Part 206
Becca felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as he stroked his thumb over her nipple. Her body was so sensitized from the sounds, the scents, the tastes … she knew it wouldn't take much to drive her over the edge tonight. Just as she was considering pushing him away and taking control, he pushed her gown to her waist and took her breast in his mouth. He worked the swollen tip between his teeth and his tongue and his hand gently caressed its twin. Becca's eyes closed as she sighed, sinking back onto the pillows.
"Feel good?" he murmured.
"Yes," she sighed, her fingers in his thick blonde hair holding him right where she wanted him.
Nick spent an inordinate amount of time on each breast until Becca was shifting restlessly beneath him. Pulling back, he looked deeply into her eyes and seeing his desire and need returned made him ache. He helped her stand and swiftly pulled her gown over her head. "That looks much better there," he said.
"Where?" she asked.
"On the floor," he smirked, looking slowly down her body. "Damn, Bec," he whispered.
Becca blushed, casting her eyes to the floor.
"You still don't get it, do you?" Nick asked, tipping her chin up with his fingers. "You just don't understand how I adore you, how much you mean to me."
Becca looked him in the eye and boldly issued a challenge. "Show me."
Nick smiled slowly. "Gladly." He pulled her to him, holding her in his arms. He kissed her gently before stepping back and standing before her.
When he didn't move after a full minute, Becca shifted from one foot to the other. "Nick, what are you doing?"
He shrugged. "Nothin' baby, just looking."
"Nick," she protested, blushing again.
"Baby, I love you. I love to just look at you, you know?"
"Not fair," she mumbled.
"What's not fair?"
"You're still completely dressed and I-"
"Oh yeah," he said softly with that killer lopsided grin. "I'm completely dressed and you're not." He chuckled as she blushed again, raising her chin defiantly. "Fucking sexy as hell, Bec, that's what it is."
"You're a pig, Carter."
"Oink, baby," he laughed. "Turn around."
She laughed, but did as he asked. "See anything you like?"
"Yeah, quite a bit."
"Smartass."
Nick laughed. "More of you to love, baby."
Becca smiled, remembering saying that to Howie just after she returned from Denver. God, that seemed so long ago and so much had happened since then. Her thoughts wandered away when she felt Nick's lips on her spine, kissing slowly down her backbone and hovering over her tattoo.
"I still can't believe you did this Bec," he said, outlining the design with his index finger.
"Me either," she giggled, and then gasped as he replaced his finger with his tongue.
Nick smiled against her skin as he felt her shiver in response. "Easy, girl." He did it again, outlining the simple design, his breath cooling the moist flesh. "Feels good, doesn't it? That's what it feels like when you do it to me, Bec." Trailing his mouth away from the ink he nipped at the soft flesh of her bottom and sucked gently as he held her hips steady.
Becca moaned, swaying unsteadily as the bus rocked to and fro, and as it lurched once again she reached for something to hold on to. The closest thing was Nick, and she turned around, grasping his hair for balance, not thinking about the position it would put her in. Looking down at him she realized his face was right at her-
"Well, well … what have we here?" he said with a cocky grin.
Becca was speechless.
"No comment, Bec?" he grinned. He continued to hold her by the hips as he leaned forward, burying his nose in soft curls beneath her belly. "God, I love this," he sighed. Gently he kissed her belly, easing one hand between her legs and finding her very hot and very wet. He closed his eyes and groaned as his cock swelled in anticipation. He inserted two fingers into her silken depth and felt himself twitch as she whimpered. Pulling out, he did it again and she began to rock gently against his hand.
"Oh that's good," she sighed, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling.
"Come on," Nick stood and moved her to the bed, kissed her once and gently pushed her down. Becca was scooting back to make room for him, but he stopped her. "No, baby, stay here." He helped her move back to the edge, her feet almost touching the floor, and knelt between her thighs. "Perfect," he whispered, bending his head to the task. Sighing deeply he traced her moist cleft with his tongue as her fingers reached down to touch his hair. She could barely reach around her belly, and so he took her hands in his, locking his fingers with hers as he drove her higher and higher.
When she began to shift restlessly, he lifted one leg over his shoulder and she propped her other foot on his thigh as he nibbled and sucked at her swollen folds. He moved to concentrate on her throbbing clit as she tried and tried to get closer to him.
"Nick," she whimpered, "inside. Please."
Nick never missed a beat. He sucked her steadily even as he pressed two, then three fingers into her, stroking her deeply. "Come on, Bec," he said, the vibrations of his voice going straight to her core.
"Nick, yes," she panted. "I'm going to-"
"Now baby, come on, Bec." He sucked harder, grazing her with his teeth and she shattered, screaming his name.
Nick held her until she calmed, soothing her with his mouth and stroking her gently with his hands. When he felt her relax against the mattress, he joined her, kissing her deeply.
Becca moaned as he kissed her, the combined taste of herself, Nick and the strawberries was intoxicating. His tongue swept over hers and he pressed his erection against her hip, seeking relief. Becca reached between them to grasp him through the fabric of his trousers and as she touched him he strained for more of her touch.
"Bec, please."
"Roll over," she instructed him. Pushing him onto his back, she reached for the fastening at his waist. She made short work of the clasp, and swiftly pulled down his zipper and freed his swollen erection. She watched him struggle to push down his pants, but she stopped him. "No, leave them on. Leave it all on."
He raised an eyebrow in question, but when her mouth took hold of him he forgot to ask why. His hands tangled in her hair as she sucked the purple tip, marvelling at its softness as her hand wrapped around the steel-like base and stroked steadily.
A rush of tangy sweetness flooded her tongue and she moaned in satisfaction, licking in sweeping circles around the smooth tip of his penis. She kept her movements steady as he arched to meet her, his head thrown back against the pillows. Becca's teeth grazed him gently and he thrust himself even deeper into her mouth in response. She fought against her gag reflex, relaxing her throat to take him all in.
Somewhere in his mindless haze he knew he'd gone almost too far and gasped an apology. "God Bec … sorry …"
Becca never stopped what she was doing, simply reached up to stroke his chest to let him know everything was fine. She felt him swell in her mouth and knew he was close to losing control. She cast her eyes upward and had never seen a more beautiful sight. His hair had fallen over his forehead and his face was the picture of ecstasy as he concentrated on finding his release. His eyes were closed tightly, his lips parted as he fought for breath.
Nick groaned as he felt Becca's wet tongue tracing a spiral up his engorged shaft and then cried out as she dipped the pointed tip into his dripping slit, licking away the wetness she found. His hands wrapped tighter in her hair as he held her close and felt the numbness begin to take control. "Jesus…" he made a strangled sound as he felt his cock hit the back of her throat and then let go. He came in hot spurts down her throat and all over her hand, sagging back onto the mattress in the aftermath, gasping for breath.
Becca laid her head on his thigh, his hands still stroking her hair, one hand still wrapped around his softening penis. This was what it was all about, she thought. The two of them, together against the world, forever. Glancing up at him, she was afraid he had fallen asleep he was so still. And then he sighed, a contended peaceful sound that made her heart ache with love. Scooting up beside him, she reached for a napkin and wiped her fingers clean, and then cleaned him up as well.
"What are you doing?" he rasped.
"We messed up your tux," she giggled.
"No, YOU messed up my tux. It was all your fault."
"Oh no, this whole evening was your idea. I only played along." Becca crawled up beside him, pulling the sheet over herself.
"Ok, mostly," he conceded, "but I did have help in making it work."
"So," she thought out loud, "if it wasn't my fault and it wasn't YOUR fault, whose fault WAS it?"
He grinned that sexy grin at her as he looked down into her upturned face. "Only one other person left to blame." He saw the wheels turning in her head before they both grinned and spoke in unison.
"Sarah!"
"You gonna tell her that tomorrow?" he asked.
"I think I just might." Becca laughed softly, knowing exactly how that conversation would go. "I love you so much," she whispered, turning to kiss his cheek.
Nick held her closer against his side. "I love you too, baby. With all my heart." Rolling towards his wife he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her thoroughly and completely. He reached beneath the sheet to run his fingers over her body, loving it as she trembled beneath his hand. Cupping a breast in his hand he tweaked her nipple and moaned as she arched against his hand. "More?" he asked quietly.
"Make love with me Nick."
His eyes locked with hers as he stood, swiftly shedding his tux and cursing as the cufflinks and studs scattered over the floor. Pieces of clothing were tossed haphazardly over the seats by the dining table and he stood before her, a vision. He watched her eyes as they traveled over his body, taking in every inch of him.
Becca loved to watch him, she loved how 'normal' he was. No sculpted abs, no body-builder physique, just a beautiful man who loved her to distraction. Her eyes followed the downy trail from his chest to his hips and she licked her lips in anticipation. His recovering erection was nestled in dark blonde curls and she felt the answering rush of wetness between her thighs as she watched him stiffen. God, this was going to be good.
Nick stepped toward her as she pulled aside the sheet to invite him in. Not another word was spoken as he joined her on the bed. Immediately he pressed his hand between her legs and she opened for him. His fingers spread the silky wetness around as he opened her folds for his entry.
"Nick this won't work," she whimpered.
"Trust me," he said.
"Let me turn over." She gasped as his thumb pressed against her swollen clit.
"No, I wanta see you come." He sat back on his heels and helped her shift her bottom up onto his thighs. He reached for a pillow and tucked it under her lower back. "God, Bec…" he watched her body contract as he lightly dragged one finger up her slit, rubbing her once again. "So hot, so wet … and all mine."
"Nick, don't wait," she shuddered. She looked between them to see Nick stroking himself to full salute.
"Watch, Bec," he moaned. Slowly he rubbed himself the length of her, coating himself with her essence. "Ready?" he asked, dipping barely inside her. At her strangled cry, he slid deeply within until he felt his hips right against hers. "God," he groaned, holding himself as still as possible. "Bec, I can't wait," he moaned and began to stroke her slowly. He wanted nothing more than to slam himself into her, but was too afraid of hurting her, so he held back.
"Nick, more…" Becca begged.
"Can't," he panted. "Careful…" he grunted.
"Nick, I need more, please," she whimpered, grabbing his hand and pressing it to where they were joined.
He tried to help, but he was concentrating too hard to do much good. "You …" he gasped. "You do it. Come on, baby." He managed to take her hand in his and start the motions for her. He knew she'd never initiate this on her own, but it was the only way.
Becca whimpered again as she touched herself, Nick's hand guiding her movements. But not fast enough, not hard enough. Lost in her own feelings she pushed his hand away and continued.
"Jesus, Bec," Nick groaned as he thrust into her, watching her pleasure herself. He watched her eyes roll back and heard the signature catch in her breathing as her orgasm began. It was over for him as well. He lifted her just a bit higher and as she contracted around him he came again, calling her name as he emptied himself into her willing body.
They collapsed together, falling almost instantly into a deep and dreamless sleep. They missed the 3 a.m. rest stop completely, oblivious to Billy guarding the bus door to keep AJ and Brian out. They'd caught wind of what was going on and decided to have some fun by messing with Billy's mind. No amount of threats or bribery would convince him to let them past, and they eventually gave up and headed back to their own buses.