Nick

“Where is she, bro?” I ask, walking into my brother’s place scoping out the room for the mystery woman he’s been pining for.

“What the hell? How did you know?” Ian questions, jumping up from the sofa.

I laugh and shake my head. She’s here and I’m betting in the bedroom. The lucky dog. I’m a little jealous. Maybe I’ve got to claim my woman soon. “Come on, you think I’d let you get away with it. I had your neighbor next door let me know. That little old lady likes to gossip.”

I called my parents, so they came with me. I’m a dick and well, at least one of us has someone. “She’s sleeping right now,” Ian whispers.

“It’s okay, son, we’ll be quiet.” Man, we’re going to have to wait to meet the special chick for Ian.

“Ooh look, pizza. Excuse me, I’m starving. We missed lunch being nosy,” I mutter, taking a bite out of the slice I confiscated.

“So, when is the wedding?” Mom asks, rubbing her hands together like an evil villain.

“Whenever she wants, as long as it’s sometime this week.” I can’t blame him. Tie her to him before she gets away again.

 “Ha. Bro, you’re so in love with her. Man, you fell for the girl who took your V-card.” But as an older brother, I have to tease him even though I’m aching to be in the same boat with Lillian.

“What are you sixteen, dickhead? Who cares about that?”

“Wow, so sensitive. Chill out.”

“Speaking of, have you heard from your girl?” Ian asks, smirking and gloating like a jerk.

I narrow my eyes at him. That’s a dickhead move. “No, she’s been avoiding me,” I confess.

Ian shrugs, takes a drink of his beer, then says, “Well, she put in that she’s opting out of her renewal. She doesn’t want to work with Knight Publishing any longer.” The sound of rolling thunder plays in my ears and I don’t know if it’s from the storm outside or from my own heart going insane.

“What!” I roar, shaking my head and dropping the slice of pizza back onto the pizza box. “No way. That’s not happening. She’s not leaving me.”

“Well, she put in that she’s opting out of her renewal. She doesn’t want to work with Knight Publishing any longer.” It plays in my head as I run through the rain. I’m not letting her leave me. She can’t leave me. A thousand painful thoughts drum through my brain, the most brutal one being that I never see her again.

I'm rushing over to her apartment. I have to do something about her leaving me. Or rather, leaving the company. But fucking hell, it feels like she's leaving me. If she's leaving, at least I can't fuck up the company by asking her to marry me. My heart's racing as I speed over. I love this woman more than I can even say. Even if she does go, as long as she's a part of my life I don't care. I can't wait another day—can't risk losing her. I don't know what stopped me this whole time, but no more waiting. I'm claiming her as mine. It's storming out hard, but I make it there without any problems—other than being soaked.

I pound on her door until she opens it up. “You’re soaked,” she exclaims, looking at me up and down. My hair’s matted down from the rain, and my shirt is clinging to my chest. Her eyes appreciate the view. I stare back at her in her T-shirt and tiny shorts. I swallow hard when I see that she’s braless and her hard nipples are pressing against the fabric.

“You will be, too,” I bite out. Storming into her apartment, I scan the area for any unwanted visitors. Fuck, if I find another guy here…I don’t see a man, but I look around and see two suitcases. She is leaving. I lose my damn mind. Eating the space between us, I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her passionately until we fall back onto the sofa. She groans and reaches underneath her, throwing a hairbrush onto the floor. It doesn’t stop us. In fact, Lillian lets her hands roam over me.

I thrust my hands into her hair, pulling and dragging out moans from her. “Nick,” she cries out. The sound of her moaning my name sends beads of cum onto my boxers. I need her badly. Clumsily, I pull up her T-shirt and suck on her breast. She arches her back, loving what I'm doing. This is all so fucking new to me, but I need her like a man hopped up on drugs. She grinds her hot pussy up against my length, but I tilt to the side to stop her because I'm going to come.

“I need you, Lillian,” I whisper against her cheek. She rubs her face against mine, sighing and panting. She tugs at my shirt, lifting it over my head. I help her and toss it out of the way.

“Holy shit. You’re ripped, Nick,”

“I’m glad you like it, baby.” I kiss her, then lean back on my knees. I grab her shorts, pulling them down. She has a pair of bright pink panties on, and I rub her right on the crotch. They’re fucking drenched. I slide them to the side and feel her little slit on my fingers. She sits up enough to work off my belt. I push her back down and stroke her pussy with one hand while pushing down my pants and boxers. My cock, large and hard, is standing stiff and dripping cum down my length. I grab the hem of her panties and tear them at the seam.

“Hey,” she complains.

“I’ll buy you more, baby,” I tell her. I liked them, but I’m too gone to care about it. I line up my cock with her entrance, then thrust my way in. A big tear falls from her face, and I feel like a total prick.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes to me. Like she did something wrong. I’m the one who’s barreling into her womb, shredding her virginity like a bull in a china shop.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry. I would have tried to make it easier.”

“The pain’s over with,” she claims, but I move a little and can see that she’s still twitching. My cock has no damn manners. He’s not bothered by the little blip in the road. In fact, he feels a new sense of pride and is ready to fuck. I lower my head and kiss her lips.

“You’re mine, Lillian.”

“I’ve always been,” she moans out, wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing my pants down with her feet. I move in and out, sliding just to the edge of her entrance, then rock forward. Her pussy clutches onto my length, pulsating around me, and then I hear her cry out against my ear, her body flexing tight. I come harder than I ever have before. Of course, my hand doesn’t hold a candle to being inside her warmth.

We continue to kiss, grinding our bodies until we roll off the couch and onto the floor. My back hits first, so she’s protected. I’m still hard, and she begins to sit up on me with her small hands on my chest. Slowly she learns how to move up and down on my shaft, fucking herself on me. I love the way she’s using me, but it’s too much. My hands grasp her hips and take control. Holding her down, I thrust up, fucking into her. Her head falls back as she tugs on her breasts, pinching her nipples. This view is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I sit up and throw my arms around her back, then flip her onto the rug. In mere seconds, we’re both coming again. Damn, I could go on forever.