Paper Trails 2 | Draft

34.

⚠️⚠️ sex.

He'd picked me up from the chair, held me up by my ass, and carried me back inside the room like a weighed nothing. All while his tongue explored my mouth. I cupped his jaw, deepening our kiss. A gut-like sound came from the back of his throat and he backed up towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the edge and he was sitting down with me straddling him. I only had control for a moment, before he took over, kissing me torturously slow.

He was excited. He told me he wanted to fuck me with just this kiss, but if that wasn't anything to go by, I still had his rock hard dick straining in his pants to remind me. He wasn't the only one who was excited. I'd given him something to relieve himself earlier, and was too proud (and too annoyed) to let him return the favor, but the ache between my thighs was becoming more apparent, and I didn't care about pride anymore.

I wanted him.

I tried to regain control, but Nic was having none of it. One hand left a cheek to go to my hair and roughly pull my head back, breaking our kiss so he could lick, bite, and suck on my neck. The air was heavy with my breathing. My chest rose and fell dramatically and my eyes nearly rolled back when he found the sensitive spot right under my earlobe. I bit my lip. Hard. But the pain didn't register until he pulled back and his gaze met mine again. Then I felt the sting, and then it was gone just as quickly as it came because his lips were attacking mine again.

I ground myself against him, frantic for any kind of relief. But he would not let me have control. He'd die before I did. His hands gripped my hips, stilling my movements. I let out a frustrated whine into the kiss and he grinned against my lips, our teeth clashing for a moment because he couldn't help but chuckle.

I pulled back and my hands went to his shirt, struggling to unbutton it. After two whole seconds, I impatiently tugged it apart. The buttons snapped and scattered. We barely noticed. His chest was warm underneath my hand. I dragged my nails down his skin, and he caught my earlobe between his teeth before he gently pushed me back, making me stand. His hands went to the hem of my shirt and he pulled it up over my head, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw I opted for not wearing a bra.

Immediately, my nipple was in his mouth. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out and used my hands to shove my pajama pants down, kicking them off and away.

We fell back on the bed. I was, once again, straddling him. While one breast was being tended to by his mouth, the other was being toyed with by his fingers. His thumb gently rolled around my nipple, causing it to perk and harden under his touch.

I was back to grinding against him.

This time, he let me. With just my panties and his pants between us, I was able to feel him a bit better. It wasn't enough, but it would do for now. His tongue continued its assault on my breasts as my grinding became more insistent, my hips rolling so I could feel as much of him as possible. He was so hard his pants left little to the imagination.

My hands went to his chest and I pushed him back until he was laying down completely with only his legs hanging over the side of the bed. My hand went to his pants and I quickly unfastened them and pulled them down, just enough so his dick wasn't strained by the zipper.

Now the only thing between us was our underwear. Using my hands on his chest to support myself, I continued the rhythmic dry-hump pace I'd started. His hands went behind his head and he watched me with lust-filled eyes as I used him for my own pleasure.