Page 32 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

He grunted in response, and in satisfaction.

“Did that feel good, honey?” In a haze, all I could do was nod my head while he dipped his head to capture my lips once more.

But it lasted entirely too short because after his tongue danced with mine for what felt like only a heart beat, he pulled back.

“That was a mini orgasm. And that’s just one of the many, many ways that I can give you pleasure. Do you want more?”

He looked at me like I’d never been looked at before. Revered. Cherished. Seen!

“What about you?’ I managed but it sounded like I had marbles in my mouth due to still not having function in all my extremities.

He ever-so-slightly shook his head in a no before whispering to me, “Not yet. Right now is all about you, honey.”

He smiled at me as he lowered his head once more, this time his mouth captured my nipple through my thin layers that kept the semblance of barriers between us. And then he sucked like no one had ever sucked before.

I moaned out in euphoria, while my head thrashed from left to right and my fingers threaded through his messy hair.

He then kissed my sternum before placing a most gentle kiss to the obvious hard nipple that had been neglected up until now.

“How about we give this one some much-needed attention, too? Hmm?” he said as he circled his tongue around the very tip of my nipple which was so visibly hard despite the layers.

“You know…” he began. “This would feel so much better without this fabric between us.” He said the last part as he began pulling up the hem of my T-shirt. He didn’t have to worry about me fighting him on removing it, because I couldn’t wait to get rid of the offending fabric.

I lifted up to my elbows as he made quick work of it, pulling it over my head and as I got it free of my hands. Nicholas’ hands were on my back, unhooking my bra with such confidence and familiarity.

He pulled the bra down my arms and flung it behind him in one swift move, capturing my lips once more and leading me to lay down yet again.

He thrust into me more forcefully as his fingertips once again danced down my torso.

His right hand cupped my breast and massaged it, before pulling my nipple into a tight peak.

His left hand was on his cock, pumping it, bumping into my covered pussy lips that were weeping for him. A man that I barely knew. Yet, here I was: topless, laying flat on my back, fully encompassed by him, and ready to surrender my everything to him.

His left hand cupped my pussy, while his thumb massaged tight circles over my clit.

I tilted my head back on a gasp, and he moved to capture my right breast in his mouth where he bit down on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and that had me viciously gasping.

He released the oversensitized tight bud, blew his breath over it which felt chilled because I was bared and exposed.

He then open-mouth kissed my nipple before licking it, twirling his tongue around the peak and again capturing it with his teeth.

If I hadn’t heard myself scream into the huge cavern of the open studio space, I never would have believed a soul if they told me.

I’d never in my life screamed in such pleasure.

In fact, in my somewhat limited sexual experience, I’d never really been a very vocal partner save for a moan here or there.

But with Nicholas, apparently I was a screamer.

When my scream registered, I felt him growl which echoed through every fiber of my being.

His left hand had continued to tease me and his own erection during this, but my right hand had made its way between us and as his long and thorough fingers continued to circle my clit and thrust against my covered opening, my fingers deftly grasped his girthy cock.

I hesitated for a moment when I touched his piercings.

Registering my hesitation, his hand found mine.

He closed his fist over mine, which made my grip on his cock tighter.

He then gently guided me to stroke him up, down, up and down all while I felt the vibrations of a growl from deep within his body.

Once he felt that my hand had steadied along with my strokes, he returned his expert fingers to circling my clit.

The head of his cock was as smooth as velvet, leaking deliciously creamy pre-cum all over and helping me to lubricate my stroking as well as his piercings.

At first the piercings felt odd to me and had me hesitating, but after I stroked him once-twice-three times, I realized how they worked.

I felt how smooth they were and how they moved with our joined bodies and thrusts.

I couldn’t help but desperately wonder what they’d do to my insides.

“Does it hurt?” I gasped out.

He moaned in response as he licked my breast again.

“Nu-uh, honey. You’re doing it perfectly,” he reassured me and then he growled as I squeezed his head.

“Mmm, yeah, just like that.” He then made his way up my chest, leaving in its wake kisses and licks, up my neck where he sucked on the very sensitive space where my neck and shoulder met.

I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.

When he reached my face, he kissed my jaw and placed a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back and looking down at me.

He then smiled as he looked down at our bodies to where our hands were busy pleasuring one another.

“Look how perfect we are, Scottie,” he breathed out in a strained voice.

He moaned again, his forehead finding mine, “So fucking perfect.”

He then danced his fingers on his right arm up my torso and down my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine as he took my arm hostage, moving it up above my head.

“Keep it here,” he commanded me. His head flicked up to where our joined hands were, and as his fingers released mine I saw his mischievous grin.

“Do you trust me?” he asked as his hand began to dance down my arm.

I quickly nodded. “Good. That’s good. Because I think we could use this little toy here,” he said as he presented me with his right hand in front of my face where he held an artist’s paint brush that had fat and cylindrical bristles.

Recognizing the type of brush it was, I immediately realized it as one of the softest brushes available in this series of brushes.

I gave him a cheeky smile. “And whatever will we do with that?”

He brushed the bristles down very slowly from behind my ear, down my neck, bringing it up to my sternum and down the valley of my breasts before circling my oversensitive nipple with it. He made sure to have the bristles go over my tender nipple like a ghost’s kiss, barely there.

I arched my back in response. “I think next time we should get some edible paint, if there is even such a thing, because I’d happily paint your entire body and then lick every square inch of it clean,” he stated as he licked the column of my neck.

I yet again squeezed the head of his cock, which had him groaning out in pained pleasure as he leaned his forehead to my sternum so he could compose himself. “You’re my undoing, honey.” He whispered before placing a chaste kiss between my breasts.

“Can I paint this pussy?” he asked me as he bruisingly pushed his thumb down on my clit.

“Paint my pussy?” I stammered, not understanding his question.

“Yeah, honey. Paint it. Paint every part of it in my cum… unless you’re ready to take this further?

I just thought…” he hesitated, his eyes finding mine.

“I just don’t want to rush this. I want this to be perfect.

I want us to take our time, exploring each other.

Getting to know each other. Getting to know each other’s bodies as well as desires and pleasures.

And I want our first time to be special. ” He said it in such a vulnerable way.

“Even though I’m literally dying to be inside you right now - painfully so - I’d love to have it be a little more romantic than this,” he chuckled and I just found myself smiling at him in return.

“Painting me in your cum isn’t your idea of romantic?” I teased him.

He let out a full-body laugh at that, before letting out a loud groan because I stroked him from root to tip and squeezed his tip as a final move, which I’d learned he really enjoyed. “Fuck, Scottie! You’re going to be the death of me. No doubt about it.”

He groaned again as my thumb stroked the tip, separating his small slit. “Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he moaned and bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “You keep that up and I won’t be able to hold back anymore and I’ll have to take you right here.”

I realized that I quite literally had this beautiful, sexy man at my mercy.

I was quite obviously unraveling him because he was barely holding on by a thread right now.

He was asking for my mercy by letting him cum on me, because his sincere words about how perfect he wanted our first time to be felt precious.

Not wanting to strip him of some preconceived plans, I said, “Paint my pussy in every shade of your cum, Nicholas.”

His head snapped up as he looked at me and the smile that graced his lips was like pure glee. “You are making my every fantasy come true, Scottie. Let me get this little cunt ready first, okay?”

“And how do you propose we do that?” I asked cheekily, playing along with our little game.

His hands found the waistband of my leggings and in one swift move he tugged them off. “She needs to come first, and hard,” he stated simply, as if it were obvious.

An “oh” whooshed out of me, but I didn’t have much time because my legs were thrown over his shoulders and his mouth was on my oversensitive and dripping lower lips. My hands and fingers found the top of his head and gripped his hair - not for control or to stop him, but to ground me.

Because I was floating.

This man had me in some other universe, floating in euphoria.

Another scream registered to my ears as my throat burned from letting it out.