Part 57

Becca's back was pressed against the door as Nick pushed in the lock, at the same time pulling her t-shirt over her head.

"Nick-" she gasped, closing her eyes as his mouth fastened onto her breast, tugging at the hardened nipple. She held his head against her heated body, desperate to ease the need that had spiraled out of control. She shrieked as he bit down gently, and he chuckled, never losing his grip on her flesh.

"Shh …" he admonished, teasingly. "They'll know what we're doing." He licked at her tender skin, making the hurt at once better and worse.

"I don't give a flying fcuk … I mean fuck. And stop laughing at me."

He stood suddenly, reaching beneath he elastic waistband of her shorts and plunging one finger deep within. "Damn, baby, I'm not laughing anymore." He stroked her slowly, spreading her slick moisture up and around her throbbing bud. He kissed her as he moved against her and groaned as he felt her shiver in his arms.

Becca made tiny noises as she fought the urge to cry out.

"What?" he asked, his voice low and sexual. "There's a house full of people down there, you like that? The fact that they know exactly what we're doing up here?" He began to move against her hip and she could feel that he was rock hard beneath his shorts.

"Nick-" she whimpered.

"So, does it turn you on, Bec?" he moved his mouth down her neck to suck at the soft spot at the base of her throat

"God …" Reaching between them she managed to work one hand inside his shorts, too, and soon held his hot, hard length in her hand. He moaned and she giggled.

"Bec-" His eyes rolled back as she stroked him, squeezing the swollen head between her thumb and forefinger and pulling at his erection.

Enough. As one, they both pulled away, pushing their remaining clothing to the floor and coming back together with a moan of ecstasy. Nick pulled her away from the door and led her to the bed, laying her down gently and pulling her hips close to the edge. His eyes never leaving hers he knelt between her legs, lifting them to wrap around his waist.

"You want this?" he whispered darkly.

"Please. Don't tease, just do it." She tightened her legs around his back and as he sank into her, she cried out, not caring who heard.

"God, you’re so hot," he murmured, thrusting deeply into her willing body. "Come on, I can't last."

"And … I … *can*?" she panted. "Let it go." She tightened herself around him and felt him explode within her. As he groaned her name she followed him, his name on her lips as shudders wracked her body.

"God Bec –" he rolled off and to the side so as not to hurt her, and they both lay on their backs beneath the ceiling fan, their bodies glistening with exertion and silly grins on their faces.

Becca began to giggle. "So. I guess doing it on an airplane is kind of a step down after this, right?"

"I guess so. Geez, baby." He rolled over to look into her eyes and push her sweaty hair off her face. "That was amazing."

"I was inspired."

"Do me a favor?"

"Sure, Nicky, anything."

"Next time you're online, find out where this Becky person lives so Howie and I can send flowers."

"NOT! You'd scare her to death and she'd never post anything again. We can't have that, can we?" She ran her fingers tantalizingly over his chest before he grabbed her hand and made her stop.

"I suppose you're right. Think it's safe to go downstairs?"

"No, we'll never hear the end of this." She sighed. "But, it's *my* house and I can throw them out if I want to, right?"

"Right. Come on fan girl, let's go brave the lion's den."

They dressed and tried to straighten themselves as much as possible, but as they opened the bedroom door they heard similar sounds coming from the guest bedroom.

"God, shoot me now," Becca said. "It's gonna be a long afternoon."

Arm in arm they sauntered downstairs, somewhat ready to face the rest of their guests.

Part 58        The Dance Index