Dirty Secret

Bad Nikki

Rufus watched Nikki pace the room with an amused expression. "Gonna wear a hole through that floor, mate." Nikki stopped and looked sickly at him, "What am I doing, Ru?" Rufus frowned, "This is ridiculous, I don't have time for this shit, I'm supposed to be focusing on the band, I can't be-" "What the fuck are you going on about?" Rufus asked, sitting up on her bed, "You like him, he likes you, what's the big deal?" "Yeah, but I shouldn't be-" "Should I break up with Kate?" "What?!? NO!" "But I'm in a band too." She sighed, he was right. She was being stupid. Rufus stood up and went to her, wrapping her in a big hug. She buried her face in his chest. "Stop being weird, love." She groaned into his chest, "I'm gonna go meet your brothers in the lobby bar, YOU," he pulled away and looked down at her, "go take a hot shower and shave your twat." She shoved him, "Fucking gross, Rufus!" He burst out laughing, "You never know, Jonesy." She bit her lip, "Oh come on, you'd bang him." She gave him a yeah you're right shrug. "Right." He said kissing her on the top of the head, "So shave your twat." "Get outta here, ya redcoat." She said, shoving him again. He headed for the door, "Call me after!" She watched him leave, he was right again. She needed to shave her twat. She went in the bathroom and turned the hot water on full blast and stripped. She wondered if she should go a head and have a drink just to loosen the fuck up. She stepped into the shower and soaped up, then unwrapped a razor and shaved her legs. J.J. always loved her legs, said she had legs for days. She cursed herself for thinking about him. The son of a bitch. She cleaned the razor and began shaving her bikini area. Three years. She hadn't had sex in three fucking years. Crazy. She finished, having one last quick rinse and stepped out, grabbing a towel. She dried and went to her bag, pulling out black lace bra and panties, short jean cutoffs and a form fitting Iron Maiden shirt. She dressed and went back to the bathroom to blow dry her hair and put on a little makeup. She decided to go ahead and have a drink. She went to the mini fridge and took out the jar of moonshine, pouring herself some. Sipping, she synced her phone up to the Bluetooth and started playing The Black Keys. She felt better after the first glass and poured a second, feeling nice and warm. There was a knock at the door. Nikki smiled to herself and walked over to it, opening it to reveal a grinning Jake. "Hey stud." She greeted him, pushing open the door so he could step inside. "Stixx." He replied, walking by her. He surveyed the room, "No Rufus?" She closed the door and turned to him, "He's drinking the bar closed with my brothers." "Ah." He said, easing down on the plush sofa, looking at the glass in her hand, "Got started without me?" She bit her lip, smiling, "Just a couple. Want one?" "Make it a double, I have to catch up." He said, smirking that damn smirk. "Roll us one." She said, pointing at the box on the coffee table in front of him, and got to work on his drink. When she turned back to him, he was packing the paper. She set the drink on the table and sit beside him, pulling her feet up comfortably. He licked the joint and closed it, putting it between his lips. Nikki took the book of matches from the box and ripped one out, struck it, and cupped it so Jake could light the joint. He took a long drag and leaned back, exhaling and taking in another, before passing it to her. He took his drink and sipped while she hit the joint, "Wow." He said, looking into the glass. "Good, huh." She said, passing the joint back to him, "Yeah, this the real deal?" He asked, taking another long drag, "Mm hm, my uncle Curtis made it right before we left." She replied, feeling completely relaxed. Jake looked at her as he hit it again, she smiled, "What?" He hesitated, "Nothing." He handed her the joint, sipping more moonshine, "No, what?" She persisted, taking a drag. "Your accent." She frowned, "What about it?" He smiled and shrugged, "I love it, it's really thick." She laughed, "Most people think it makes you sound dumb." He looked back up at her, watching her exhale, "I'm not most people. I think it's adorable." She could feel herself blush, Jake drained his glass, "Want another?" She asked, handing him what was left of the joint, "Yeah, sure." She stood, taking both their glasses and going over to the mini fridge. Jake took the last hit and ground it out, "So are we gonna talk about it?" Nikki was momentarily confused, "Talk about what?" Jake leaned back into the sofa, stoned and a little tipsy, "The kiss, Stixx." Nikki snorted, pouring the moonshine, "Well it's simple and it goes one of two ways." She said, "Either it goes 'No Nikki, bad Nikki' or your gonna fuck me into the mattress." She said, nonchalantly, turning around and walking back over to Jake who was watching her thoughtfully, she handed him his glass, "So which is it?" Jake sit up, placing his glass on the table, and reached up, grabbing her hips, and pulled her down, straddling his lap. Her hands went to his shoulders, he cupped her cheek and brought her face to his, pressing his lips against hers. She responded by deepening the kiss, feeling his hands grip her hips tighter and pull her closer. She rolled her hips against him, making him grunt. His hands went under her shirt and she broke away so she could take it off, then attacked his neck, "Fuck, Nikki." He breathed, feeling her teeth rake across his skin, her fingers went under his shirt, she tugged up, and he raised his arms so she could pull it from him. He looked down, unbuttoning her shorts, seeing ink, he smiled "What's this one?" She looked down, pulling her lacy panties down further so he could make it out, "A drum key." He looked up at her, with a chuckle, "Just how many do you have?" She kissed him and pulled away, "A bunch. There's the ones you can see.." She pushed off, and stood in front of him, pulling down her shorts, "Then, there's.." she turned to the side so he could see the roses starting at her left hip, down her upper thigh. He ran his fingers down the roses, admiring them, she turned around, sitting on his legs and pulling her hair up so he could see the one going down her spine. He cocked his head, "Don't be like the rest of them, darling" he chuckled, "Suits you." He leaned forward, she could feel his lips on the back of her neck, then on her shoulder, his fingers going to her bra clasp, undoing it and running his hands down her shoulders, sliding the straps down and off. She stood again, covering her breasts and turning to him with a grin, he raised an eyebrow in question and she pulled them up so he could clearly see the intricate tattoos underneath them. "Whoa." He said, "They're amazing." "The tattoos, or the tits?" She asked coyly, he grinned, "Well, you're covering your tits, I haven't seen them." She smirked and raised her hands, his mouth fell open, "The, uh." He cleared his throat, "The tits are phenomenal." She reached down and grabbed his hands, pulling him up. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush to him, going back to her lips. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He kicked his boots off and pushed his jeans down, kicking them aside. Bending, he gripped her thighs and picked her up, she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed, crawling onto it and gently laying on top of her. "Bad Nikki." He whispered, catching her mouth again. His hand went between them, his fingers slipping behind her lacy panties, grazing her swollen clit. She moaned into his mouth. He broke away, smiling, "Good?" She nodded, he pressed his thumb against it, she gasped, he began to circle it slowly, watching her in wonder, then slipped a finger into her, kissing the sounds he coaxed from her. She reached down, tugging his boxer band. He got the hint, rolling off of her so he could take them off, then taking hold of her panties and pulling them down her legs and off her feet. He crawled back between her legs, nipping her neck and cupping her breasts. She gripped his hips, needing him. He took her hands and brought them up above her head, kissing her deeply. He pushed into her, slowly, she gasped again, he clinched his jaw at how tight she was. He stilled once he was at the hilt, lacing his fingers with hers. He looked down at her and she nodded. He began slowly rocking against her, feeling her squeeze his hands. He was trying really hard not to focus on the fact that he was fucking Nikki Stixx, but Holy SHIT, he was fucking Nikki Stixx! He was afraid he was gonna cum way too quick and make a total f- he was shaken from his thoughts with an "Oh my god!" From Nikki, before she began spasming around him. Thank the gods for small favors. He rode her out, kissing her. She suddenly flipped them and began riding him. Shit this was it. No way he'd last. He reached up, fisting those gorgeous tits, she threw her head back, mother fuck. He pushed deep into her and exploded with a growl. She fell to him, panting. "Fucking hell, Nikki." He said,wrapping his arm around her. She smiled and kissed him, "Fuckin' hell, Jake." She rolled off of him and slipped off the bed, going to the bathroom to clean up. Jake stood, pulling his boxers back on. Nikki reappeared in a robe, "I'm gonna smoke, want one?" He asked, opening the sliding door to the balcony. "Yeah, want another drink?" She asked, going back to the fridge, "Sure." He said, then pausing, "Then you wanna go again?" She laughed, picking up his glass and walking towards the balcony, "Definitely."