Sophia

 

 

I knew even before he closed the door of his apartment behind us, that I'd take Nicholas in my mouth. I'm no expert when it comes to oral sex. I much prefer receiving to giving, but that's because most of the men I've slept with haven't had mouth-watering dicks. Nicholas Wolf is a definite exception. I've thought about licking and sucking his cock since we met and tonight, I'm about to make that happen.

"You haven't said two words since we got here, Sophia. What's on your mind?"

I have been quiet. I sat next to him on his leather couch and listened to him tell me about his next book tour. It sounds both exhilarating and exhausting. I've never been to most of the places he's listed, although I'd love to go to Paris. I've always envisioned myself there, participating in Fashion Week with a show of my own.

"Nothing." I look down at my lap.

"I've told you before that you're a shit liar." He turns toward me. "Something's changed. You look nervous as hell."

"I'm not a liar." I close my eyes to shield the truth from him. "I'm also not nervous."

I can sense movement and then I feel his soft lips press against mine. "We don't have to fuck, Sophia. We can just hang out if you'd prefer."

My eyes flash open to meet his. "I don’t prefer that. It's just…"

"It's just what?" he interrupts me with a sigh. "I want you to relax. I want you to have fun when you're with me. Right now you look like you're ready to explode."

My gaze catches on the trio of picture frames on the table near the piano. I want to ask him about the girl in the photograph. I haven't dwelled on the mystery of who she is but it's a thought that has crossed my mind since the last time I was here.

"You look like you're in another world." His index finger brushes my chin. "Does this have to do with that call you took when we were at the hotel?"

It doesn't. The call was personal. I should explain it to him but now isn't the time. I'm not about to ruin our evening with the dull story of the one endlessly annoying issue that keeps popping back into my life. If this thing between us lasts beyond a few weeks, I'll confide in him, but until then I see no reason to. "No. It's not about the call."

"Is it about me?"

I tilt my head to look at him. He's not asking me that because he believes he's the focus of my every waking thought. I see the concern in his expression. If I didn't know better, I'd bet money on the fact that Nicholas Wolf is wondering if I'm about to dump him.

"Why would it be about you?"

A smile ghosts his mouth. "You weren't happy that I hired Joe to help you. I thought maybe you wanted to give me shit about that."

"I handled that like a pro if I do say so myself." I brush my hand across my shoulder. "You get all of your money back and I get a new website for free. We both win in that deal."

"You also got my tech guy a job, so he won't be able to work on my stuff as easily as he used to."

I shoot him a look. "Don't be selfish, Nicholas. Your website makes mine look like a clown show."

"You've seen my website?" He inches closer. "Has the stalked become the stalker?"

I rest my hand on his thigh. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It would make your day if I chased after you."

"It would make my year." His hand moves to cover mine, sliding it up his leg. "I can't think of anything better in life than being pursued by you."

"I thought I already caught you." I look down at where our hands are now resting on the top of his thigh.

He tugs me closer. "You have. I'm yours to do whatever you want with."

"In that case…" I run my lips over the stubble covering his jaw. "Stand up and drop your pants."

 

***

 

He didn't drop his pants in the living room. Instead he took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. I wasn't sure if he missed the inference in my words, but I didn't care when he stripped me naked and went down on me first.

I'd never tell him to stop when his head is perched between my legs. Instead, I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him eat me out. His eyes fluttered open occasionally and the hum of his groans only spurred me closer to the edge.

The man knows what he's doing and he proved that in spades when I came, the sheets of his bed clenched in my fists.

Now, he's on his back, spread eagle in the middle of the twisted sheets with his swollen cock resting against his body.

"This is beautiful," I say quietly as I kneel next to him. "Not all men have cocks that look like this."

"I'll take your word for it." He opens one eye to peer at me. "I haven't seen a lot of them."

I skim my thumb over the purple-tinged crown smearing the large drop of pre-cum that's been tempting me. "I've seen a few."

"Just a few?"

I've never told anyone my number. I don't think that's what he's asking but I'm not ashamed of the fact that I've had only a handful of lovers in my life. "Yes, a few."

He doesn't press for more. His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes his back against the dark linen sheet with his arms crossed over his head. "Suck, Sophia."

The words are direct and heated. It's not a command, although it doesn't border on a request either. It's a plea. I can hear that in his voice. He wants this just as much as I do.

I lean forward and run my lips over his cock before I part them and trace the same path with my tongue.

He gifts me with not only a hot-as-fuck growl but a hand in my hair. He twists the strands between his fingers. "In your mouth."

I do it, slowly. I inch my lips over him until I can't take anymore. His hips rise from the bed as he seeks more so I circle him with both hands and pump. I pump and I suck, my head bobbing up and down as I try to find a rhythm that matches the one of his body.

"I need my fingers inside of you when I come. Give me your pussy," he bites out on a ragged breath.

I do. I inch my knees closer to the edge of the bed, never once letting his cock slide out from between my lips.

I whimper when I sense the light brush of his touch against me. He moves and then I feel the sensation of wetness and warmth. He must have licked his fingers to ready them for my tender flesh.

I pump harder and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as he slides two fingers inside me. I can't stop my body's need so I rock back and forth, fucking his long elegant fingers as he fucks my mouth, each stroke deeper than the last.

He thrusts harder when he nears his release and the second I feel the crest swell under my tongue, I move away from his touch because I don't want anything to steal this from me. I relax, close my eyes and enjoy every last drop.