Part 192
Jesus, what the fuck was THAT all about?
Nick closed and locked the bedroom door, leaning against it in the dark, running his hands through his hair and breathing heavily. A drink of cold water, that's all he wanted. Was that too damn much to ask? Musta been. Who the hell would have expected to walk in on everyone in the damn house fucking in Kevin's living room?
No, that was just a visual he didn't care to repeat. And he wished like hell he'd never seen it in the first place. Howie and Sarah, and Alex, and … Kev. The scene replayed in his mind as he undressed again, dropping his boxers and wifebeater to the floor. Over and over again the scene repeated and he suddenly realized his hand was on his very aroused cock.
Shit. They'd laugh their asses off even more if they knew he was fucking turned on by it.
Silently he crawled back into bed beside Becca, being careful not to wake her up. He lay still, on his side of the bed, but was doomed when she scooted closer in her sleep, pressing her rear end against his hip. As she slept he heard her moan in her sleep, and this was not helping. Not in the least. Once again his hand gravitated toward his crotch and he had to touch himself. Wrapping his fingers around his swollen length he found the familiar rhythm and began to stroke steadily, feeling both relief and guilt at the same time.
It wouldn't take long. The entire damn day he'd been on sexual overload, first with the video and Becca's reaction, then the sweetest sex of his life and now this. Harder and faster he moved.
"Nick?"
Fuck. He stopped cold.
He struggled to make his breathing even. "Go back to sleep," he whispered.
"You okay?" she asked sleepily, not quite sure what had wakened her.
"Yeah. I will be. I'll be fine. Just – go back to sleep," he whispered.
"Hold me?"
Shit. It was a fucking plot to make him lose his mind. "Bec-"
"Please? I sleep better with your arms around me."
Nick was not a religious man, but at that moment he prayed for deliverance. Sighing noisily he turned on his side, draping an arm over her in their usual position. Maybe she wouldn't notice. Maybe she'd stay still and not scoot back like she usually did. Maybe-
"Nick? God…" Becca scooted her bottom back against Nick and felt his pain. Literally. She wasn't as sleepy as she'd been a few minutes earlier. "Need help?" she giggled sleepily.
"You're cruel, Bec. God."
"Nicky, no I'm not. C'mere." She scooted closer, rubbing herself against him. "Just do it, baby."
"God, Bec. I love you," he groaned, inching her nightgown up her thighs and over her hips. He reached between her legs to prepare her and found she was more than ready. He stroked her for a minute or two and when she began to arch against his hand he slipped his leg between hers to help spread her thighs. Slowly he entered her, sinking fully within her depths.
"Oh, yes," she sighed.
He felt so damn good, so perfect when they were like this. He rocked steadily into her, pressing his face against her neck, holding her hip with one hand, the other tangled in her hair. His steady pumping was spiraling out of control and as she began to tighten around him he felt himself slip away. Somehow he muffled his shout of pleasure as he came, groaning instead into her neck as he pulsed and streamed into her.
"Nick," she whimpered, "not yet. Please?"
He held himself deep within and plunged his hand between her thighs pressing insistently against the swollen, throbbing bud and as she came he twisted her head around and muffled her cries with his mouth. She pulsed beneath his fingers and around his shaft and milked him dry.
Both gasping in the aftermath, they lay together still joined, before finally drifting into a dreamless, sated sleep.