Nixon

Chapter 2

Nixon
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She pulls my shirt over my head and stares up at me with wide eyes. "Has anyone ever told you how mesmerizing you are?" She giggles, her finger tracing my nipple. "Your body is oddly perfect, even with its imperfections." Her palm presses against the tattoo right over my heart and the move knocks the breath right out of me.

My temper spikes at the feeling as my head grows clouded with emotion. I angrily grab her hands and push them above her head so she can't touch me.

She groans, wrapping her bare legs around my waist. "Why do you keep doing that?"

I don't bother replying, instead I lean down and kiss her. She moans into my mouth, her lips pliant against mine, drowning herself in the angry kiss. She takes my hatred in, inhales it like it's her last breath. I don't even realize I've released her wrists until I feel them unzip my pants. She pushes my jeans and boxers down far enough for my cock to spring free. I groan, shifting my hips against the silk sheets that cover my bed.

This is bad, this is such a bad idea. She pushes them down my legs with her feet until they're at my ankles and I have no choice but to tug them the rest of the way off. No other choice. She moans loudly when I press myself into her, my cock nestled against the thin slip of lace that covers her heated core. Our kiss ignites, her fingers find my hair as my tongue plunges deep into her mouth, my hips flexing in response.

"Please, Nixon." She sighs into my mouth.

"Please what?" My mind is foggy.

She grabs my arm and pushes it down toward her thighs. Oh Fuck. "Touch me." She whimpers. "I want to feel you." She shoves my arm down until my hand is trapped between her soaked panties and my hard cock. She spreads her legs further, opening her thighs and thrusts up into my hand.

"Jesus Christ." I groan.

She's so damn wet, so pliant and tempting. Her lithe body writhing under mine. A deadly drug just dangling right in front of me, begging for me to take it.

"Take them off Nixon." She demands. "Please, I need you inside of me."

I press my forehead into the mattress by her shoulder. My cock throbbing, my balls aching for release. Fuck. Why? Why am I being tested this hard? This is so fucked up, we're both high, we've both been drinking and she's a virgin. A virgin.

"I can't." I murmur the words in agony.

Ryan giggles. "You're such an asshole, until you aren't."

What? What the fuck does that even mean?

She pushes against my chest and I slide off of her, digging my hips into the mattress. I watch warily as she removes her bra and tosses it off the bed with a laugh. She sits up on her knees, her breast jiggling, and tugs her panties down her thighs. I can't take my eyes off of her. Holy shit, she's completely bare. I can literally see all of her as she sits back on the edge of the bed to finish removing the slip of lace between her legs. You've got to be fucking kidding me. I reach out and grab her arm as she slides backward but I don't make it in time and she hits the floor with a thud.