“Never.” That answer is like a reflex, and I laugh.
“Oh yeah,” I say. “I told you, I want to know your fantasies.”
“But that’s so embarrassing,” she says, breath growing short.
“Baby,” I say, “you’re stroking your clit right now and I’m about to listen to you come in my ear. And I’m so close that I’m about to explode all over my sheets.”
“And?” she breathes.
“And after that, knowing what porn you like to watch seems tame.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her moan.
“You don’t have to tell me now,” I say. “But I want you to imagine it.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Picture it. You and me in whatever dirty position you saw. Imagine me taking you just like that. Raw and dirty. You’re going to scream my name.”
“Oooooh.” The word is elongated, and I can’t see a damn thing anymore. I’m imagining us too. Imagining us in every position that’s fucking possible. I want to take her from behind in the kitchen while she holds on to the countertop. I want to have her ride me, and watch those perfect tits bounce up and down as she takes my cock until she’s screaming.
I want to have her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my shaft, and to spread her ass and take that first, as well. There’s a thousand different ways I want to take her, and they’re all playing through my mind, a list that I don’t think will ever end, even if we’re together for the rest of our lives.
“Shit,” she curses. “I’m so close.”
I move my hand faster, giving in to the pleasure that’s gathering in my shaft and spreading to my balls. “Imagine I’m there,” I instruct her, my voice hard. “Imagine that it’s my hand making you come.”
“Oh god,” her voice morphs into nothing but sound as her orgasm overtakes her. I’m right there with her, letting the pleasure spread and feeling lightning sprint down my spine. Light flashes behind my eyes and I curse loudly while I come, stroking myself through the pleasure.
It feels amazing. Even jerking off is better with Nicola, and one-hundred percent worth the mess. “You still there?” I ask when I’ve recovered enough to speak.
“Barely.”
I chuckle, stretching in that post-orgasm haze. “I want to see you. Let me take you to breakfast.”
“I’d like that. Besides, after everything, I forgot that my car is still at the office. So it would be good to pick that up.”
“I can be at your place in ten minutes.”
I can practically hear her smiling. “It’ll take me longer than that to get ready, but come over. We’ll just be quiet—my parents either sleep in or work in their offices upstairs on Saturday mornings.”
It seems like a risk, but at this point it’s one I’m willing to take. “I’ll be there soon.”
After I hang up, it only takes a minute or two for me to clean myself up and throw some clothes on. I’m thanking my past self for deciding to take a shower last night so that I can get out the door quickly.
Leighton City has always been sleepy early on Saturday mornings, and today is no exception. So there are almost no cars on the roads, and I barely have to think in order to get to the Thompsons’ house. I’ve been here so many times it’s practically like driving to my own house.
But it does feel strange coming here knowing that I’m going to be avoiding Bruce and Valerie. I push thoughts of them aside. Every time I’ve tried to imagine the conversation where I tell them about Nicola and me, I draw a blank because I have no idea what their reaction will be.
I park a block down the street, feeling a little paranoid. I don’t want either of them to look outside and see my car and wonder why I’m here. Especially if I don’t even say hello to them. I pull out my phone.
Is there a window that I should be sneaking through?
She texts me back right away.
Ha. The front door will be fine.
I walk up to the front door, but I don’t knock or ring the doorbell. A minute later I hear footsteps and the door opens to Nicola. She’s wearing short pajama shorts and my sweatshirt. She grins. “I was doing my make-up. Haven’t gotten dressed yet.”
It doesn’t matter that I’ve already come this morning, the sight of her in my hoodie and those infernal fucking shorts has me hard as a rock again. “That’s a good thing,” I say, “because I think I’m about to tear those shorts off you.”
Nicola looks behind her, and grabs my hand. “Come in. Not here.”
I know where Nicola’s room has always been. The Thompsons have lived in this house for as long as I’ve known them, so I’m surprised when she takes me to the basement stairs and closes the door behind us. “Why the basement?”
“Oh,” she says, guiding me downward, “I live here now. The basement got renovated a few years ago. My old room is now Mom’s office.”
The basement really does look different. More like an apartment than the empty rec room it used to be. And for a basement, it’s stylish too. Cool colors and some gorgeous art pieces decorate the walls, and I can tell just by looking that each piece of furniture has been carefully selected.
Through an open door I can see her bedroom—the bed still unmade from when she laid there and touched herself for me. But I don’t think that we’re going to make it that far.
I grab her arm and turn her toward me, crushing her against my body before taking her mouth. Nicola’s body goes pliant against mine, and I hold her even closer, letting my hands drift down to her ass and squeezing. “I want you to know,” I say when I force myself to release her lips, “that I do want to take you to breakfast. I do want to talk with you and catch up with you. This is not just sexual. But fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
“Believe me,” she says, “I’m not offended that you want to fuck me, Tristan. I just got started. I want everything.”
I kiss her again, tilting her face up to mine so the kiss is deeper. “Perfect.”
“It’s better down here, but we’ll still have to be quiet. This place isn’t soundproof.”
“Noted.”
She grins. “That was more of a warning for you.”
“What?” But before I even fully get the word out, she’s sinking to her knees. If I wasn’t already hard, I would be now. “Nicola,” I say, trying to keep my voice quiet. “You don’t have to do that. You don’t need to feel pressured.”
Her expression is incredulous. “Are you kidding me? I want to do this. I wanted to do this before I told you how I felt, and I’ve been thinking about it for years, before I’d ever seen your cock.” She unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down, freeing the monster. “And now that I’ve seen it, I want to even more.”
Fuck.
Having Nicola on her knees in front of me is a vision. Especially since she’s wearing my sweatshirt. It’s slipped a little to the side, the larger neck allowing me to have a glimpse of her collarbone and cleavage. The way she’s looking up at me, and then at my cock with awe, like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen is both moving and incredibly hot.