Chapter Twelve
Joran’s heart hammered in his chest as he made his way to her bedroom. For so long he’d dreamed about having Nicole in his arms, and now here she was. Alive and in the flesh. Not only that, she wanted him and had made that clear.
Nicole shifted slightly, rubbing her hot center over his aching cock, as if she could read his thoughts at that very moment. He let out a low growl.
A small moan escaped Nicole’s lips, and for a moment, Joran wasn’t so certain he cared about making it to the bed. It might be just as good if he pressed her back up against the wall and fucked her there.
Joran gritted his teeth as he walked over to the bed. No. He wanted to do this the right way. She might not know exactly what she was to him, but it didn’t matter. Nicole was important. More than anything, he wanted to devour every inch of her. He wanted to enjoy the glorious experience of being with her.
With ease, he placed her on the bed and laid down on top of her, hunger in his eyes. She spread her legs wider and pressed herself fully against him through his pants. Joran sucked in a deep breath.
Nicole leaned forward and trailed a stream of hot kisses across his face until she’d reached his mouth. The kiss before had been hot, but this one nearly set the sheets on fire with its intensity. There was no hesitation, no concern about anything but sharing passion.
Her nails raked down his neck to his back. He could feel her teasing and testing each muscle she came across through his shirt. It only made his cock push painfully against his zipper.
He needed to be free, but more than anything he wanted to be inside her.
Joran reached down and pushed up her black dress. The skin on her thighs was soft and inviting. He pushed the fabric further and further up until he’d reached the thin lace of her bra.
The hybrid pulled back from the searing kiss to stare down at her, drinking in her beauty. Her blonde hair spread out across the sheets. Her lips were red from their kiss, and there was just a peek of skin around her stomach. So beautiful.
Nicole reached down and wiggled the dress up over her head to his surprise. She then tossed the garment to the side of the room.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her voice husky.
Without a thought, Joran pulled off his shirt and started in on his pants. He’d never been one to wear underwear and knew that if he unleashed himself, things would have to go much faster than he wanted.
Nicole gasped at the sight of him. “Your tattoo…”
He could hear it in her voice, the recognition that he and the dream man might be one in the same. That might actually simplify things when he had to explain things.
Nicole reached up to touch his blue tattoo, but instead Joran caught her fingers and kissed them in hopes they might table the discussion for just one night. He’d waited so long, convinced keeping his distance was the right thing, and now he didn’t want to have to wait even longer so they could talk.
“I want to taste you,” Joran said, his voice low and filled with all the need he’d been holding inside.
Nicole shivered and gave a small nod.
Joran moved down to the end of the bed. The sweet scent of his Vestal’s need filled the room. It nearly drove him wild.
After taking a few breaths, he swiped a finger along her center. Her black panties were the only barrier between them now. Nicole leaned back and moaned.
She was beautiful like that, bare before him and desperate for his touch.
Joran had to be careful. His own need was just at the cusp, and it wouldn’t take much for his eyes to start glowing. If that happened, there’d be no delaying the explanation. He wanted to tell her, but he wanted her to know just what she meant to him first.
He hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and pulled them down slowly. Her sweet pussy was now on full display to him.
Joran tossed the fabric to the side and slid down between her legs, his breath just inches from her lips.
With one swipe of his tongue, he knew she was his. The taste of her was everything he knew it would be, and a low rumble vibrated his chest.
Not able to wait much longer, the hybrid leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her waiting lips, delving his tongue deep inside.
Nicole’s nails raked over his scalp. Small whimpers escaped her mouth as he continued his exploration of her wet heat.
He moved faster inside of her, making sure to flick his tongue over her sensitive bud.
Bucking her hips off the bed, Nicole came hard, and only then did Joran chance looking at her. He could see the light from his eyes on her face, but her eyes were closed. He took a few breaths, and the glow stopped.
Joran pulled back and wiped the juices from his mouth. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. He swirled his tongue with hers inside her mouth, knowing she could taste herself. Never in his life had he been more turned on.
Until he felt her hot hand sliding inside his pants.
“I want you inside of me,” Nicole moaned. She wrapped her hand around his hard length and stroked him.
“Roll over,” Joran growled.
Nicole wasn’t exactly a novice when it came to sex, but she also couldn’t say she was experienced. But nothing she’d ever had even came close to what she’d already shared with Joran.
The orgasm had been through the roof. In fact, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the asshole neighbors were complaining about the racket she’d just been making. Not that she cared.
Joran moved to lay on the bed while she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. When she turned back, he was laying there naked, his hot, thick cock standing upright, magnificent in all its glory.
She didn’t really want to stare, but hot damn. He was more than just large. Never in her life did she think she’d be with someone so large. It was like something from a porn movie.
Nicole swallowed as she straddled his legs.
“It’s okay if you want to stop,” Joran said quietly.
She frowned. Like hell she was stopping. She’d literally been dreaming of this for months. There was no way she wasn’t going to see this thing through.
Nicole slid forward, pressing Joran’s cock flat against his stomach as she spread her lips over him, coating him with her own need.
“I want you.”
For a moment, she thought she saw a light blue glow just before he closed his eyes, but knew she was having trouble distinguishing the real man from the dream man. Joran was real, and she was about to find out just how real he was.
Nicole slid herself up and down over him for a moment longer, the two of them groaning as she did. Then she lifted her hips and stared down at his thick head lined up directly with her center.
She took a breath and inched down, watching the whole time as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her. Despite his size, they seemed to work with one another, like her body was made just for him. It certainly felt that way.
When Joran was fully inside, Nicole sat on top of him, enjoying the feel of his girth.
Nicole shifted her hips and moaned as he moved deep inside. She could feel the bite of his fingers against her hips, and yet he let her continue.
She lifted herself and slid back down. The feeling was amazing. The next time she moved a little higher. As she dropped back down, Nicole threw her head back and moaned, the pleasure overwhelming.
The hands that had been at her hips moved to her breasts, tweaking and rolling her hard nipples as she moved over him. Each time she rose slightly higher as she moved more quickly.
Hard pushes from below helped increase her pleasure. Her whole body ached as she slammed herself against him, his cock spearing her.
In the dim light of the room, she could make out little besides them there together. Occasionally, she thought she saw a flash of blue, but before her mind could even process it, another orgasm exploded through her.
Joran pressed her down against his chest. His hands wrapped around her hips as he hammered his cock deep inside her. She moaned and kissed his chest, loving the hard, quick way he was once again bringing her to the edge.
“Nicole,” he moaned. “I’m so close, baby.”
She huffed loudly and nibbled at his collar bone. “Make me come again,” she whispered.
As if that was all he needed, Joran slapped deeper and harder inside of her, reaching just the right spot that seemed to make her whole body spasm as she came. Her deep insides squeezed his cock.
Joran grunted and stilled. His cock rhythmically twitched as he came deep inside of her.
Tired, she collapsed limply into his arms, just letting herself lay on him as they each came down from their highs.