Drag Strip Fuck

C h a p t e r 5

I roll over, stretching my arms. My elbow hits something hard, and finally I notice the arms wrapped around my waist and the fact that someone is spooning me from behind.

Slowly, as my room comes into focus around me, I remember the events of last night and realize the person spooning me is Nico, who broke into my apartment.

I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but instead, he pulls me tighter into him, my butt pushing up against something hard, and I freeze.

“Nico, wake up,” I grumble, trying to squirm away again but only getting pulled back into him harder.

“Shush,” he mutters.

“Nico, I swear to god, let me go,” I snap, finally slipping from his grasp as he groans, rolling over and snatching one of my pillows to cover his ears.

“Nico, up, this isn't a hotel,” I snap, snatching the pillow.

“I can't hear youuuu,” he says, smashing his face into the mattress.

“For the love of god,” I snap, turning around and marching into my bathroom. Only too late do I realize I still have the pillow in my fist, so I yank the door back open and throw it as hard as I can out into my room.

“Can I join you?” Nico asks, ignoring my failed attempt at throwing the pillow at him as it lands two feet from my bed, which he is currently sitting in, his long legs stretched out and his hands tucked behind his head.

“No!” I practically yell, slamming the door.

“No need to be grumpy, Princess,” he calls through the door, and I debate running out there and smothering him with that pillow.

In the end, I just strip down and step into the shower, letting the warm water run over me.

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“So, when will you let me join you in the shower?” Nico rumbles as I step from my bathroom, almost tripping over my own feet as I realize he is still lying on the bed and I am wearing only a towel.

“WOULD YOU STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME!?” I yell, exasperated.

“No,” he says calmly, and I have to stop myself from stomping in circles like a toddler, which is what I feel like doing.

“Leave, I have work,” I snap.

“I know for a fact my brother doesn't have the shop open and judging from the text received about…” he glances at his watch “ten minutes ago from your other boss, you don't have work actually.”

“Did you snoop on my phone?” I ask, and he doesn't even try to look chagrined.

“The text popped up, and I wanted to make sure it wasn't something urgent,” he says, and I glare across the room at him. “Or that it wasn't another guy.”

“You have no claim over me,” I snap, stomping to my closet and yanking it open.

“Careful. With all this noise your neighbors might think we are fucking,” he says and I almost strangle him.

“I'm gonna strangle you,” I snap, dropping the towel just to tease him as I wiggle my ass into a pair of athletic thongs and an oversized hoodie, which is my ex's old hockey hoodie, but he doesn't need to know that.

“Who's hoodie is that?” He asks.

“None of your business,” I snap.

“Would you wear my hoodie if I gave it to you?” he asks and I hear the bed sheets rustle a second before I feel him behind me, his bulge rubbing against my thigh.

“No,” I snap.

“Why not Princess, we have fucked before,” he says, bending down so he can whisper into my ear.

I have never felt small before. As one of the only female hockey players on a mostly male team and someone who works out all the time, I've always felt… bigger. Not overweight or fat, but like I take up a bit more space then someone my size should. Nico makes me feel small, tiny in fact, and I would be lying if I said I didn't like the feeling of being small.

“Hello, where have you gone Princess?” His voice says, bringing me back to earth and harsh reality.

“Fuck off.”

Sorry for the short chapter. Currently on a busy trip and haven't had much time to post. Gonna do a chapter from Nico's point of view soon here.
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