Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 7: Alice Owens

I take long and slow sips of the rosé that Nick poured for me after dishing out the pesto pasta that we ordered. We scarfed down the food pretty quickly, so now we sit on my balcony that overlooks Westmoor and partly into Grove Heights.

The gentrification of Grove Heights has stunned me over the many years that I've lived in Westmoor. Although I haven't always had a view of Grove Heights from this particular apartment, the changes have been easy to see.

I think there's good and bad to the changes being made. There's been an overwhelming effort to support houseless people and others who need help getting a leg up to put it lightly.

But the changes have also provided more problems for those who do live in more run-down and discarded neighborhoods. It's interesting nonetheless.

I lean my head back against Nick's chest, one of his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I can't believe that I said no to having sex with you at first," he announces, breaking the silence.

"My pussy is that good, huh?"

"Better, sunshine. No, but seriously, like I sort of needed it too."

I nod my head, knowing exactly where's he coming from.

"It's a certain type of intimacy. It's not like it has to be this super romantic thing, but it makes a connection. Or like, I don't even know what I'm trying to say."

"You feel different about a person after having sex with them than when you do just cuddling. One isn't better than the other, it's just different," Nick explains, saying the words in my brain.

"Right, exactly," I agree, my fingers playing with his.

I slowly glide my hand down my stomach and under his shirt that I wear. He doesn't know this quite yet, but in the bathroom, I one hundred percent slipped off the underwear I put back on after our last sex marathon ended an hour ago.

I felt the need to air out my pussy a little and knew that he wouldn't mind. He just had both his mouth and dick buried into it. A moan, or more like a whimper honestly, leaves his mouth when he feels the uncovered wetness of my labia lips.

I smile at his reaction, the relief and joy I feel knowing that he enjoys me just as I enjoy him filling my body.

"You're going to kill me, baby," he murmurs, running his knuckles over my hardening clit.

It pulsates under the touch.

He moves his fingers in slow, circular motions at first, building my arousal. But then, just as I like it, he presses down with more pressure, his circles tightening to a more back-and-forth movement.

With one hand playing my clit and the other on my left nipple, it doesn't take long before my orgasm arrives. The pleasure sensation rolls over my body, and I reach behind clutching the back of his head as he lays mouth-opened kisses on my neck.

I feel his smile against my skin while he removes his fingers from my sensitive clit.

"So fucking sexy," Nick affirms, watching my body react to him, "let's go back to bed, sunshine."

I get up off his lap and we walk, my hand tugging his, back to my bedroom. I take off his shirt as his underwear falls to the floor and he grabs another condom. He lays on his back in the center of my bed, spreading his legs just slightly.

I observe him roll a fresh condom over himself, his eyebrows scrunched as he takes deep breaths I guess he has to control himself just as much as I do. His hard cock rests on his stomach but a flick of his fingers directs my attention elsewhere.

"What's this?" I question, unsure where he's going with this.

"I'll direct you. Rest your back against my chest," Nick commands, looking extremely sure of himself.

"I've never tried this position before."

"And you won't go back after you have."

He's pretty damn confident about this. So, I don't argue. Knowing that he can handle my weight, I lay my back on his chest and relax, my legs naturally having to spread open to be comfortable. He lifts his right leg, so it's bent at the knee which props my right leg, which was spread over his right leg, up.

Cold air hits my pussy lips, and I breathe in tightly, feeling the sensation. Holy cow, this position opens me up more than any other that I've been in before. Both of our left legs rest easy on the bed and provide a source of support.

His left arm is around my back to support any movement from my torso. My head rests on his shoulder to also offer a point of connection. But I don't get the chance to comment on any of that.

His wet fingers (from me and his saliva) find my clit before I get the chance. His cock rests between both of our legs, the head just below the entrance to my vagina.

Oh my god, this feels so good. He knew I was going to enjoy this position.

His throbbing cock prods at my wet hole, his fingers still playing delicately with my clit. I close my eyes, trying to focus on holding back my sensitivity. To lubricate himself, his cock replaces his fingers, the tip flicking at my clit just the way that I like it.

The soft moans leave me, my body already surrendering to the pleasure that I feel. It doesn't take long for his cock to return to my vagina entrance, Nick having one hand on it to guide it in.

I watch as best as I can, but my eyes close involuntarily as he cradles my left breast in one hand, my nipple between his fingers, and lets go of his cock that's now deep inside of me to go back to my clit.

"What do you think?" Nick questions, even though he knows exactly what I think.

"Goddamn," I breathe out, unable to say anything else.

He thrusts his hips, and we match paces, the sounds of our wetness and slapping skin surrounding us and setting fire to my veins.

The slight roughness to the force of his cock is an intense juxtaposition to the smooth and controlled circles on my clit, but it is the perfect combination at least from the way my body is reacting.

I grasp one hand to his waist and the other to his bicep, trying to stabilize myself. My body tenses and relaxes, my moans unable to be drowned out. Nick grunts in my ear, signaling that he's enjoying this just as much as I am.

Fuck, I forgot what good sex felt like. I didn't even realize it could be this good.

I feel the pressure build up in my legs, my lower stomach, my clit. My legs begin to shake, and with just that fierce warning, my orgasm runs through me like wildfire. My back arches as my thighs clench together, my clit throbbing harshly.

A warmth fills me as Nick cums into the condom surrounding his cock. His soft moans and the final thrusts of his hips make me wish we could have it last for hours longer, but we both know that's impossible.

We'll just have to go for another round in a few moments. I could do this all night long.

My tongue licks at my lower lip while Nick slowly exits me, carefully taking off the full condom.

"How are you feeling, sunshine?" he questions, completely breathless.

I've clearly tired him out.

I feel very accomplished. Maybe I shouldn't feel this accomplished, but I do, I can't help myself.

And just as much as I want to go for another round, I think sleep all could be an important and smart move - after cleaning ourselves up, of course.

"So good. So so good," I release.

"As much as I wanna keep going, I don't think I can," he admits honestly, and I'm so grateful that we can communicate our needs.

Because his are reasonable and heard, even if I didn't feel that they were reasonable. We have been going at each other for about five hours (not consecutively) which is more than enough for one night.

This is only one of the many we're going to have.