𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✄𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱

✄ 22 ✄

*SMUT WARNING*
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Sunset Strip, 1981.
(Gwen's point of view)

Dominance was my strong suit. Nothing flattered me more than to be in charge of a relationship, whether it be a friendly relationship or an intimate relationship. I was never that way towards anyone else because I was nice enough to let them choose. But it wasn't until when Nikki brought me home that night that the the inner animal inside of me was coming out of its cage.

We turned an hour walk into a thirty minute run after we shared our first kiss on that bridge. It was as if one thing led to another and somehow we were in a heated make out session underneath a street lamp. I felt some adrenaline kick in the moment he helped me up and started pulling me willingly towards which home was nearest to us. Which so happened to be mine.

We were giggling like school children when we made it to the door of my apartment. Our hands never stopped touching each other and our lips didn't bother to disconnect from the skin on our bodies. The only time we had stopped is if one of us needed a breather or if there was a problem that could easily be fixed.

Nikki had his hands on my hips, pulling me towards his to gather some friction. His lips and teeth didn't bother to disconnect from my neck. He was gnawing and sucking on every piece of skin he could latch on. In return I let out very audible moans and sharp breaths.

I struggled to find my keys in my back pocket but I had eventually pulled them out. Like a dog, Nikki's head snapped up from the crook of my neck to widen his eyes in excitement at the set of keys. I quickly turned around to unlock the door but my movements slowed down when I felt Nikki's lips and teeth attack my neck once more.

My eyes seemed to vanish in the back of my head when I finally managed to get the door open, but I quickly snapped myself out of it. We successfully maneuvered the two of us into the kitchen after he slammed the door shut with his foot in a hasty manner.

His teeth and lips continued to attack the skin of my neck until my back hit the kitchen counter. Without a second thought, Nikki used his hands to hoist me up on the tiled countertop of my kitchen. I almost fell into the half filled sink, making the dishes cling and bang together but none of that mattered to me and Nikki. I held onto one of the cabinets for stability as he continued to gnaw on the spot below my ear.

He forced his lips from the spot to find my lips in the dim lighting that was pouring through the window from the street lamp outside. Now I felt the need to run my fingers through his hair. It was what I was dying to do for quite some time. One hand moved to the base of his skull to deepen our kiss while the other grasped onto a tusk of black hair.

I release a vibrating moan into his mouth when I felt his prominent bulge in his leather trousers grinding against my clothed thigh desperately. I was not in the mood for any other type of foreplay. I needed him now more than ever.

I heard a slapping noise coming from his pants. I felt the back of his hands grazing my thighs as he was undoing the laces of the leather pants. When he finished, he reached up to the button of my Levi's and snapped them open forcefully. He groaned hungrily into my mouth when he grasped the waistband of my jeans and underwear and ripped them off of me. The second he threw them across the room I started to pull on his hair, begging for more. In the most hurried way possible, he started tugging his tight jeans off his hips, making me grow impatient.