Rocketship

Chapter Ten: little black dress

(A/N: Smut warning (NSFW 18+)!!🚨 Minors DNI please!!)

Nikki's POV:

"Oh fuck Nikki!" Donna screamed.

The bed creaked, and the headboard thumped rhythmically up against the wall each time I thrusted into of her.

I let out a groan, "fuck," my breath was shaky, and I was clinging on by a thread about to cum. Holy fuck.

Donna continued to scream and moan like we were starring in a porno as I continued to fuck her from behind while she was on all fours. A sex position of minimal intimacy.

After the week I had (Brandi coming over to the house, our subsequent yelling match, and the stress of planning a new album), I needed a release.

My fingers dug deep into her waist, guiding her onto me while I pumped inside her. I was starting to slow, each thrust getting sloppier and sloppier.

I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling as my entire body started to tense up, "I'm gonna fucking cum," I growled through gritted teeth, sending Donna into an even bigger frenzy.

I forcefully pulled Donna onto me one last time before I finally erupted, remaining still in paralyzing tetany briefly before pulling out of her and flopping onto the bed.

I lied there for a second, trying to catch my breath. My gaze remained stuck on the ceiling, and my brain was momentarily scrambled from the rush of dopamine.

I was about to sit up when Donna snuggled up against me. She smiled up at me, and I returned the sentiment with my own crooked smirk. Her blue eyes were bright and her face was flushed with an after sex glow; she was beautiful like a playboy model/Baywatch babe ought to be.

"That was fun," she said, then coyly bit her lip.

I smacked her butt playfully, "Sure was," then sat up. I glanced down at my watch. Shit, 4:30. I had to get home. Marci had this dinner that she was going to right after work, and I'd feel like an asshole if I was the reason for her being late.

Donna pouted, "Leaving so soon?" She rested her chin on my shoulder.

She was a little more needy than I would have liked, but I was also surprised that I didn't mind it all too much; I liked hanging out with her.

"Yeah, the Nanny is leaving early this evening." I tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, disappointment written all over her face. "I'll call you later, okay?" And that made her perk up a smidge. She nodded, and I spotted a glint of hope in her eyes.

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"Oh you're home," Marci said with a sigh of relief as I walked through the front door. She looked a little frazzled, no doubt running around all day.

"Sorry Mar." She thought I was at a Mötley Crüe meeting. I looked away from her not wanting to lie to her face. "The meeting ran a little late."

I felt guilty for lying to her and leaving her with the kids when I could have been at home. I guess some habits die hard, but of course, I already knew that.

Gunner ran up to me, while Decker waddled (I still couldn't believe he was walking; man time flies). Storm was too focused on whatever cartoon she was watching to care that I was home. "Dad!" Gunner exclaimed as he latched onto my leg, while I scooped up Decker.

"Hey buddy!" I wrapped Gunner up in a hug and kissed Decker on the top of his head. They gave me too much credit.

Gunner was 5 years old, and I was still his hero despite my many faults. I wanted him to always see me that way, but I knew the day would come when he'd be old enough to resent me for not being there; the day when he'd be embarrassed of me for being a lame has-been.