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Layla
Nic peered up at me. I saw the hurt and anxiety in his eyes as he stepped in my direction. He took me by the hand and led me down the rest of the stairs. I’d awoken to raised voices and found Nic was no longer in the large bed with me.
Sitting down on the couch, Nic pulled me into his lap. Everything felt natural with him. He no longer felt like this stranger, but instead had quickly become someone to me; a part of my life. It was strange to me and I didn’t understand it, but I liked it and didn’t want it to end.
“Just family troubles,” Nic commented listlessly. He obviously didn’t want to talk about it.
“Oh,” I said, understanding the complex dynamics that came with family. I could be nosy and ask a million questions, but I’d keep my inquiries to myself.
“You want to know more, I can tell,” he said with his nose in my hair and lips behind my ear, brushing against my skin.
“Only if you want to tell. If not, it’s your business.” I told him honestly. I knew this relationship, for however long it lasted, should be filled with honesty.
Nic kissed my cheek before he sat me down next to him. I peered over at him and he looked to be in deep thought.
“When I was twenty-five, my youngest brother died. He was barely eighteen at the time. I was visiting home after making my first million. I was so damn proud. It was a good weekend until my brother’s body was found. My middle brother took it very hard. He’s been a nuisance to keep on the straight and narrow because of that. Most of it is because Mom blamed my brother. She was so heartbroken eventually heartbreak took her too,” Nic explained. My heart hurt for him in so many ways. He’d lost both a brother and his mother.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly before I kissed him gently. He’d been through a lot and from the outside, one would never imagine from the confident way he carried himself.
I supposed I could be the same, locking away all the hurt to keep going and go as strong as I possibly could.
“You know, I lost a child and it hurts like hell,” I mentioned to him. Nic looked shocked to learn my baggage. “I had twin boys. A few years back one of them was diagnosed with cancer. His decline was faster than I ever expected. My son died, leaving me with his twin brother. It’s been a hard road for all of us. My son has been having issues in school lately and he’s hurting, but he doesn’t quite know how to express it.” Tears dripped down my eyes as I told him my story.
“Baby,” Nic whispered as he ran his hand over my leg, rubbing it to console me.
“It’s hard, but I’m surviving. My job is what keeps me sane. Numbers will always be numbers without much variance. I can survive in numbers, while the real world can change dramatically and take you on a whole new course.”
We both sat for a moment in silence, as if our hearts were processing each other’s pain. It was much too real for me. I had to fight away my own pain as I’d done. I needed certainty, much like the numbers that kept me company.
Leaning over, I kissed him. I wanted the feeling of his body on mine once again. I was like a magnet to this man I didn’t know much about in the hours before, but now I felt as if I knew everything about him.
“Fuck me again, please,” I whispered against his lips. I felt his mouth curve into a smile under mine. He wanted it just as bad as I did.
He stood, picking me up into his arms as he went. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me up the stairs and back into his bedroom. I craved and ached for him in a way I’d never with any other guy. It was too real, and I never wanted any of it to end.
Arriving in his bedroom, he dropped me onto the bed, his sheet falling from my body and exposing my flesh to him.
“That will never get old,” he grinned down at my body. He wanted everything I wanted, I saw it in the eyes that refused to leave mine. Nic quickly removed his clothes before he returned to the bed.
Leaning down, he took one of my nipples into his mouth, I gasped at the feeling that took me away. While he sucked on my peak, his fingers meandered down south and between my thighs. Gladly, I spread my legs for him.
“Good girl,” he muttered against my peak. Holy fuck, I didn’t know what it was about those two words, but they filled me with desire. Part of that desire was to please him. I’d never wanted to please a man so much, but when he said those words, I was gratified by what I’d done, even if the task was small.
With fingers inside me, his thumb worked my clit while his mouth kept on my nipple. I was blissfully taken away by the passion and pleasure he’d dedicated to giving me. My moans filled the air around us. His mouth moving to my other breast and sucking my peak in hard. I tried to hold it all back, but it was too late. I was already cuming under him. My body shaking and breath hard as I continued to groan and whisper his name.
“Nic, Nic, Nic,” I repeated as an aftershock hit with almost as much intensity as my first orgasm.
My favorite thing about sex with him was how he took care of me first. My ex would always dive in with his dick first and finish himself, leaving me frustrated. Nic on the other hand, catered to me and kept me shaking in pleasure.
“Turn over and get on your knees,” Nic gave his order and I was quick to follow. I wanted to please him. I enjoyed pleasing him.
Doing as I was told, I turned to my stomach, then got up on my knees. I could hear Nic tearing open a condom. I was already anticipating what was going to happen next when he grabbed my hip and guided his dick into me slowly. Slow didn’t last long because the next thing I knew he was pounding into me. I cried out loudly and my hands gripped tightly at the sheets to hold myself steady, while Nic assaulted my pussy with an amount of force I’d thought was inhuman.
“Thanks right, baby. Take this dick,” he said in a low, heated voice.
“Give it to me,” I moaned. “Fuck.”
