The Deal (15 page)

“Baby, I want you so bad. You look fucking amazing in that dress, I just want to rip it off and fuck you so hard.”

I swivel around to face him and he has a glazed look in his eyes, hunger and lust fill them and I know I can't resist this side of Craig. He looks so animalistic when he drinks, like he would just take me on the dance floor, not caring who saw, only caring how much he needed in me. And if I was being honest, he could fuck me wherever he wanted to. I couldn't have given a shit at this moment in time either, I just know that I need him.

Slamming his lips to mine in a passionate clinch, his hands begin to wander over my body, his fingertips tracing over my breasts, causing me to gasp into his mouth, burning with heat at the slightest touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair in the way I know he loves and I smile into the all-consuming kiss when he groans. I pull myself closer to his body, wanting him on me, needing him on me. Right now, it's just Craig and I, no one else around and I have tunnel vision like you wouldn't believe. The only reason I come back to earth is when I see flashing lights behind the darkness of my lids. I pull away, both of us panting heavily and I lick his lips, accessing a moan from him.

“Let’s get out of here, baby. I need you now.”

I turn my head to get ready to tell the others we are leaving, but they are all stood watching us, phones in hands, smiles and smirks plastering their faces. I look to Craig, who bursts out laughing and swings an arm around my waist. Matt comes forward and flicks through the photos that he just took of Craig and I in our passionate clinch.

“Almost as good as porn,” he shouts into my ear, earning a punch on his arm in return, “You just need to do that without clothes on now and I would spend money watching that on pay-per-view...actually I could definitely film it for you.”

“If anyone is filming it, it's definitely not you. And who’s to say we haven't already filmed our own, hey?” I give him a wink and step around him to tell Kelsie we are going. She hugs me and I do my special handshake with Rob. I briefly hug the guys and Sophie and turn back towards Craig. His eyes are like the ocean at night, a beautiful dark blue, and I am ready to jump into the water without a second glance at the danger ahead.

I run my tongue over my top lip, biting my bottom and run a hand through my hair, shaking it out. His eyes haven't left mine and I can tell he's fucking me in the middle of this floor in his mind. Matt says something that I don't catch and I get pulled into Craig's arms. I place my hands on his chest and I can feel his heart beat doubling.

“Let's go, right now, Nic before I bend you over on this floor and just fuck you here.” That line is all it takes and I am pulling Craig along and out of the exit. Sod the fact we have been in the club not even an hour, I could not care less, I just need Craig to get rid of the aching between my legs. He spots a black cab across the road, and we run across the road, yanking opening the door and falling inside. I tell the driver our address before turning my attention back to my husband who pulls me up against his hard body. His hands thread into my hair, our lips mashing together in a kiss that is filled with hunger and want and everything else that is radiating from us both.

I scoot closer to Craig, letting my leg drape over his. One hand instantly lands upon my naked thigh and slowly inches its way higher until it's hidden underneath my dress. I run my hands through his hair and tug. I cannot get enough of this man. This man I have secretly loved since I was a teenager and now I have him, have him as a husband for eight more months. It may be the alcohol talking or the fact I am intoxicated by Craig's lips on mine, but fuck it, eight months is more than I will ever get again with him so I may as well make the most of it.

As Craig's hands inch closer up my thighs, I am pretty sure he can feel the heat coming from me, and as his finger slides inside my knickers, I grip my hands in his hair and pull back from the kiss. My eyes burn into his, and he is smirking. He moves his finger over my bud, causing electricity to surge through me and I bite my lip to keep the moan in check. I'm pretty damn sure the driver knows what is going on, but I'm also sure he's seen worse and if I wasn’t drunk and horny, I’d be embarrassed but I don't care, all I care about is Craig's fingers lightly drawing circles over my clit. The speed is killing me and the intensity is growing and I know he wants me to come before we get home so going slow then speeding up has always been his thing.

I lean my head on his shoulder, biting it when I feel him speed up and I know we are nearly home. I clenched my eyes shut and curl my hands into his top while the pleasure grows closer and closer. I want to shout out but I know I can't. I feel Craig kiss my hair and I swallow back a groan as the ripples of my orgasm rip through me. I know I am shaking in his arms while he makes me ride it out and as soon as I stop shaking, the taxi stops.

I pull away from Craig and swiftly get out of the taxi, leaving him to pay the fee. I try to make myself decent, but I am still achy between my legs, aching for Craig to slide into me and fill me up. I watch Craig get out of the cab, a smirk plastered on his face and he brings his finger up to lick off my juices. I just moan at the sight of him doing that. I can't take it any more, it's too much and I know it is for Craig because before I can say anything, I am being dragged towards the door and rushed up the stairs towards our flat.

***

“Jesus Christ, Nic.” Craig roughly chuckles. He's lying next to me as we both try to catch our breath. He trails a finger up and down my arm shooting goosebumps throughout my body. Drunk sex is definitely the best and we seem to always find new ways to surprise each other. Round three, yes three, has just finished but it still hasn’t extinguished my desire for him. So I’m left here, facing Craig wondering if he can handle another round right now. His eyes are closed, he has a content smile on his face and all I want to do it climb on top of him and ride him again.

Hmmm how long will it take him to get hard again?

“You blow my mind every time Craig. I've lost count on the amount of orgasms I've had,” I whisper.

Sweat is glistening on his chest making him look so delicious that I just want to lick his entire body. I bite my lip while I appreciate his nakedness. When I hear him chuckle, I drag my eyes up his body to meet his, “Baby, I would fuck you again, but I literally cannot move. You’ve worn me out. I’m broken.”

Straddling him, much to his surprise, I flick my hair to the side of my neck and run my hands down his body, pouting. My head is still a little fuzzy and what I am about to do would not be happening unless I had the buzz of alcohol running through me.

“Well if you’re broken, you can just watch me then,’ I say, innocent eyes shining down at him. His eyes run the course of my naked body sitting upon his and he reaches up to stroke across my stomach, causing me to giggle at the tickle of his fingers. A massive grin spreads across his face.

“And what exactly are you planning on doing, Mrs. Thomas?” He always makes me fluster up and my heart flutters when he calls me that, and now is no exception. I let out a little shiver, and I know Craig caught it so I smirk down at him and push his wild hair from his forehead.
I trail a finger down his jawline, relishing in the slight stubble he has going on before I lean forward to give him a short kiss, tearing myself away before I get too lost in his lips.

I straighten upon him and begin to run my fingers down my body, stopping to play with my nipples; pulling and tugging. I keep my eyes focused on Craig's, gorging his reaction to my touching. His eyes turn darker, his breath hitches and I can see his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.  Throwing my head back in a moan, I begin the trail down south to my destination, while one hand stays to play with my breast. Breathing heavily, my eyes focus on Craig's as I dip a finger inside of me, feeling just how wet and hot I still am, also filled to the brim full of Craig's cum. Gasping at that thought, I bite my lip and his eyes quickly change destination.

“Nic…” Craig groans. The pain masked with the husky tone sends shivers through me and I begin to move my finger over my clit, teasing myself and Craig in the process. We’ve both masturbated in front of each other before, but I've never sat upon him and pleasured myself.  I shoot a quick glance to find his hands clenched into the duvet, and I know just how hard it is to not touch me. It must be killing him.

“Uh…it feels so good.” I whisper, gradually quickening my movement over my clit. I'm panting at the sensation building deep inside me and I know I'm close to spilling over the edge. I'm finding it hard to breath, to swallow, and I know this orgasm is going to be stronger than the rest I've had tonight.

Moving my body in time with my finger, I press my hand to Craig's chest, to help myself balance due to the overpowering feel of teasing myself and I find his heart beating in time with my strokes. He is finding it hard to breathe, just fixated on my fingers. I know he's turned on to the maximum, the evidence is digging into my arse and it makes me smile to know that I haven't 'broken' him. He's still holding back and I love that I have this mesmerizing control over him at this moment in time. That he can't tear his eyes away from my fingers.

“Fuck, Nic, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. This is fucking hot” Craig stammers, trying to swallow at the sight of his wife masturbating on him. I can feel my juices dripping down my legs and onto Craig and it takes everything not to shudder at how much I love the sight of him glistening with my wetness smeared over him.

“Oh god, Craig. Fuck, I’m getting so close.” I gasp out, feeling the butterflies in my stomach gather closer together. I begin to move my finger faster over my bud, my body grinding along, wanting and needing to push myself over to the edge of ecstasy.

Panting at every touch, my eyes are clenched shut and my head is bowed forward. I hear Craig groan and feel another finger slip inside to join mine. Flicking my head back up, eyes open, he pushes my hand from my pussy, overtaking my work. His eyes bore into mine and his skilled fingers bring me to the brink. I clench my fingers into his thighs, leaning backwards to give him full access and although I want to watch his fingers slip in and out of me, I can't tear my eyes away from his. His dangerous blue orbs burning into mine.

“Oh f-fuck, Craig, fuck, uhhhhh,” I scream as one final flick sends me over the edge. I hold my breath and when the sensation is too much I moan, briefly closing my eyes before returning them to Craig. A quivering mess above him, he makes me ride out my orgasm and I feel my wetness all over my legs, dripping freely from me. I can hear and feel him breathing heavily beneath me and my breath matches his. I loosen my grip on his thighs and he helps me sit up straighter on him while I calm myself down.

While I come back to earth, Craig slips his finger out of me and sucks it in his mouth, keeping his eyes on me while he cleans up. Watching him lick my juices instantly turns my stomach to jelly and I place my own juiced finger in my mouth and suck along. Darkness overcomes his eyes, and in an instant I am flat on my back with Craig slamming himself inside me. We both groan loudly at the feel of him inside my wet core for a forth time that night and I can never get enough of feeling him buried deep inside of me. My muscles clench around his cock, squeezing him and milking him for everything he has.

Driving in and out of me, I grip the metal headboard and try to match his fast and hard rhythm failing when he becomes manic in his movements. I choke out incoherent words, and I know tomorrow I will be an aching but satisfied wife who will be shuffling from place to place but right now, I am relishing in the way he is pounding me, and the roughness of his movements is only taking me closer to another orgasm.

Hunger graces his features and after a few more plunges, he shouts my name as he comes, and as soon as I feel him spurt inside of me, I tense up, shuddering and writhing from another wrath of ecstasy overcoming me.

Craig slows down his movements while I proceed to milk him of every last drop, loving the feel of his seed deep inside of me, marking me as his. I move my eyes to his face and smile, a sexy grin appearing on his. He pushes my hair off my face and kisses it all over. I unlock my legs from around his back and he pulls out of me with a soft groan, wrapping his arms around me as he does. I cuddle up into him and place a single kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Broken my ass.” I whisper, feeling him break out into a soft chuckle. Craig turns his head to meet mine, shaking his head.

“Well when your wife is touching herself on top of you, you can’t help but become hard that you just have to fuck her again.” He confesses, entwining our fingers. “Fucking hell, Nic, it was the hottest thing I have ever seen and you taste so fucking good.” He puts the finger back in his mouth and sucks it some more.

“Please stop, because I will get turned on again.” I plead, having to close my eyes at the sight of him.

I hear him pop his finger out of his mouth and feel him move behind him, taking me with him slightly before his hands are back on my pussy, but this time he cleans me up with a couple of tissues. Still sensitive from the last orgasm, I hold my breath whilst he cleans away the mixed juices and disregards them in the bin under his bedside table. We lay embraced together in silence for what seems like hours, and it's only when I hear my phone go off in spurts that I detangle myself from Craig and go searching for my bag. I moan at the fuzziness roaming around inside my head and the glaring of the light above us. I pick up Craig's shirt, placing it over my head and stumble into the living room, sure that is where I left my bag.