Alpha: Omega Part 26

I put my hand on his chest. "Your age is honestly the least of my concerns, Nick. For real. I don't care."

"You will. At some point, you will."

"Why? What makes you so sure?" He didn't answer. I sat up, faced him sitting cross-legged. "I can answer your question now, Nick. I could have when you asked it before, but I just...was too scared. I do need you, Nick. I need you. I want you. I've fought it for...a long time. I don't want to need you, even now. I still don't want to need you, but I f.u.c.king do. Not just to get me out of here, to keep me alive and out of Vitaly's hands. I need you...inside me."

He finally glanced at me, lips quirking. "Reeeeally?" He drew the word out and infused it with lecherous sarcasm.

"That's not what I meant, but yes, that way too."

"What changed? Between then and now?"

"The fact that I felt scared and empty when you walked out. The fact that even with everything I've been through in my life, the thought of losing you made me cry when nothing else ever has."

His eyes fixed on mine, green and roiling. "Layla, G.o.d. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Yes you did."

"I let you cry. Alone. For nearly a f.u.c.king hour."

"I needed it," I said. "For you, for all that back there, Cut and Vitaly and everything. For...so many things. I needed to cry alone. I needed to wake up, I guess. To see things for how they are."

I scrubbed my hand over my face, letting out a sigh.

"f.u.c.ked up. I'm f.u.c.ked up. You're f.u.c.ked up. This whole situation is f.u.c.ked up." I let out a breath. "But I know now that I don't want to go back to Detroit. I don't want to go back to living alone, working three jobs and going to school. After what I've been through, sitting through lectures and taking tests seems...stupid."

"What do you want, then?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll have to figure that out when we're back on the Eliza, I guess."

"Thresh has our flight out of here covered. So we can head out whenever we're ready." He rolled off the bed, stood up, and then bent to retrieve his shoulder holster.

"Wait," I said. "We're not done."

He shot me a quizzical look. "We're not?"

"Nope." I scooted to the edge of the bed, set my feet on the floor. Gazed up at him. Let him see the heat in my eyes, the need, and the desire. "You left before we were done."

I took the holster from him and set it carefully on the floor. Reached up and unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt from the bottom up, and when the last b.u.t.ton was freed, I ran my palms up and down his chest, leaned in and kissed his stomach, roamed my palms over his shoulders, brus.h.i.+ng the s.h.i.+rt off. He let out a breath that was equal parts relief and pleasure as I unb.u.t.toned his pants, shoved them down over his hips.

His d.i.c.k swung free, unfurling and swaying and hardening to full erection as I gazed at it. I curled both hands around his shaft and stroked him slowly. And, of course, because it was right there at the perfect level, I had to taste him. Between my lips, tongue sliding over the tip, tasting flesh and a hint of my own essence on his skin.

But then he pulled himself free and pushed me backward. "I don't think so." Nick lowered himself over me, climbing onto the bed, and his mouth descended to mine, his tongue slid over my lips and two fingers brushed over my c.l.i.t. "Jesus, Layla. You're wet already."

"You do that to me. You have this effect on me, and I don't get it. I mean, I'm always ready, but...there's something about you that just makes my p.u.s.s.y drip, all the time." As if to emphasize my point, his fingers speared into my opening with a wet squelch. "See what I mean?"

He pulled his fingers out of me and lifted them to his mouth, licked my juices away. "I love the way you taste. Sweet as f.u.c.king sugar."

"Liar. I taste like p.u.s.s.y."

He laughed. "True. But a very delicious p.u.s.s.y." He moved down my body. "In fact, I think I need a better taste."

I was torn. I wanted him inside me, wanted-needed-to feel that connection to him. But I also really, really liked the way he ate me out. "Nick..."

"Yeah, baby?" He spread me apart with his thumbs. Flicked his tongue over my c.l.i.t.

"I need you."

"You'll have me."

"I need you now." He ignored me, licking at my p.u.s.s.y like he was eating ice cream off a cone. Lapping, lapping, lapping. I moaned, and buried my fingers in his hair.

"I don't think you're ready. I think you need to come at least once, first." He punctuated his words by sucking my c.l.i.t into his mouth and sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue tip until I was writhing and gasping and grinding my core against his face.

"f.u.c.k yes, Nick. Eat me, baby. Jesus, that feels so good."

He pushed two fingers into me, and then added a third, and then pulled them back and thrust them back in, over and over, until I was grinding against his face and riding his fingers and moaning nonstop, riding the waves until I crested the climax, and I screamed when I came, gripped his head in trembling fingers and kept him tugged against me, writhing and rolling my hips into his madly fluttering tongue.

And then he was inside me.

All at once, hips between my thighs, huge thick hard smooth c.o.c.k filling me and stretching me and leaving me breathless with the perfection of it all, my spine arching up off the bed, my hips crushed to his. "Oh Jesus oh s.h.i.+t oh f.u.c.k." I let my knees fall apart and drew my heels up to my a.s.s cheeks, grabbed two handfuls of his taut backside and jerked at him. "f.u.c.k me, Nick. I need it."

"No."

My eyes flew open and met his. "No?" I sounded a little shrill, a little panicked. "Why not?"

"Because I'm going to do so much more than that."

"Oh." One syllable breathed from my lips, pure relief.

He lowered his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes from millimeters away, his breath on my lips, and pulled back so he could thrust into me. His lips met mine, and I eagerly deepened the kiss, demanded his tongue, held onto his flexing a.s.s with one hand and cupped the back of his head with the other. Kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until we were both breathless.

I felt my heart expanding as he moved inside me, felt my pulse thundering as another o.r.g.a.s.m rose up within me. This time, I welcomed the feeling, welcomed the emotion. I felt it, and let it burgeon.

I moved with him, planted my feet in the bed and lifted my hips to meet his.

I can say, without equivocation, that I've never enjoyed missionary s.e.x as much as in that moment. Physically, it felt like nothing had ever felt before. Emotionally, I was a mess, but a beautiful, delirious mess.

"Layla." His voice was low, intense.

"I'm here, Nick. I'm with you."

"Do you feel this?" He placed my hand over his heart; it pounded as hard as mine.

I put my hand over his and let all the vulnerability I felt s.h.i.+ne out through my eyes. I pulled down the walls and defenses and just...felt. "Yes, Nick. I feel it."

He pulled his knees beneath himself, pulled my heels over his shoulders and pushed so deep into me my eyes watered.

Okay, f.u.c.king fine. I'll admit it: I was crying, because it felt so good. "Oh G.o.d, yes. More, Nick. More."

He thrust, slowly and rhythmically, unhurried. I reveled in each slide, closed my eyes and focused on the stretch, on the way his c.o.c.k felt sliding in and out of me.

"Watch us, Layla."

I opened my eyes and watched where our bodies were joined, watched his c.o.c.k pull back, coated in my essence, and then slide back in. And G.o.d, that was s.e.xy. Watching us, watching him, his abs flexing, his hands wrapped around as much of my thighs as he could grip in one hand-which wasn't much-watching his face show his emotions.

"I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed thinking about you," I said, apropos of nothing. "I would lie in my bed and picture you just like this, and I would touch myself."

"How? Show me, baby."

I slid my fingers over my slit, used my fingers to spread my lips apart and circled my ring and middle fingers over my c.l.i.t, gasping at the intense ramping up of sensation. "Like this, Nick. Hard and fast."

He matched my rhythm. "What would you think about?"

"This. Us. Together. I'd picture us f.u.c.king. I'd picture you eating me out like you just did, and I'd-" I broke off with a grunt as I came, suddenly, arching forward and clamping down around him. I heard him growl and felt his rhythm slow, felt him tense as he focused on holding back.

"What, Layla? What did you fantasize about? Tell me."

I didn't tell him, I showed him what I wanted, instead. I pushed at his chest, and he pulled out, rolled off. I rose up onto my hand and knees, stared at him over my shoulder, my hair falling in a black curtain of curls. Sweat beaded on my spine, and my skin pebbled as he moved to his knees behind me.

"Like this?" he asked.

I moaned. "Like this." I bowed my spine in, pus.h.i.+ng my a.s.s toward him. "This is how I want it. I want to feel you come inside me like this."

He palmed my a.s.s with both hands, caressing each globe slowly, tenderly. "G.o.d, I love your a.s.s."

I took him at face value. The way he was staring at me, touching me left no room for doubt. He loved my a.s.s. My t.i.ts.

I did wonder, though, if he loved the rest of me, too. I suspected he did. I suspected I returned the feeling. I didn't know what love was like, how it was supposed to feel, either giving or receiving, so I wasn't sure.

But he loved my a.s.s.

I was totally okay with that. It was a big a.s.s, and not all guys appreciated that.

My train of thought was derailed when he pulled my a.s.s cheeks apart. "I want you here, Layla."

I groaned. "You can have me there. But not now. For now I just...I need to feel you in my p.u.s.s.y."

He reached between my legs and feathered a gentle touch over my c.l.i.t, found my entrance, guided his c.o.c.k by feel into me. I reached down and nudged him into better position, and he slid deep.

We both groaned in unison.

I pushed back to get him deeper. "Don't hold back anymore, Nick. Just...take me."

Oh f.u.c.k, did he take me. It wasn't hard and fast. It was hard and slow. And I loved it. I moaned and groaned and let myself scream as he thrust into me over and over, holding my hips and pulling me back into his crus.h.i.+ng thrusts. He didn't relent, and this time I felt him let go, felt him release control and just...take me. No pleasing me, no manipulating admissions out of me. Just taking pleasure, f.u.c.king to release.

I touched myself as he f.u.c.ked me. Rested my head on my forearm and reached between my thighs to finger my c.l.i.t until I was aching and trembling.

"Layla..."

"That's right, baby," I said, voice rasping and gasping. "Say my name when you come. Shout my name."

"Layla, I'm almost there."

I was close too, but I abandoned the effort and braced myself with both hands and rolled my hips to grind my a.s.s against him, writhing into his frantic f.u.c.king. "Give it to me, Nick! f.u.c.k yeah, just like this, f.u.c.k me hard, baby."

He f.u.c.ked me hard, and it hurt so good I didn't need to touch myself, just needed to let him hit inside me and feel lightning burst inside me with each pound of his c.o.c.k into my p.u.s.s.y.

"Layla..." His voice was ragged and his thrusts faltered. He pushed deep, thrust until my a.s.s cheeks were flush against his hips and he couldn't get any deeper, and still he thrust, harder, growling. "Oh f.u.c.k, Layla, I'm coming...I'm-Oh-Jesus, Layla..."

He came as he said my name, filled me with his come, a river of hot wet seed flooding me. I touched my c.l.i.t once, and that's all it took to join him in release, thunder detonating inside me, making me shake and go limp and breathless.

Moments later, I was wrapped up in his arms, head resting over his beating heart, listening to his pulse slow from a frantic thunder.

I love you. I felt it bubbling up in my throat, and I shook with the need to say it, the desire to say it.

To hear it said to me.

Kyrie St. Claire was the only human being to ever utter the words "I love you" to me.

I desperately wanted to hear Nicholas Harris say it first, and I couldn't get the words past my lips.

"Layla?" His voice was a sleepy murmur.

"Yeah, Nick?"

"I'm not going to say it. I know you feel it. I know you see it." He sighed. "I will say it, because it's real and it's true. But not like this. I don't want you to think it's got anything to do with how hard I just came. I mean, it does, but that's not why."

He sounded almost awkward, and Harris was never awkward. It was cute.

"Nicholas?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't say it if it's not forever. I can handle just about anything. But don't say that if you don't mean it, and if it's not...for forever."

"Layla, I wouldn't-"

"I don't want to talk about it right now. I want to enjoy the afterglow."

He tightened his grip on me, his arms coiling tighter. He may not have said he loved me in so many words, but he'd made it clear he did.

It was enough for right now. More than enough. Maybe even all I could handle, at that point.

Baby steps to falling in love.

"I do, though," Nick murmured.

"Me too."