This is NC-17, like that's a big surprise coming from me, right? *snort*
I grinned. This one would knock their socks off. Pulling up the pictures from my 'saved email' box, I giggled. Nicky, Nicky ... you bring this all on yourself. And then I began to type.
Somewhere in the outskirts of my consciousness I heard the front door open, then like clockwork the fridge opened, and then the sound of ice cubes tumbling into a glass. But I kept working. I had to finish this tonight, they were waiting.
Glancing at the picture on my computer desktop for more inspiration, I sighed. If they only knew.
Just a little more ... tie it all together ... today's date ... and 'save'. All done!
"Hey, baby, whatcha doin'?"
"Mmmm," I sighed as he kissed my neck, wrapping his arms around both my body and my computer chair. "Writing."
"Oh no. Now what?"
"Aww, come on, don't you trust me?" I twisted back, trying to see his eyes.
"Not a bit. I recognize that look." He pulled away from me, twisting my chair around to peer at my expression. "I knew it. You're writing smut about me again, aren't you?"
"My, my ... aren't we the conceited one?" I batted my eyelashes innocently as he continued to glare.
"No? Then let me read it."
"Uh-uh." He grabbed for the mouse in a vain attempt to maximize my text file.
"Don't whine, Bec, it's so juvenile."
I lost it, cracking up in hysterics. "And this *isn't*?" I snorted, pointing at the pictures on my screen.
Nick groaned, "Oh god, Bec, you *didn't*?"
I was laughing too hard to answer, so I did the next best thing. I simply nodded my head as the tears of laughter rolled down my face.
Pushing away from my chair, he collapsed backward on the bed, his legs dangling over the side and his arm over his eyes.
"Of all the girls I could possibly hook up with, I manage to find one that's obsessed with my body parts." He groaned. "And other inanimate objects from my past..."
I crawled up on the bed next to him, propping my head on my elbow. "Aww, sweetie, it's not *that* bad." I toyed with the hem of his shirt. The bottom button had popped open, and there was just a tiny, tantalizing bit of skin peeking out, just ripe for my index finger. I scraped my fingernail over the spot and he gasped.
"Damn. So not fair."
"You know I love you ..." I whispered. My fingers had now undone the next button and the next.
"Yeah-" he choked out. "But do you have to share it with the entire internet?"
I kissed his cheek. God, he smelled good.
"Bec?" He wrapped his free arm around me, pulling me closer. "What did you tell them this time?" His fingers were stroking my back, just barely reaching around my ribcage to graze the edge of my breast.
"Ummm ... I forget-" It was my turn to gasp as he reached just enough to tweak my nipple beneath my t-shirt.
"Sure. I bet." He continued to tease me, turning his head and finally taking a good look at me. "Geez, now that's just creepy." He pulled his hand away in horror.
"Do you *have* to wear a Backstreet t-shirt when I'm around? God, Bec, Howie's right over your breast, so when I touched you ..." He shuddered.
I giggled, "You're not up for a threesome tonight?"
"I'll show you what I'm up for." He rolled over onto me and it was quite apparent what he was *up* for.
"Nope, nevermind, that's ALL mine." I grinned up at him as he lowered his mouth to mine and I whimpered as he teased my lips with his tongue. God, his tongue - that's what started all this anyway.
"So? Did you tell them about this? The way I do *this*?"
God, he was licking the underside of my jaw, nibbling his way toward my ear. "Nick-" I gasped as he found my earlobe with his teeth, nibbling gently and then soothing the hurt with the tip of his tongue.
"Did you?" He stuck his tongue in my ear, then blew gently across the wetness and I nearly screamed. "Shh, save it for later. Gotta build up slowly, ya know?" He grinned at me and I could barely focus.
His hand was beneath my shirt, rubbing my tummy and inching slowly toward my chest and I moaned, arching my back toward his fingers. He slid himself down my body and planted soft kisses along the path his fingers were taking, slowly pushing my shirt up as he went. His lips reached the swell of the underside of my breast when he suddenly sat up, pulling my shirt off over my head.
"Howie's bad enough, but Brian's over the other one..."
I giggled, the mood broken for the moment. He kissed me on my nose and sat up, straddling my thighs.
"And don't tell me you haven't written a threesome, I've read it." He smirked at me and I blushed, looking away. "So tell me ... what did you call this one?" His eyes darkened to a deep azure as he looked at my bare breasts.
"It's ..." I swallowed deeply. "It's a new one for the Vignette page."
"Let me guess ..." he sighed.
"Yup. 'I Am Nick's Tongue'." I smirked at him, but all thoughts were lost as he leaned forward, taking my breast in his mouth and suckling deeply. "Oh god..."
"Mmmm ..." he moaned, tugging at my breast with his lips as his fingers pulled at its mate, the peak hardening to a tight point. Switching to the other side, he gave my other breast equal time as he pushed me into the bed with his hips.
"Nick, please." I was torn between holding his head against me for the next six hours or pushing him toward where I really needed him to be. Need won the argument. When I write at night I generally get as comfy as possible which usually means a t-shirt and panties. Tonight was no exception, so there wasn't a lot left between us by this point in time.
I wrapped my hands through his hair, guiding him down my body. I squirmed beneath him as he kissed every inch of skin he could find, and then left moist trails with his tongue. He rubbed his nose along the elastic edge of my undies, one finger slipping beneath the elastic band of the leg and into the soft curls beneath. Of their own accord, my thighs parted and he touched me.
Damn it was erotic. He was fully dressed and I was ... I was nearly gone by this point. I know he was watching me, I could feel the heat from his eyes on my body, but all my conscious thought was centered on his fingers and the way he was touching me; slipping through the heated moisture and pressing just so ...
I barely heard his whispered encouragement as he pushed me closer and closer, his hand trapped beneath the small scrap of silk as my breath became shallow, and all feeling centered beneath his fingers. God, he slipped one finger into me and I shattered, crying out his name. As I struggled to breathe, he slipped away the last remaining barrier and settled between my thighs. The pulsing had barely stopped when he touched me with his mouth and it began all over again.
They say truth is stranger than fiction, I just know that it is a helluva lot better. Nothing I write could even begin to compare with what he was doing to me, how he was making me feel. Nick's tongue ... God, remind me to delete that file if I live through this. He was so slow, so thorough and I wanted it to never end. I could do nothing more than to hold his head against me, pushing myself closer to his mouth as he licked and sucked at my swollen flesh. Long slow laps, then a teasing flick of the pointed tip of his tongue and I wanted to die. I wanted him inside me ... I wanted him to stay right where he was ... I wanted ...
"Nick-" I whimpered pitifully, and he murmured something against me, the vibrations doing unspeakable things. Again, it built and built until there was no room left inside for the feelings he was causing. "Please..." On the very brink of ecstasy, he pulled my swollen bud between his lips and sucked hard, just barely grazing me with his teeth, and I was gone. I came and I came and as I thought I was finished, he pressed two fingers into me and God I did it all over again.
We lay together for a long time, his head resting on my tummy, my fingers twisting idly through his blonde locks.
"So tell me ... does anyone out there know?"
"About us, you mean?"
He nodded his head and I giggled.
"That tickles, Nick."
"Sorry." I could feel him smile against me. "So, do they?"
"Only one. The rest of them bought my whole profile, hook, line and sinker."
Nick snorted. "Yeah, baby. I love shacking up with older women. How many kids do you have again?"
I giggled. "Three. And my profession is the best. As long as they remain convinced that I'm an over-40 choir director, our secret is safe."
"You're too much, Bec, ya know?"
"You keep telling me. Now get the rest of those clothes off and help me. I've got another idea to test ..."
The Nick Vignettes (the real ones!)