“So, looks like today is your day,” he says, that patented smirk on his face.
“Looks like. Come on in,” I step back as he enters my apartment. I close the door, taking a moment to compose myself. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Water?” he asks, his hands in his pockets.
“Sure,” I quickly walk into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water out of the refrigerator. I can hear Nick softly muttering to himself as he scans my array of photos in the living room.
“Do you usually talk to yourself?”
“You have got a shit load of people in your life,” he laughs as he takes the water bottle from my proffered hand.
“One of sixteen cousins, plus I have two nieces and two nephews,” I smile as I make my way over to the couch. “Come here, Blondie.”
“What’s up first?” Nick situates himself on the couch.
“Reading,” I hand him the black and white book.
“What is this?” The titles and description on the cover have caught his attention.
“Erotica. Chellie turned me onto these books and I thought it’d be fun,” a sly smile crosses my face.
“Okay, come here,” Nick opens an arm to me and snuggles me up against his side. He starts to read, his fingers playing with my hair.
I close my eyes, loving the sound of his voice. I love the way his voice changes into a low rasp when he reads the erotic scenes. Scenes where sex slaves are being whipped and tortured and forced to pleasure their “master” repeatedly. Any fears I had when I first opened the door are gone as I relax against his body. The book isn’t that long and we finish in under two hours.
He’s strengthened the pressure in his fingers; he’s now massaging my scalp. I hear a soft groan and then giggle when I realize that it’s me.
“Come here,” he turns to me, capturing my chin in his hand as he lowers his lips to mine.
I raise my arms to rest on his shoulders, a shiver sliding down my spine as he takes a long, slow, sipping kiss of my lips. I feel his tongue against my lips and I part my lips to grant him access. His tongue is warm against mine and within minutes our tongues are engaged in a hot, wet war. I pull back from him, my cheeks flushed, panting as I try to catch my breath. I grin as I look down at the floor before looking back up at him. He has a grin plastered on his face as his fingers brush the hem of my shirt.
Nodding, my hands join his as we lift my shirt over my head. He leans down to kiss my shoulder, his hands skimming my arms. I tighten my hold on his shoulders as my head falls to the side.
The next thing I know, we’re laying on the couch, and I’m braless. A slight giggle escapes as he skims his hands down my side.
“Oh! I think I found the secret weapon,” he digs his fingers into my sides and squeals erupt as I wriggle underneath him, trying to escape his fingers.
“Nick, please, stop! Nick, I can’t breathe!” I’m laughing as I gasp for air in between laughs.
He finally stops, holding me against his chest as I catch my breath.
Finally, I’m calm and he lowers me back to the couch as he starts to kiss my collarbone. I can’t help but moan as he brings his right hand up to knead the side of my right breast. Without knowing it, Nick has found my weakness. His mouth is now on my left breast as he continues to knead my flesh. My hips rise up to meet his as he abandons my chest and he kisses his way down my stomach. I grip his soft blonde locks as he unbuttons and unzips my jeans. I let go long enough for him to pull my jeans and panties off. His blue eyes darken as he takes me in. He suddenly reaches for my right hand, lifting it up.
“When did you get this?” he’s referring to my purple and blue butterfly tattoo that graces the underside of my wrist.
“Last summer. You missed the rose,” I turn over onto my stomach to show him the rose that adorns my left shoulder.
“Didn’t miss it. I just wanted to get you on your stomach,” he whispers in my ear.
I hear the sound of him unzipping his jeans and my whole body goes warm. I can feel the moisture growing between my legs as he tosses his shirt to the floor.
He gently kneads my shoulders, applying firm pressure as he works his way down my back. Without warning, he lifts me up and flips me into my back. There’s a look of pure lust in his eyes and I remember.
“Careful, okay?” my voice is barely audible, but he catches the look in my eyes.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks.
“Uh-huh,” I nod, tightening my grip on his wrists as if I’m afraid he’s going to leave.
“Well, then. We need to make this memorable,” he picks me up off the couch and carries me down to my room, kicking the door open and placing me on the bed. “8 seconds,” he whispers as he crosses the room to my stereo. A slight smile spreads across my face as I take in the sight of his gloriously naked ass. My eyes roll as I think of all the “ghetto booty” comments I’ve heard. Clothes do not do that ass justice.
Within minutes the room is flooded with music and Nick is making his way back over to me. I’m watching his chest, my eyes scanning the tattoos that decorate his skin as he moves to hover over me again.
“You ready for this?” he asks, teasingly, as he slides his hand between my legs. “Hell yeah. I think you’re ready,” he leans down to kiss me and while I’m lost in the kiss, he slides into me.
The shock is over in three seconds and the pain immediately dissipates as he starts to move inside my body. Whatever notions I had ever had about sex disappear as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. I find that my mind goes suddenly and utterly blank. The only thing that matters is the man on top of me and the things he is doing to my body! I’ve never felt this way. It literally feels like every nerve in my body is on fire and if the sensation of him thrusting in and out of me isn’t enough, he slips a hand down between is, his fingers brushing over my clit.
“Jesus,” my hips snap up as he brushes upwards, a thousand jolts of electricity running through my body.
“Come on, babe, cum for me,” he whispers against my ear as he presses my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
My thighs start to twitch and within seconds, my eyes close and my back arches as my orgasm runs through me.
He keeps me on the wave longer than I’ve ever been able to keep myself, slowly pulling in and out of me as my system calms down. I read up and run my fingers over the back of his neck and his head sinks down to rest on my shoulder as he cums. The look on his face is orgasmic enough. His eyes close and he presses his lips together as he lets this animalistic growl out.
He rolls over, pulling me against his chest. I rest my head against his Blackfoot Indian tattoo, his heartbeat lulling me to sleep. I don’t want to sleep, we only have 24 hours together, but it is 4 o’clock in the morning and when I voice my concern, Nick promises to wake me up by seven at the latest.
I wake up to the sound of him singing and the sound of the shower ringing. At first I frown to see that it’s almost eleven o’clock in the morning. (SEVEN WASTED HOURS!!!!) But when it sinks in that Nick is the shower, I giggle as I scramble out of bed and into the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth before climbing into the shower with him.
“Where you just singing Kelly Clarkson?” I giggle as I rest my hands on his shoulder.
“Jesus, Caitie! Give me a freaking heart attack why don’t you,” he gasps laughing. “And yes, shut up. That song got stuck in my head cause I forgot to shut your stereo off last night. “
“No worries,” I raise my hand to wipe the blonde hair out of his intensely beautiful blue eyes. “You were supposed to wake me up no later than seven, remember?” I try to pout, but it’s not really working with Naked Nick standing in front of me.
“Sorry, you looked so damn cute and comfortable. Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you,” he grins.
“Well then. Wanna make a girl’s fantasy come true?” I giggle.
“Yeah,” he looks excited.
“Take me in the shower,” I blink the water out of my eyes as I smirk.
“Really?” he looks a little shocked.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s probably against the law, I’d have you take me like the Prince took Beauty in that book,” my voice is low as I take a step towards him in the shower.
“Jesus,” he grins as he rinses the soap off his hands. Without warning he lifts me up and pins me against the wall. “Like this?”
“Just like this,” I wrap my legs around him, holding tight as he drives into me.
It’s fast and the orgasm is over faster, but it’s better than the fantasy I had planned out in my mind. (That little fact could be true because it was NICK CARTER fulfilling my fantasy, but hey, that’s the point of fantasies, right?) My body shakes a little as I quickly wash my long auburn hair. Nick washes his hair while I quickly shave. While I’m washing up, he steps out and starts to dry off. I climb out of the shower moments later to find him standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his hands for me.
“Let’s see if we can make anymore fantasies come true,” he says as he kneels down and gently towels me off.
Tears spring to my eyes at the gentleness he exudes but I quickly hide them as he wraps the towel around my body and picks up my hairbrush. He runs the bristles through my hair,
stopping once or twice to gently brush out a few tangles.
“Did I come close?” he whispers, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.
“You hit it on the head. How did you know?” I’m slightly shocked.
“Your pictures. They’re everywhere. Family’s important to you, you like to take care of everybody but you need to be taken care of every once in awhile,” he smiles.
“Did you talk to Chellie?” I ask. He couldn’t tell from a few pictures that I take care of everybody, that I’m the nurturer.
“Nah. You have an article framed in your bedroom,” he giggles.
“Oh, duh,” my body relaxes. The article I wrote for a college lit class, that ended up getting published in the school newspaper about the need I feel to help others, the need to take care of others. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah,” he nods as he pulls on a pair of clean jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt.
Immediately my head is in the gutter. The thought of him going commando in those jeans is going to drive me crazy all day long. I shrug it off as I head into my closet to pull on a thong, a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top.
“Come on. Johnny Rockets or Chinese?” I ask, grabbing my car keys and purse.
“Uh, Johnny Rockets,” he says as we climb into my 4x4.
Lunch goes by relatively uneventful. He grosses out when I dip my French fries in my chocolate milkshake, but other than that, lunch is full of random conversation. I learn more about him by the look in his eyes than by what he actually says. We finish lunch and head back to my apartment.
He suggests going for a walk around the neighborhood seeing as how “it’s an incredibly gorgeous day.” We set out and before long, he wraps his hand around mine.
A feeling of utter contentment fills my body as we slowly walk along the sidewalk. His hand feels so right around mine and all though my body is a little sore, it’s a great walk on a wonderful day. (And when I say wonderful, I mean the weather. Not the fact that I got Nick Carter all to myself for 24 hours. All though, that is a wonderful thing in and of itself)
We end up at the beach that’s about a mile from my house. Knowing that the ocean is one of his favorite things, we drop onto the sand and sit for awhile. I lean against him as he talks of the years he spent growing up in Florida. He talks of his family, the reasons why he loves the ocean, his music. We don’t realize how long we’ve been sitting, talking and enjoying each other’s company until we realize that sun is beginning to set. We decide to stay and watch the sunset before heading back to my place. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, tilting my head to kiss me.
We end up missing the sunset, but I have every other day of my life to watch a sunset. I don’t have everyday to make out with Nick for forty minutes.
Standing up, we brush the sand off our asses as we link hands before heading back to my place. Nick asks me what I want to do and an evil thought creeps into my mind.
“Wanna watch a movie?” I ask.
“Sure. I can stand more cuddling,” he grins.
I quickly pull House of Wax out of the DVD closet and pop it in. I sit beside him and get comfortable just about the time the opening credits pop up.
“Oh, hell. CAITLIN!” he growls.
“SHUT UP! She dies. Isn’t it worth watching her horrible acting skills to watch her die?” I giggle as I run my hand over his thigh.
“What ever made you watch this movie?” he asks, threading his fingers through my hair.
“Well, Chad Michael Murray and Jared Padalecki don’t hurt the situation and when I found out that Paris gets killed, I knew I had to see it,” I giggle. “Come on, it’s fun!”
He sighs, but finally agrees. I can see the sparkle in his blue eyes and I KNOW that he’s not as put off as he pretends to be.
Well, apparently, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen a scary movie, if it scared you the first time, it scares you every time after that. The scream that I let out when the killer is shown for the first time almost deafens Nick and he jumps so high you’d think he was the one scared by the movie.
“Have you seen this?” he questions as he holds me closer.
“About a hundred times. That part always gets me,” I bit my lip.
“And yet you still watch it?” it’s a rhetorical question and he knows it. He wraps me closer
to him and I think, ‘If I could just close my eyes, I could melt into his body’.
The movie is over before we know it and before I realize it, it’s already ten o’clock at night.
“Pizza?” I ask, standing up.
“Sure,” he follows me into the kitchen.
I order the pizza and he sets the table as I pour drinks. Dinner, rather a midnight snack, passes way too quickly. Neither of us really talks, we’re too wrapped up in our own thoughts, thinking about the day we shared, wishing we had more time. Eleven o’clock rolls around and Nick stands up, taking my hand and lifting me from my chair. He leads me to my bedroom and holds out the pajamas I had been wearing early this morning when he arrived. Puzzled, I quickly changed into my pajamas and followed his lead as we crawled into my bed.
“What are you doing?” a nervous giggle escapes my lips as I lay on my back and look up at him.
“Singing you to sleep,” he simply replies before lowering his head to give me one last final mind-blowing kiss. After our lips part, he gently caresses my cheek with his fingers.
Closing my eyes against tears of thanks, tears of want, tears of sorrow, I roll onto my side, snuggling my head against Nick’s shoulder. He carefully runs his fingers through my hair as he begins to sing the song he had been singing in the shower.
“Everything changes, but beauty remains. Something so tender, I can’t explain. Well I may be dreaming, but till I awake, can we make this dream last forever and I’ll cherish all the love we share.”
Yes, I know. Totally cheesy, but it melted my heart and I fell asleep listening to Nick’s soft voice in my ear.
When I awoke in the morning, I felt cold and vulnerable. Pulling the bed sheets around me, I climbed out of bed and padded into the living room. There, taped to the TV, was a piece of paper with my name on it. Trudging over to the TV I grabbed the note and lowered myself to the couch. Opening up the letter, my eyes blurred with tears as I saw my nickname in his handwriting.
Dear Cait,
Today was amazing. For me and I hope you, too. I hope I was able to make all your fantasies come true. Here is my cell phone number and my AIM screen name. I’d like to get to know you better, if that wouldn’t be too awkward.
Talk to You Soon,
Nick
I grinned happily, albeit foolishly. Luckily for Nick, I was in the market for new friends. Standing up off the couch, I headed to my computer to add Nick to my buddy list.
I shuffled back to my bedroom, curling up in a ball in the middle of my bed. Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I couldn’t understand why. I knew the terms of the agreement, I only got Nick for ONE 24 hour period of time. I had agreed to these terms, I had accepted these terms. But then again, there was that one little part of me that wanted him to decide to stay.
Oh, well. A girl can always dream though, right???