Page 55 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

NICK SOBA

S cottie’s car pulled up the driveway and I immediately had a smile on my face as I saw her approaching.

I of course knew she was headed back to our house. I watched the little dot move across my screen as she moved across town, getting closer and closer to the house.

What I didn’t know is why she’d been at the hospital. When I saw that an hour ago, I had to stop myself from running to the car and driving straight over to wherever the hell she was.

I had my shoes on, but stopped myself to send her a text. It’d been a quick “check-in / I miss you” text and she’d replied immediately saying she was running some errands and she missed me too, that she’d be at the house in less than an hour. She’d then asked if I needed anything from the grocery.

Her response calmed some of my panic, at least she wasn’t in the ER and unresponsive or something. Which had reminded me, I needed her to make me her emergency contact.

Something I needed to happen sooner than later.

As I watched her from the kitchen window, she was still sitting in her car with her head resting back on the headrest with her eyes closed. When I saw her swipe a tear away, I was immediately out the door.

“Hey honey, what are you doing out here?” I said as I leaned into her open passenger side window.

She must have had her eyes closed still because I startled her.

As she turned to face me I immediately saw her tear-stained cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” The panic in my voice immediate and evident.

I was tearing open the door and looked her up and down in my haste.

“I’m fine, Nicholas,” she quickly said and sniffled.

“You’re crying. No. You’re not fine . Are you hurt?” Then my expression hardened. “Did some one hurt you?”

I was seeing red.

The possibility of someone hurting her had me feeling unhinged and borderline stabby. Was it one of the paparazzi or reporters who would try to follow her on occasion? Someone at school? Did someone fucking say something to her and hurt her feelings?

She started chuckling. “Nicholas, calm down! Sheesh. I’m totally fine. I’m just … emotional. But otherwise I’m fine.”

I relaxed by a fraction. She then unbuckled her seatbelt and started getting out of the car. I quickly retreated back out of the passenger side, closed the door and rounded the hood to meet her.

“Why are you emotional? What’s wrong?” I implored her while I took her in my arms, engulfing her entire frame and kissing the crown of her head. “Tell me. I’ll make it better.” I told her honestly because I’d burn down the entire world for her.

Her arms snaked around my torso as she took a deep inhale of me and I felt her body visibly relax. As I kissed the crown of her head again she chuckled. “If only you could make this all better,” she mumbled to herself, but I heard it.

“What does that mean? I will make everything better for you Scottie, just tell me, and consider it done.”

She leaned back slightly but I didn’t give her much space to move.

There was no way I was going to let go of her.

She tipped her head back so she could look up at me.

“I know, you crazy man, you’ve got a heart of gold and would do anything.

But there are some things that are even out of your control. ”

“Not likely,” I replied. “Try me.”

She bit her lip, to which I leaned forward and nipped at her lips.

“Stop biting them. Only I can do that,” I said as I began kissing her in earnest. Before long I’d bent down at the knees so I could cup her ass in my hands and lift her into my arms. She knew by now what to do and wrapped her legs around my waist.

My tongue played with hers and I tried to be gentle, I really did, but I was honestly feral for her. I desperately wanted to devour her.

We were both starting to pant when she leaned her head back for purchase, only for me to follow her and start kissing her all over again.

Who needed air when you had Scottie Anderson’s lips on yours? Air was overrated anyway.

After another few minutes where I deepened our kiss even more, she placed both her hands on my face and held it still while she pulled back. I desperately leaned forward, attempting to again follow her, but she just laughed.

“Easy boy. We have plenty of time.”

“Be that as it may, you’ve been gone too long and I need you,” I told her as I pushed her back up against the side of the house and pushed my pelvis into hers, letting her feel how hard she’d made me.

To be honest, I’d been hard since I saw her pull into the driveway. Only to be made worse the moment my lips began devouring hers.

I thrust into her in a perfect rhythm only for her to respond with a pained expression on her face, her hands dropping to my shoulders.

“You feel what you do to me?” I asked her while her head fell back to the siding of the house, only exposing her neck to me by so doing. I didn’t waste a minute and immediately started kissing down her neck and devouring her, making her moan louder.

Her hips moved in rhythm with mine. I had my one hand on her ass, holding her up.

My fingers inched their way to her most intimate part as I gently applied pressure and my fingers drew circles, enhancing the sensation.

My other hand had snaked up her torso and I began kneading her breast. It didn’t take much of that to feel her hardened nipple, the nipples that had become my lifeline.

I loved nothing more than to suckle on them. They were divine. All made better by the fact that Scottie’s nipples were so sensitive and she was so responsive to my every tweak, grope, lick and sucking action. Playtime with Scottie was my absolute favorite.

I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which caused her to gasp. That action had her arching her back and lifting her body further into me, her breast closer to my face where I was still kissing her neck, and I quickly replaced my hand with my mouth.

Sadly her T-shirt and bra were a barrier, but I didn’t let that stop me.

I sucked her nipple so hard through the cloth barriers that she began chanting, “Nic…Nichol…oh my gawdddd. Nicholas! Oh, oh…”

I had managed to completely splay my hand out on her ass, and position two of my fingers right over her most sacred hole.

Up until now I had been gently applying pressure to it, or as best I could through her jeans.

But when she started chanting my name, calling me God, I pumped my two fingers into her back hole while I doubled down my efforts on her nipple.

With the free hand I had since replacing my mouth with it, I had gently placed my fingers around the front of her neck.

But when she gasped again, her head facing skyward, it exposed her neck to me even further. With that opportunity up for the taking, I applied gentle pressure to her throat.

Some referred to it as a hand necklace, I just considered it an opportunity to provide even more pleasure.

This caused her to moan even louder, which had me about to lose my goddamn mind!

I couldn’t take it any longer.

I had so much pre-ejaculate leaking from the tip of my hardened cock that I wouldn’t be surprised if the front of my shorts were drenched. Well, it wasn’t really a question because I could feel Scottie dripping through her jeans.

In a hasty move I released her nipple, only to see a huge wet spot from me literally salivating over her breast. With my hand on her throat, I angled her face to mine and sucked her tongue into my mouth while I adjusted my grasp on her.

We were on the move.

I was so desperate for her and couldn’t take a second longer without being inside her.

I hastily moved through the front door and went for the closest flat surface. Sure, the floor could have been an option, but Scottie deserved better than that.

The kitchen island would have to suffice.

I gently laid her down on it, kissing down her body while both of my hands moved to the neckline of her T-shirt.

We were both panting so hard, desperately trying to catch our breaths. My chest heaved for oxygen, and hers did too, but when she did it, her breasts rose with each intake.

Our eyes locked and I gave her a cheeky grin as I ripped open her T-shirt from the neckline all the way down to the hem.

She let out a surprised little shriek in shock and was about to say my name, I just knew she was, but I quickly captured her lips again while I hastily pushed my shorts and underwear down, kicking them away once they’d pooled around my ankles.

Next I went straight for her jeans. I couldn’t be bothered with the button or zipper. Fortunately they were kind of loose-fitting because I just pulled them right down. While doing so, I had to release her lips. But she didn’t protest. She was too out of breath.

But what a sight before me!

Her T-shirt was torn open, displaying her bra-covered breasts (which was temporary) like the most anticipated Christmas present, her jeans hanging precariously from her ankles.

I leaned down slightly to pull her sneaker off, to then pull her jeans off the rest of the way. When I did I grinned at her. Before long my smile turned devilish as her head lolled to the side to follow my movements.

“You’re a dangerous, dangerous man, Nicholas,” she said.

I just smiled wider. “Depends on perspective,” I replied.

“The only thing in danger right now though is that bra, because it’s about to end up the same way as that T-shirt.

Torn and sorry looking. Speaking of…” I didn’t finish my sentence as my fingers gripped her underwear and tore them straight off her body.

“There, much better. Now…” I began as I stared at her bra, like a predator stalking its prey.

I wasn’t able to finish as Scottie stammered, “This is my favorite bra, and it’s expensive, don’t you dare rip this!”

“Honey, I’ll buy you one hundred more. I don’t give one iota of shit. Get that thing off my body, because this body belongs to me. And I want to see all of it. Naked. Ready for me to take.”

“How about you just help me?” She said as she gave me the most devilish look.

I positioned myself between her legs where she laid all displayed out for me on the kitchen island like the biggest feast a man could ever want.

“You’re the smartest person I know. You’re right, I could do that,” I said as I leaned down and began kissing up Scottie’s right inner thigh. Kissing, nipping, biting - it was all the same.

When I came to her center, I knew she expected me to kiss her there too.

But I loved keeping her on her toes. Instead of kissing her I blew a heavy breath’s worth of air onto her dripping cunt.

She hummed out her pleasure and I cast my glance upward only to see her reclining back on her elbows so she could fully watch me.

I grinned.

Before she could react, I removed the slight distance between my mouth and her glorious cunt. In one deliberate move, I licked her from asshole to clit. Her breath catching yet again. I sucked her clit into my mouth, expertly playing with it with my tongue while I applied suction.

Before she could get used to it, I lapped up her cream and moaned. I then speared my tongue as I rimmed her opening. Always wanting to keep her guessing, I dove my tongue into her opening. Once. Twice. Three times.

I then flattened my tongue, licking her yet again from her most intimate ring to her clit, sucking her clit into my mouth yet again like the most delicious pudding cup I’d ever eaten.

She was panting while her legs were shaking.

I grinned into her pussy lips. “Mmm. I’d say the kitty likes it when I play with her. She purrs so nicely for me.” I then turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, before rising and kissing right above her mound, then her lower stomach.

“Get that fucking bra off your glorious tits, unless you want me to tear it off. Nothing will keep you hidden from me. This is all mine, for my eyes only. For only me to touch. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Oh fuck it, Nicholas. Tear the fucking thing off me.”