Chapter 9

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My back was pressed to the wall, his body against mine. He kissed me quickly, moving his hands up my thighs, sliding my dress up over my ass. I laced my fingers behind his neck, moaning into his mouth as we made out. My lips parted just enough for him to slide his tongue inside. Nick's fingers found their way beneath the thin elastic band of my panties and tugged them down a few inches. I pulled him closer, biting his bottom lip.

"You're driving me crazy," he moaned.

Wetness instantly pooled between my legs at his words.

He broke the kiss and grabbed my hand, dragging me with him toward his dining room. He backed me up against the dark cherry dining table with a smirk and his hands found that same spot on my hips underneath my dress as his lips began a trail of kisses over my cheek and jawline, down to my neck, sucking softly and nibbling on my earlobe. He kissed my collarbone, my shoulder, and the top of my chest, briefly pausing like he was asking permission to take it further. When I didn't protest, Nick took that as the okay to proceed.

He glanced down between our bodies, contemplating his next move before sinking to his knees as he dragged my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside and Nick slid my dress up to my stomach, exposing my lower half. He placed a kiss on my stomach, followed by another on my hipbone.

I moaned as he spread my legs further apart, placing sloppy wet kisses on my inner thighs. I counted seven altogether before he stopped, looking up at me through those gorgeous messy bangs again, checking that it was alright to keep going. I nodded, needing him so badly. My breathing grew uneven as he kissed my thighs twice more and then finally licked a long, slow line over my slit, drawing a deep, begging moan from my lips.

His hands stayed on my thighs, thumbs massaging my skin in circles while he looked up at me lustfully. The tip of his tongue slowly swirled around my clit, occasionally flicking over it. His hot breath on my skin made me shiver. He continued to suck and nibble on my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body when his teeth lightly grazed over it. I felt one of his hands leave my leg and I had to grip the table for support when I felt his finger probing my entrance.

"Oh god," I moaned.

I was panting, writhing with pleasure as Nick fingered me. The fact that he kept eye contact while his face was between my thighs made it all the more erotic.

He groaned in pleasure and the vibrations sent me into Wonderland. His finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy, making me wetter by the second until I almost couldn't take it anymore.

Right when I made it to the edge about to dive over, he stopped. I whimpered when I felt his hands and mouth leave my body. He suddenly stood up and kissed me deeply, passionately. I could taste myself on his lips and that turned me on even more.

"You taste amazing." Nick stroked my ego.

I stared into his gorgeous brown eyes, searching for one tiny reason why I shouldn't stay the night with this man. I couldn't find one.

Derek had never used his mouth on me the way Nick just had. No one had ever made me feel so exposed and protected and possessed all at once the way Nick just had. I yearned to feel that high again, to come at his mercy with his fingers, tongue, cock inside me. Again, and again, and again. I wanted him to do it again and I didn't want him to stop until I was spent.

"You can't imagine how badly I want you," Nick whispered in my ear, his breath teasing my neck. He pressed a simple soft kiss right below my ear.

"I want you, too," I breathed. I could feel the dampness between my legs increasing with each second that ticked by.

Next thing I knew, we were racing up the stairs to his bedroom hand in hand. As soon as we reached the room, Nick closed the door, pushing me against it and grinding his lower half against mine. He urgently kissed me, lacing our fingers and pinning my hands above my head. He bit my bottom lip, groaning in a way that sent shockwaves to my core. Against my stomach I could feel his cock, hard in his slacks. His hands left mine and slid down my body, gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me up as I clung to his shoulders. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he walked us toward the bed, never breaking our kiss until he reached his destination.

He lowered me onto the edge of the bed and grasped the bottom of my dress, pulling it up over my head. Just like the night before, I wasn't wearing a bra with this dress. This made Nick's job a lot easier, although I was confident he was highly skilled in the unclasping of a bra. He tossed my dress to the side and I stood in front of him, completely naked.

"You're breathtaking," he whispered and pulled me into a long, passionate kiss.

My hands went straight to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning the thin piece of white clothing as he continued to kiss me. He broke our kiss only for a moment to shrug off his shirt, revealing his sexy, toned muscles. My hands slid down his chest to his abdomen while our tongues wrestled for dominance. He moaned into my mouth when my fingers brushed over the neatly groomed trail of dark hair that disappeared into his pants. I slid my hands further down to his belt buckle, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his slacks. I slowly pulled the zipper down and then tugged at his pants, pulling them down a few inches to reveal the top of his black boxers.

Nick stepped back, yanking his slacks off and throwing them on the floor beside the bed. He placed his hands on my waist, pushing me back on the bed. I bit my lip in lust, watching as Nick slid his boxers down, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I couldn't help staring. He was definitely well-endowed, and more than a couple inches bigger than Derek, which turned me on even more. His cock stood straight up, hard and ready.

Nick climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. He propped himself up with his elbows.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

I paused, knowing this was my last opportunity to tell him if I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't come up with a reason to push him away. I didn't want to find a reason either. His hand caressed my cheek as he waited for my response.

"I'm perfect," I whispered, smiling at the feeling of his bangs touching my forehead. And I was great. Really.

"You'll tell me if I do anything wrong or you want to stop?" Nick asked.

I was surprised that he cared to check. Most men wouldn't. Derek wouldn't.

"Yes."

"I want to make you feel beautiful, Carrie." His smile was warm, comforting.

My hands were a little shaky when I gripped his shoulders. He placed wet open-mouthed kisses on my neck, moaning softly in my ear. I relaxed against his body, preparing to have him inside me. I was soaked and I could feel the tip of his hard length at my entrance. He kissed my cheek and then my lips again, slowly but firmly sliding into me. I swallowed back a whimper as I felt his cock stretch me. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling at first but the discomfort quickly faded as he started to move in and out.

"N-Nick," I gasped as he began thrusting inside me.

He closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure. His cock slid as deep inside me as possible, picking up speed, making me moan louder.

"Harder," I moaned, panting and dragging my nails down his back.

This only made him thrust harder. "Fuck!" he breathed.

I arched my back. "F-Faster. Please!"

Nick continued to fuck me, each time going harder and faster than the last. I tugged at the back of his hair, tangling my fingers in the silky strands. He placed kisses on my neck, nipping at my skin. His thrusts became sloppier the closer he got to the edge. I felt my stomach tighten and a familiar feeling built up inside me, aching to be released.

"I-I'm gonna-" Nick stuttered, moaning against my shoulder.

I nodded. I was panting hard. Nick's thrusts became faster, sending me over the edge in a heartbeat. I felt a sweet, blissful release as his motions slowed and hot come spurted inside me. He moaned rather loudly towards the end of his climax, kissing me hard while he rode out his orgasm, each thrust slower than the previous. When he finally stilled inside me, I felt all my muscles relax and I was floating on Cloud Nine.

"Wow," Nick breathed.

"Agreed," I tried to control my heavy breathing. "God, Nick..."

He smirked, chuckling softly, obviously proud of himself. "Yeah?"

"That was... damn..."

"You're beautiful," he smiled and brushed a few strands of my hair from my cheek.

"You know, if you keep saying that, I might start believing it," I giggled, twirling a portion of the hair at the nape of his neck around my pointer finger.

"I guess I'll have to keep saying it then," he chuckled. "Cause you are. You're beautiful, Carrie."

"And you're giving me butterflies." That familiar happy feeling crept into my stomach as I looked into his dazzling eyes once more.

I suddenly felt an emptiness as Nick climbed off of me, his cock, which was already beginning to harden again, sliding out of me. He grabbed my hands, pulling me up with him. I stood there awkwardly, feeling come run down my thighs while he grabbed a set of clothes from the closet. He tossed me a gray t-shirt and some black sweatpants. I watched him slip on some fresh boxers.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom," I said, quickly heading for the other room.

I felt high but also dirty. I decided to rinse off, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up. I stepped under the stream, washing my body off, trying to avoid getting my hair wet.

A knock came at the door.

I shut the water off. "Yeah?"

"If you'd have told me you were going to take a shower, I'd have joined you," Nick said from the hallway.

I wrapped a towel around my body. "I just needed to rinse off." I opened the door for Nick to come in.

He stood in the doorway, staring at me in the towel. "Damn," he smirked, biting his lip.

Fuck, that was sexy.

He wandered back into the bedroom while I dried off. I slipped his shirt over my head, followed by his sweatpants. I would have much rather had a tank top and a pair of comfy cotton panties but for the time being, this was comfortable enough.

I wandered back into the bedroom seeing Nick lying in bed.

"Hey," he smiled and patted the spot beside him.

I turned off the light and then had a little trouble finding the bed in the dark until my eyes adjusted. I slipped under the covers and cuddled up to him. Nick's arm pulled me closer and hung lazily over my side, rubbing softly on my stomach in a comforting motion.

"Nick," I whispered, staring out the window at a bright, twinkling star.

"Hm?"

"Promise me everything's going to be okay," I frowned.

Uncertainty about the future weighed heavy on my conscience. I'd always had hard time shutting my mind off when it came time to sleep. Sometimes I would lie awake in bed for hours overthinking things I should've done differently and things I was worried about. I didn't know how to turn it off. Now that I was relaxed for the night, my mind was starting to run wild with thoughts about Nick and me, and Derek and Christine.

I felt the bed shift as Nick rolled me onto my back, leaning over me. "What's wrong?" He sounded concerned.

I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling. "I have too much on my mind."

"Hey," he breathed, pressing a sweet kiss to my temple. "I know all I've done is complicate things since you met me but I don't intend to leave any time soon, Carrie. I feel like shit for the position I've put you in but I do believe things are going to work themselves out. It's going to be okay. I promise."

I felt a tear trickle down the side of my face into my hair. No man had ever been that understanding and supportive toward me.

"Nick," I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as I cried into his chest.

He stroked the back of my hair, rocking me softly. "Yeah, baby?"

"Thank you," I sniffled. I laid my head on his chest listening to the faint beat of his heart.

"Try to get some rest, Angel," he whispered.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep. He looked so peaceful with the glow of the moonlight coming through the blinds and bathing us in a warm natural nightlight. Eventually I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.

My peace was short-lived and I woke up, shaking my head at the memory of a strange dream. The digital clock that read 3:17AM and I groaned, hating waking up in the middle of the night. I rolled over trying to go back to sleep but having no such luck. I finally decided to get up and get something to eat.

Trying to keep quiet so I wouldn't wake Nick, I slowly slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. It had been warm under the sheets and I was starting to shiver as I walked down the hall. I wandered down the stairs, missing a step here and there, not fully awake, and walked into the kitchen, intending to look through the fridge for something I could snack on but something caught my attention on the arm of the couch. Something I hadn't noticed before.

A dark blue jacket was folded neatly over the puffy arm. The letter F peaked my interest. I lifted the jacket, unfolding it to see what it said.

In big white letters on the back of the jacket were the letters F.B.I.

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