers inside of her.
Her wet heat gripped him like a vice, and his dick throbbed. His heart was pounding, and his blood was roaring in his ears; she always made him feel like he was running a marathon. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, swiping up and down then left to right while he massaged her inner walls with his fingers.
Kalilah’s skin was flushed with desire. Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip was pulled between her perfect teeth. She arched her back and began teasing her nipples with her hands. Fuck. She was beautiful. Nick could watch her forever, but his body protested. Nick turned his fingers upward and rubbed her inside in a “come here” motion while continuing his assault on her clit with his tongue. He needed her to cum hard and soon. Kalilah’s entire body stiffened. Jackpot. Nick blew on her clit and sucked it into his mouth before releasing it with a popping sound; he rubbed the spot insider her again.
“Oh fuuuck!” she yelled before her body started to shake violently in what looked to Nick like a very powerful orgasm.
Her walls clenched his fingers, and his jealous dick ached to rejoin the party. Her yells were of a woman caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, and Nick was again thankful
that he didn’t have neighbors. In that moment, he decided to call his realtor first thing on Monday to purchase all the surrounding lots to ensure they remained empty. His need for her multiplied, and he thought he would die if he didn’t get back inside of her. Kalilah had other plans.
She smiled mischievously. “Thanks, Nick. That was great.” She stretched and yawned dramatically. “I’m off to bed now.”
She tried to roll off the couch, but Nick moved quicker. He had her bent over the couch and before she could process what he was doing, he’d gripped an ass cheek in each hand and thrust into her with one smooth stroke. White hot pleasure nearly buckled his knees. The sound she made, a mix of surprise and desire, made him harder. Nick pulled all the way out and thrust back in harder. He pushed her hair off her neck and kissed and nibbled at her nape. He licked the shell of her ear before whispering.
“I’m. Not. Done.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.
His body was on fire for her, and it almost burned him alive. He thrust into her over and over again desperately seeking the release that only she could give him. The sound of their skin slapping together urged him on. His cells celebrated every time they made contact.
“Nick…” she sputtered. “This…is…my favorite,” she moaned helplessly. “Position.”
Her orgasm caught him off guard; his body tensed, and his seed spilled inside of her. He rested his head on her back feeling boneless and sated. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight and never wanted to let her go. The only thing left was to make her believe it.
Chapter 22
K alilah looked around, taking in the picturesque streets of San Francisco. She used to binge watch Monk and always wanted to see the city for herself. Admittedly, she’d pictured herself being in San Francisco for a girl’s trip or on vacation with a love interest. Love interest. Her chest constricted. It had been four days since she’d seen Nick. She felt a pang of regret for sneaking out the next morning while Nick was in the shower.
She had needed to get out of the sex bubble he’d created. The marketing emergency Andrew texted her about was the perfect excuse to jump ship. With the age of technology and the fact that they were adults, leaving a note was tacky. He deserved a better goodbye the day after his birthday, but she didn’t have the mental energy. It was only a matter of time before her feelings would be too powerful to hide.
Kalilah was committed to not being a complete ass to Nick. His asshole of an ex-friend made him edgy. She kept all correspondences short in hopes that he didn’t notice that she was in fact avoiding him. She eyed the colorful townhouses that lined the leaning streets with the same amount of interest that she would watch paint dry. She was supposed to be taking selfies in front of trollies, eating Rice-A-Roni, and trying to find Davey Havok. Instead, she was moping and so far into her feelings, she needed a Fireman’s ladder to climb out. Kalilah took a deep breath to calm her inner turmoil before she saw her team again.
Her poor team had been yelled at more in the last few days than in the entire time she’d worked at Sinclair Enterprises. Kalilah could see the fear and trepidation when they approached her, and she hated it. They’d never had issues coming to her for advice; now they all preferred to be anywhere else except with her. She sighed and promised herself that she would buy them all steak and lobster dinners. And if she didn’t improve, or if she got worse, spa packages. They probably huddled together after work at the nearest happy hour lamenting on how the “boss” needed to get laid. She huffed. It was the opposite issue. She was being laid too damn well. Kalilah snorted in disbelief, and the teenaged boy next to her gave her a snooty look. The look she gave him said “Mind your damn business,” and he popped in his earphones and stuck his nose back in his graphic novel.
Kalilah’s pulse raced when her mind returned to Nick and his lightning fast sexual learning curve. How did he do it? She felt like she was being tricked or something. She saw her stop and exited the trolley. She ignored the gaggle of people around her as her boots clanked against the sidewalk. Before she could stop it, memories of their last night together flashed through her mind.
She didn’t want to talk about the disagreement before his party. She feared it would reveal too much of the emotions raging inside of her. After the hot sex on the back patio, she’d showered and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Nick had awakened her a few hours later with soft, lingering kisses and caressing touches. He had moved over her with a seriousness in his eyes that she’d never seen. He’d looked as if he was trying to read her soul. She’d originally thought it was a play of the moonlight on his features, but he’d leaned closer and given her the most endearing kiss that he or anyone else had ever given her.