Chapter Seven
Anna
I don't know why I’m still here.
The kids left a long time ago, and I just got word that they're both staying the night over at their friends’ houses. I didn’t know if that was allowed or not, but I was the closest thing to an adult here to make the decision, so I made it. It had nothing to do with the fact that it left Nick alone in a big, empty house for the night.
The only amusing part of the day was when Indigo’s mother turned up to collect Milly. The look on her face when she saw me there was priceless. I fumbled through an excuse about why I was there, but I'm not sure she believed me. She just looked pissed. You think she’d be happy to hear that Nick would have more free time with me there, but I think she was jealous she hadn’t thought of it herself.
Sighing, I wonder again if I should just go. I’ve completely cleaned the house from top to bottom, and there is nothing left for me to do other than sit here, staring at the wall, waiting for him to come home. I shake my head because I’ve officially lost it. What am I expecting—for him to sweep me into his arms and carry me to his bedroom?
I gather my things and stand up, just as Nick walks in.
“You’re still here,” he murmurs. I study him, trying to work out if that’s a good thing or not.
“Yep,” I say weakly. “Just leaving, actually.”
He glances around, his eyes widening. “Holy shit, Anna. You cleaned? You cleaned everything?” he gasps. He shakes his head slowly.
I flush, feeling like an idiot. When I’m anxious, I clean. I had only meant to clean the living room, but once I got started, I just couldn't stop. I found it quite relaxing to just go through the whole place. It’s the first time in a long time where I actually felt like I’d accomplished something.
“Can you stay a few more minutes?” he asks. “I owe you an apology.” He walks over and sits down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. I sit down, my heart pounding. Why did I feel like I was the one who should be saying sorry?
“You didn't do anything,” I argue. “I should be the one apologizing for starting this in the first place. I was the one who invaded your privacy.”
“Maybe so, but I encouraged it,” he said with a frown. “And then just to complicate things even more, I jacked off to you while you took your…” His voice trails off. “Oh, shit,” he mutters. But the damage is done. I heard what he’d said, loud and clear, and I liked it.
“You did?” I smile, and inch closer to him on the couch. God, I love the sound of that. He nods, his gaze traveling down my body. “While I took my clothes off?”
“After,” he chokes out. “What did you expect me to do?” he growls, his eyes dark. “Standing there in your tiny pair of white panties. It was all I could do not to storm into your house and rip them off you.”
I giggle, a feeling of satisfaction racing through me. That was exactly how I wanted him to feel because that's how I felt every time I saw him standing in front of his damn window.
Without thinking, I turn and lift myself onto his lap, with one leg on either side, so I’m straddling him. He rests his hands on my thighs, rubbing them up and down while I stare down at him. My heart races, because all I can think about is kissing him. To feel those lips against mine. To taste how much he wants me.
He rocks against me, my eyes widening when I feel his cock growing harder and harder. Thank God, he’s wearing jeans to shield some of his size because I’m almost getting off on it as it is. But if I can barely handle it like this, what was I going to be like when it's free?
“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “You look lost in thought.”
“I’m… I should probably leave before…” My voice trails off. I stand up and straighten up my dress, not looking him in the eye. How do I explain to him that the only reason I'm leaving is because I’m terrified of his cock?
“Before what?” he presses. He takes my hand and pulls me back into his lap. I sigh as he presses his lips against mine, his kiss soft and sincere. He groans as he fumbles with my dress, lowering the zipper at the back.
I shrug my dress off and then my panties, and gasp as he slips a finger inside me. He kisses my neck, his lips finding my mouth again, while I shiver as his fingers move inside me.
“This okay?” he murmurs. I whimper in response as he hits every damn pleasure spot in my body. I'm about to explode when suddenly, he stops. With a smirk and a somewhat evil grin, he slides his way down onto the floor, spreading my legs further apart. I exhale the breath I was holding onto, watching him from above as he buries his face between my legs.
“Holy crap,” I cry as his tongue thrusts inside me.
I run my fingers through his hair, my hands shaking as he explores me. I can’t believe I’m sitting naked on his couch, while he’s on the floor, tongue deep in my pussy. And fuck, what this man can do with his tongue is incredible. My toes curl, and I gasp as he circles my clit. He glances up, and even though he's latched on to me, I can still see the smirk in his eyes.
“God,” I pant. I grab his hair, forcing his tongue deeper in my pussy. My legs curl around his shoulders as my thighs lock his head in place. I'm so close. I'm on the verge of exploding, and it feels incredible.
I come as his tongue continues to assault me, alternating between licking and sucking. I whimper, my body spasming as he sucks on my clit. I smother my face with a cushion because it’s all I can do not to scream at the top of my lungs and wake the whole neighborhood. I push his head away, unable to take another second of it.
“Sorry,” He grins, not looking the least bit sorry. He climbs back up onto the couch as I struggle to regain my composure. “I couldn't help myself.” He reaches over and takes my hand, entwining his fingers in mine. “So,” he begins, raising his eyebrows, a glint in his eyes. “You were saying you wanted to leave?”
“Yeah. Not so much now.” I grin, a dreamy smile on my face.
“Good,” he says with a chuckle. He stands up and reaches down, scooping me into his arms. I giggle and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my lips against his. I can taste my juices on him, and it's turning me on. It's clearly turning him on as well because with every step he takes, his hard cock presses into me, almost impaling me.
We get into his bedroom, and the first thing I do is look over at the window. I blush because I could just imagine my father walking into my room, looking for me, and glancing across at us through the window. Nick is obviously thinking the same thing because he sits me down and stalks over there to close the blinds.
“I'm surprised you even have any,” I say with grin. “Considering they’re always open.” He glowers at me as I giggle.
“Just shut up and get on the bed,” he demands, a smirk on his face.
Still naked, I sit down on the bed while he stands between my legs. He smiles approvingly and reaches out to stroke my breasts. He cradles my face in his hands and kisses me. I shiver as his fingers trail down my neck and over my breasts, all the way down to the edge of my pussy.
My heart races as he guides me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. His lips are everywhere. On my neck, devouring my lips, sucking at my nipples. I gasp as his finger brushes past my entrance, teasing me but not committing, which I’m okay with because I'm still so tender from before.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. I curl into his arms and smile, reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. “I could explore you all night.” He makes a face. “Well, I could if you didn't look like you were about to fall asleep on me.” He chuckles as I whimper. “Am I that exciting, Anna?”
“I'm sorry. I'm just so tired,” I mumble, embarrassed. This is in no way a reflection on him, other than the fact that he’s the reason I’m so damn tired.
“Roll over,” he says.
I do as he tells me and roll over onto my side, smirking as his erection presses against my ass. But when his fingers start to touch my back, that's when I lose my shit. I sigh and arch my back against him, loving the feel of his dick pressing into me.
“That feels incredible,” I sigh, feeling giddy.
I’m trying to stay awake, but my eyes grow heavier until eventually, I fall asleep.