GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHTEEN.

*I will not speak about politics and the recent events, but I will say one thing. I stand for empathy, kindness and love. As long as you have that in your heart, you are okay in my book.*

Later that evening.

Nick and I were getting ready for the bar. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror as he approaches me from behind. His hands clamp around my waist and he dips his head down into my neck to softly kiss me there.

"You look so gorgeous." He says, before kissing me again.

He tilts his head up and stares at my eyes through the reflection. Moving his hands up my sides, until he reaches my breasts. He gently cups them within his large hands and lightly squeezes them. I tip myself back into his chest and moan.

"You sure you don't want to stay in?" He playfully, questions me.

I smirk at him. Staying in was tempting, but I was really craving a drink..

"Maybe if you play your cards right at the bar. I'll come back with you." My smirk widens.

He flashes me a promiscuous smile. "You have to come back with me. You owe me dinner." He promptly, says.

"That is true." I giggle. "Can't let you starve."

He then spins me around. Lifting me up by my ass and placing me on the bathroom counter. He places his hands on either side of me. Locking me there in place.

"So, it doesn't matter. I already have you trapped." His smile darkens.

Figuratively and Literally, he had me trapped.

My body shivers as his mouth closes over my lips. He presses his body against mine as he situates himself between my legs.

I feel his cock become hard as it grows in his pants and presses against my inner thigh. I run my hands up his shirt to feel the muscles in his strong back as they flex with each passing of his tongue.

He pulls back panting and starts to reach up my dress to retrieve my panties, but I stop him.

"Nick." I breath. "I just got ready."

"I know." He grunts, before kissing me again.

I gently push him in the chest and giggle. "Well, I don't want my hair to get all messy."

He stops with labored breathing. "Mm." He groans, overlooking my appearance. "You're right. Let's go get this over with." He says, as he grabs me by the wrist and starts to walk me out of the bathroom.

"So horny." I joke as he practically, drags me behind him.

"You have no idea." He laughs. "It's been on my mind all day and it's not going to go away until I get it." He says, over his shoulder. His brown eyes dragging over me momentarily.

"Are you going to be okay?" I giggle some more. He looked so flustered.

"As long as you make this a quick drink." He replies and I could tell he wasn't joking when he said that.