Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 6: Nicholas Frasier

We fuck fiercely, grunts and moans filling her bedroom.

"Nick, please, please, I wanna cum, please."

My fingers circle her clit lightly so it's not enough pressure nor movement to be enough for her to cum again. Much to her frustration. That is until she yanks on my hair. Having discovered that it turns me on, and makes me lose all control, it's now her way of controlling me.

And I can't say that it's failed. It works every motherfucking time. It makes me want to fucking eat her. My fingers aren't harsh against her clit but there is more fervor with every stroke. With every thrust of our hips, we collide, the sound matching the creak of the bed.

I can barely hold myself back from cumming, and soon enough, my whole body releases, her pussy enveloping me in the hottest way possible as I feel her orgasm around me.

I practically blacked out at the feeling.

I can barely breathe it feels so fucking good.

It takes me a minute before I can slip out of Alice who moans out at the exit, her pussy most definitely sensitive from the three orgasms she's had in a row. I take the condom carefully off of my cock, tying the top of it, and placing it in the bathroom trash.

Instead of grabbing a hot washcloth or anything to help clean Alice up, I decide with the only brain cell that I have left to just go back into bed with her and we can do it later.

I rest my head on her stomach, and even though I can feel her wetness on my chest from her pussy pressing against my skin, it doesn't matter to me. I just need to feel her.

"That was so good," she breathes out, her voice finally controlled from the mumbling and begging.

Her fingers run through my hair as I try to gain a sense of grounding.

I'm on another fucking planet right now.

I hum in response, unable to say real words, but I can tell that Alice doesn't mind. Her body stays relaxed, her hands gentle.

After a couple more minutes, we go into the bathroom together, cleaning ourselves, and I make sure that she uses the restroom (not that I watch her do it). We find our way back to the bed, and I cradle her in my arms as we gather ourselves.

"Nick?"

"Yes, sunshine."

"I should probably thank you."

"Please don't," I reply, my fingers drifting over her arm gently.

"Wait, why?"

"Cause it's not just a favor to you," I grumble.

"So you want to have sex with me," Alice accuses, her hand moving over my chest.

"Fuck, of course I do."

"Then, we should do it again," she whispers, her fingers inching toward my v-line.

Shit, what did I get myself into?

***

Alice flops back onto her messy sheets, breathing hard.

Sweat from riding me covers her forehead. And all I can do is gaze up at the ceiling trying to figure out how I'm going to function as a human being knowing that I could potentially give everything up in life and just be locked away with Alice for the rest of my life.

I think I would be completely happy to do that. My heart can't fucking take this shit. Before this, I just had a little crush on her, it wasn't anything world-bending.