icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Center City, Philadelphia

I think Nolan and I have finally gotten past our awkward stage. He's still the adorable, shy guy that he used to be, but he's matured.

Obviously, after years of not seeing him, I kinda feel like I need to re-know him. I have this intense feeling of love whenever I see him, but at the same time, he's a different person than he used to be.

I was sitting in my lonely apartment. Ashley and I used to share it but now that she and Carter are married, she lives with him now. I haven't lived alone in my entire life and it feels odd. I don't like it, at all.

I was just beginning to snuggle into my bed when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I said, a bit groggily.

"Fuck, did I wake you up?" Nolan asked, sounding a little drunk.

"No, I wasn't asleep. What's up?" I responded.

"I—uh, I don't know how to say this but—uh, I'm kinda sitting on the curb outside your apartment building."

I was suddenly wide awake. This was not was I was expecting to hear when I saw his name pop up on my phone.

"Nolan, what the hell? Why?" I said, laughing a bit, making sure he knew I wasn't mad.

"TK took a girl home and I really wasn't interested in seeing him fuck some chick on my couch again," Nolan blabbed, slurring his words a bit.

"Well, I'll buzz you in. It's freezing outside. Do you have a coat on?"

"I'm Canadian, you think I wear coats?" He joked.

Within a few minutes, Nolan's intoxicated body was slumped into my couch.

"I never asked you what you do for work now." Nolan stated.

"I manage events and summer camps for young adults with down syndrome," I explained.

Nolan stared at me, his lips parted and his eyes drooping.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him after about a minute of silence between us.

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just currently falling back in love with you," Nolan said nonchalantly.

My cheeks went red and I felt a fire light in my body. This is what I've been missing for all these years, just because I had too much pride to text him first.

Before I could even think about it, I was straddling his waist. The sexual tension that has been going on between us for the past month we've been talking again is being relieved, but at the same time it's growing stronger.

I'm having the same exact mental battle that I had the first time we had sex. I don't know what this would do for our relationship, but I lose every ounce of self control whenever Nolan's hands are on me.

"Is this a good idea?" I mumbled against Nolan's lips.

He slipped his hand into my pajama shorts and said, "You tell me."

I gasped and pulled away, my forehead resting on his shoulder as his fingers moved at record speed.

"Anyone make you feel this good while I was gone?" Nolan whispered in my ear.

"Nobody makes me feel as good as you do," I stuttered, "Fuck, Nolan. Oh my god, I'm gonna come."

My legs started to shake. I collapsed into him as his fingers rode out my orgasm. I slipped off my shorts and threw off my shirt, revealing my braless chest.

"Fuck, I missed your tits," Nolan said before attaching his mouth to my nipple.

He massaged my other breast with his hand. His fingers twisted and pinched my nipple, a moan exited my lips and my hips ground into his.

"Just fuck me already," I groaned.

Nolan began to unbuckled his belt and unzip the zipper of his jeans. He pulled his pants down, revealing his rock hard dick.

"I don't have a condom," Nolan said as I positioned myself on top of him.

"I take a birth control shot," I responded, out of breath and desperate for some sort of pleasure.

I lowered myself onto him, my breath quickening as I began to bounce. Nolan's head went back, resting on the back of the couch as his hands firmly grasped my hips.

"You're so fucking tight," Nolan mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Fuck, Fiona. I'm close," He moaned as I felt his hands tighten on my skin.

I kept riding him as I felt his release inside me. He flipped me over, kneeling on the floor and flicking his tongue on my clit. I felt my stomach twist and my orgasm coming as he slipped two fingers inside me.

"Nolan, don't stop. Fuck," I moaned, my toes curling as my second orgasm ripped through my body.

Nolan and I sat on the couch for a few minutes, catching our breath and thinking about what just happened.

"That was really fucking good," I stated, looking at the ceiling.

"They say make up sex is the best sex."

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i don't if i was expecting this to end like that when i started writing it but i think i'm okay i'm with it

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