Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 21: Nicholas Frasier

"How was your shower?" I question, my voice raspy as hell.

"Good, yours?" Alice answers sweetly.

"Good."

Forget the fucking pizza, I want to eat her.

I swear to god I'm about to self-combust. This is what I wanted. Her, fresh from my shower, smelling like me and wearing my clothes. It causes some stupid reaction in my body, but I just can't help it.

I think it's a universal man experience. There's nothing better than seeing her wearing my clothes. Holy fuck, I would kill someone without hesitation just to experience this every fucking day of my life.

When I asked her to stay over, I think she sort of read my mind as to why I wanted her to stay over, but she did say yes, so I'm not going to think too much about it. I really don't care that much about her knowing why anyway. I'm just glad she's here.

She sits on the kitchen island bar stools, shoves four slices of pizza along with two glasses of wine down her throat, and looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes without an ounce of regret.

After having a slice myself, I instantly ask her to go put on a show for us to watch fully knowing that I'm just going to end up on my knees in front of her. I shower and brush my teeth because having personal hygiene is sexy and then make my way back to the love of my life.

I find that she put on Dangerous Beauty, one of her favorite guilty pleasure movies although I've never heard of it until she forced me to watch it.

I don't like it as much as she does, but it's not like I'm going to be at all concentrated on it.

"This okay, baby?" she asks, glancing up at me from the bowl of vanilla ice cream in her hand.

She focuses on my cock that stands out in my gray sweatpants, which is exactly what I wanted from her.

"I'm going to be paying any fucking attention to the movie. Spread your legs."

She does what I tell her immediately, also shutting the TV off. Oh, so she wants to concentrate on this too. She peels off her underwear and tosses them at me.

Her underwear is slightly wet, but it's not enough for me, so I've clearly got my work cut out for me. Thank fucking god.

I want to eat her out all night anyway. The cold spoon, from the ice cream, rests on her tongue as I move toward her. I grab the blanket that sits on the edge of my couch and toss it on the floor right in front of her open legs.

She scrunches my t-shirt around her waist, giving the perfect view of her pussy. I kneel in front of her and tenderly lift her legs so that they are over my shoulders. I take the bowl of ice cream from her hands but get just a little bit on the edge of her spoon.

She shudders fiercely as I drag partially melted ice cream and the cold spoon up the inside of her thighs. I can feel her clit pulse under my fingertips.

I lick the ice cream off her body, forcing her legs apart even though they fight to squeeze together. She couldn't if she wanted to anyway, she would just be crushing my head. Not that I mind.

I lean down, pressing my cold tongue to her clit. She moans out into my living room, tugging at my hair like she always does. Fuck, I love when she does that. It's my signal that tells me that I'm doing good.

I place one hand on her hip, the other with slight pressure on her lower stomach. Arousal builds, wetness beginning to gather around her vaginal opening.

Her orgasm rips through her quickly as my tongue moves over her clit just the way she likes it. I groan as her taste hits my tongue, and I can feel my cock harden even more than it already is.

I tuck my sweatpants underneath my dick and give it a couple of dry strokes. Placing a searing kiss on her lips, I gather her arousal on my cock, slowly sinking into her. Her breath hitches perfectly while she envelopes me, warm and welcoming.

Finding our rhythm takes a brief moment, but once we do, nothing has ever felt better. One of my hands still sits on her hip but the other is placed lightly on her neck which makes her keep her eyes open and on me.

We fuck thoroughly and multiple times hours fading with every passing but intense orgasm.

After about the second round, we moved from the living room to my bedroom, knowing that we would most likely be too tired to move far once we were done.

"Nick," she moans as I glide my cock through her labia lips, "please."

"Fucking beg for it, baby. Tell me what you want, my good girl, my perfect girl."

"More, please, more."

"You haven't had enough already? My perfect fucking slut. Warm and wet and so tight just for me."

"All you for, please, goddammit."

I know she needs it when she starts to say profanities.

"You want it again so fucking bad, don't you? Can't even stop yourself."

"Oh god, please, I need it so bad."

I slam inside of her, knowing her limits on pain and such. But she's so wet and wanting that I don't think I could hurt her accidentally at this point.

She cums two more times, and I also cum two more times, before we both have to tap out. Besides being absolutely exhausted from the sex and traveling, we are so sensitive that it's actually starting to hurt.

Which neither of us wants even though I understand some people do want to have sex through that in their relationship.

However, it's not for us. That's a sign for us to stop, get cleaned up, and go to bed. Carefully, I wipe her vagina and labia with a warm towel, clearing away any access cum from both me and her.

I run my tongue over my lower lip as I watch her slip under my bedsheets, curling her body up into the perfect position for me to slide in behind her.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her closer to me, and breathe her in all while trying to not let my quickening heart rate become noticeable.

"You aren't asleep yet, right?" Alice questions, her fingers intertwining with mine that lay across her chest.

"No, I'm not," I reply quietly so as to not disturb the moment.

"Thank you for coming with me to my parents' house. I don't think I could have done that without you. Major has Violet now, and I just would've felt so alone."

"I'm always going to support you, no matter what."

"Even if this doesn't end well?"

What is she talking about?

"What do you mean?"

"Like this casual thing between us. If this sex thing doesn't work out, you'll still support me."

Fuck, that's how she feels? I didn't realize that this was still a casual thing to her. I mean, I guess it's both of our faults because neither of us communicated exactly what we have been feeling in this, but I also thought that we were on the same page.

I've been sending out a bunch of signals that I want more than casual, and she's been responding to them well, not made about them. I had no idea that she was just thinking that one day this would end and all it would have been was casual.

Another booty call that she doesn't give a fuck about anymore. A story to tell her friends. I should've known better not to assume. That one's definitely on me.

Now there's no way in hell that I'm telling her that I'm in love with her. That could go so wrong so fast, and I'm not willing to risk our friendship for that.

"Yes, of course. I said no matter what, and I meant it. You mean a lot to me outside of the sex, always have and always will," I conclude, my heart breaking.