Good Girl Gone Wild: When Lust Turns to Passion... (Good and Wild) (5 page)

She
looked up at Nick, who was watching her with smoldering eyes, and felt a
responding quiver between her legs. She sighed as he pushed his hips forward,
and she could see that his briefs were darkened by some moisture. She pulled
down his briefs with some urgency, and at last she saw it. Her mouth watered at
his size, and she saw a drop of clear fluid forming at the tip. She snaked out
her tongue to lick it off and Nick grabbed her head on both sides, making a
guttural sound deep in his throat. She opened her mouth and accepted the shaft
into her mouth, tasting him, exploring every groove and crenellation with her
tongue, flicking the smooth helmet with quick darts like licking ice cream. His
hands tightened on her hair, and there was pain, but it also increased her
excitement, and as he guided her, she stroked his manhood with her mouth at an
increasing rate until he gasped and pulled away.

Christine
protested, grabbing his ass to bring him back within sucking distance, but he
resisted. “If we don’t stop now, I’m going to come,” he warned her, pushing her
down so she was reclining on the settee. “Your turn,” Nick said breathing hard,
his manhood pulsing steadily. He eased her panties off, kissing and nipping the
inside of her thighs. Christine moaned at each nip, but eager for that first
touch in the most private part of her body, hot and pulsing like his erection,
but Nick seemed to be teasing her, touching and licking everything but there.

“Oh,
please,” she moaned, pulling at his hair. “Nick, please.”

Nick
relented, breathing in the peculiar scent of her sex that was both musky and
heady as he darted his own tongue into the slit, her pubic hair tickling his
nose, and felt his manhood surge up at the sound of her muffled whimper. She
was very wet, and he wanted to be inside her very badly.

“Nick!”
she whisper-screamed, tugging at his shirt, which was still on. “I can’t stand
it! Please, please! I want you inside me now!”

“If
I go in now, I’ll come,” he groaned, straining against his rising climax.

“Oh,
please,” she panted. “I’m going out of my mind! You have to take me now!”

Nick
gave in, not sure how long he could control himself. He fumbled a little in his
haste, lifting her legs so that he could get between them. He penetrated her,
and oh! the exquisite tightness and warmth! Christine stiffened as he slipped
in, squeezing his waist between her legs as he drove in deeper, and she bit her
lip to stifle her cry of pleasure, her hips bucking in rhythm to match the
pistoning movement of his hips. His fell forward and his chest was crushing her
breast. She could hardly breathe, but this just heightened her pleasure.

Christine
shuddered as spasms radiated from her sex throughout her body just as Nick
stifled his own cries of release into her neck. Christine felt heat pour into
her as he bucked twice, and felt deep satisfaction at his fulfillment. Finally,
the tautness left Nick’s body and he collapsed fully against her. Christine
savored his warmth, and she felt she could stay there forever, never mind that
she couldn’t breathe. After a moment, though, he raised himself on his hands
and smiled down at her. She gave him a dreamy smile, stretching luxuriously and
all but purring.

“You
are something else,” he said wonderingly, reliving the feel of her skin under his
hands, and the silky tautness of her thighs wrapped around his torso, and incredibly
felt himself stirring again inside her. He withdrew gently, wincing as his
shaft slipped past her opening.

“I
just had to have you,” Christine admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about
you.”

“Me
too,” he said, grinning wickedly. “But I sure didn’t think I’d get lucky
tonight. Can I tell you something?”

Christine
nodded, thinking of how she had donned the black underwear she had bought on
the sly that day with just this result in mind.

“I—er,
jerked off before I came over,” he confessed, blushing adorably. “I was afraid
I might lose control if I didn’t, I wanted you so much. Boy, was that a waste
of time!” She gave a little laugh.

“You’re
so funny. I would have been
very
disappointed if you had been—er, too
spent .” She paused, then said quietly, tracing his collar bone with her
fingertip, not looking at him, “I thought you didn’t want me, earlier.”

Nick
shook his head, lifting himself up so he could see her better, watching her
lashes sweep against her cheek. “I wanted to fuck you so badly, I was afraid
you’d think I was a pig if you felt how hard I was getting just having you
close. After all, it’s our first date.”

Christine
looked at him then, her eyes troubled. “I know, and I wouldn’t blame you if you
assume I always have sex on the first date. But I don’t. This is a first for
me.”

Nick
nodded. “I believe you. But tell me…” he hesitated, wondering if it sounded
weird to ask.

She
raised herself up on her elbows to signify attention, oblivious to the fact
that it pushed her full breast up higher. Nick was not; he looked down
involuntarily, and cupped one in his hand. Christine immediately forgot what
she was going to say, closing her eyes as he started rubbing her nipple, “Mmmm,
I like you touching me.”

Nick
kneaded the mound of flesh, feeling her squirm against him, and he felt the
heat coming from her sex. “Oh, baby, you are so hot!” He inserted a finger to
feel her heat, and she was very wet indeed, and very tight.

“Ooohhh,
Nick,” she whimpered, reaching down to stroke him, cupping his balls, tugging
gently as she moved against his hand.  Nick groaned, a guttural sound deep in
his smooth chest that sounded totally primal. “Take me,” she begged, spreading
her legs. Instead of surging up, he moved down, plunging his tongue into her
sex, lapping at her clitoris like he was dying of thirst and she was the only
water hole. Christine stopped breathing, squeezing her eyes tight as wave after
wave of pleasure crashed into her consciousness at his questing tongue. He
wiggled his tongue from side to side, feeling her wet ooze over his tongue,
salty and sweet, and he took her clit between his lips and sucked.

Christine
moaned, clamping both hands on either side of his head, holding him off before
he killed her with unbearable pleasure. “Oh, God, Nick, what are you doing!”
she shrieked breathlessly, bucking involuntarily as her orgasm took over her
body, and Nick quickly got up and slipped into her as she climaxed, gritting
his teeth against the muscle spasms that pulled at his shaft with devastating
effect. He felt himself tip over the edge and he ejaculated with an agonized
grunt, spilling it all into her, cords of muscle standing clearly against his
neck as he panted over her.

Christine
waited for the twitching of her thighs to stop, eyes closed, her breathing
shallow and her body glistening with sweat. She felt Nick move, and as she
opened her eyes he gathered her into his arms, spooning with her so they would
fit into the settee. She smiled.

“We’re
getting the sofa all sweaty,” she pointed out, snuggling deeper into him, her
ass wiggling against his stomach.

“Bad
girl,” he said lazily, placing a hand on her hip to stop their movement. “I’m
not Superman, you know. Two’s my limit.”

Christine
sighed in mock disappointment, giggling as he lightly slapped her bottom. “You
wanted to ask me something,” she reminded him after a minute of sated silence.

She
could feel rather than see him frown, and craned her neck around to peer at
him. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re
not a virgin, are you?” he said abruptly, as if the question embarrassed him.

Christine
shook her head, mystified. “No, Why? Does it make a difference?”

“No,”
he said at once. “You’re 24, I wouldn’t have expected you to be. But…you were
so tight…I thought you might have been.” Another silence.

“Maybe
because you’re just the second man I’ve ever been with,” Christine said
quietly, settling back down.

Nick
raised his head to look down at her profile, surprised. “The second? No kidding?”

Christine
nodded, feeling oddly deflated. Put like that, it did sound kind of pathetic.
She shrugged. “It just never came my way much, I guess.” She started at his
shout of laughter.

“You
really are something else,” he said, hugging her to him tightly.

They
walked out of the restaurant hand in hand, and not by a look or gesture did
their waiter indicate that he was aware that anything unusual had happened in
the room.

“I’m
sure they heard us,” Christine whispered, belatedly mortified now that she was
no longer strung up with sexual tension.

Nick
shook his head, grinning down at her as they made their way to his car. “The
room’s soundproof, didn’t I tell you?

Christine
socked his arm indignantly. “I nearly strangled myself in there, I was so
afraid they’d hear us and come running.”

“Nah,
I told them we were discussing something very serious, and didn’t want to be
disturbed,” he showed her a solemn face, and cracked up at her expression. This
made her laugh along, and they drove back in great good humor.

As
they were going up the stairs, Christine stopped suddenly, a look of
consternation on her face.

“What?”
he asked quickly.

“I
don’t know your last name!” she slapped her forehead so comically that Nick
gave a loud crack of laughter. She clapped a hand to his mouth, giggling.

“Shhh!
We have neighbors, you know!”

“It’s
St. Claire,” he mumbled against her hand, eyes twinkling.

“Nicholas
St. Claire?” Christine asked, brow furrowed. A wary look came into his eyes,
but he nodded, still smiling. Her brow cleared. “I thought so. It’s either that
or Dominic, and I like Nicholas best.”

“I’m
so glad,” he intoned solemnly, earning himself another punch in the arm.

“You
want to come in?” she asked as they got to her apartment. Nick shook his head.

“I’m
beat,” he said, twinkling at her. “I need to rest my weary bones.”

Christine
nodded, grinning roguishly. “Okay, hotshot, go get some sleep. Thanks for
dinner…and dessert.” She winked at him as she opened her door.

“Wait,”
Nick said, a hand to the door. “Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”

Christine
glided up to him, planting a soft kiss on his beautifully firm lips. “I really
enjoyed myself, Nick,” she said softly. “Thanks.”

“When
can I see you again?” he asked huskily, his nerves jumping at the
almost-non-kiss more than it would have at a passionate one. Christine felt a
glad warming in her heart.
He wants to see me again!
she hugged herself.

“Give
me a call,” she said, keeping her tone light, and made to go inside. She poked
her head out again, wearing a mock stern face and said “No restaurants this
time!” before closing it.

Lisa
was waiting up, as she expected, and she gave her a faithful account of her
date, leaving out a large chunk in the end.

“Did
you kiss him?” she asked eagerly, knowing how cautious Christine was about
physical contact.

Where?
Christine was tempted to
ask, and her eyes danced at the thought. “Yes, I did,” she said primly, “and it
was very nice.”

“So
are you seeing him again?” Lisa persisted, following Christine into the
bathroom. Christine shrugged around a mouthful of toothpaste.

“He’ll
call me,” she said indistinctly, gargling with a mouth full of water before
spitting.

“That’s
it?” Lisa asked disgustedly.

“What
do you want from me?” Christine protested, jumping into bed in her baby doll
pjs.

“I
want juicy details!”
Oh boy.

“It’s
a first date, gimme a break!” Christine rolled her eyes at her sister, who
looked suspicious.

“You,
dear sister, are hiding something from me. Do you even know his last name?” she
demanded, pounding her pillow into a more comfortable shape before flopping
down.

“St.
Claire,” Christine mumbled, already drifting off.

Lisa
bounded up. “Did you say St. Claire?”

“Uhum.”

“The
ones who own half the commercial buildings in the city, that St. Claire?” Lisa
demanded, poking her sister.

Christine
was exhausted, and she hardly heard what Lisa said, let alone understood it.
She mumbled something and knew no more.

Christine
woke up feeling deeply satisfied as she stretched luxuriously. Her first
thought was she could finally get some work done that day now that Nick’s face
wasn’t pushing everything out of her head. That morning would have been a
guaranteed grilling session with Lisa taking no prisoners, but she happened to
have a wedding cake she needed to finish decorating and deliver before 3 that
afternoon so she was far too busy to give Christine the third degree.

Christine
sat smugly cross-legged on her bed, her laptop opened to her favorite online
game for a few minutes of updating. She checked her email for new project
offers, and just noticed that she had several messages in her cell phone when
it tinged. There was also a missed call last night, the number unknown. She
replied to a couple of texts from her employer, just status updates, and came
to the first one from the unknown number. There were three from the same
number. She grinned as she read the first one, received last night: