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"Just when you thought it was safe to watch tv again… it's shark week! Starting on Monday…"
"…is definitely the worst dressed diva! That hair- what was she thinking?? And those earrings could be used as cattle prods…"
India punched the 'power' button on the remote and dropped it onto the couch cushion next to her. She sighed, thinking how sad this was… it was Friday night and she had nothing to do but channel surf. Chasity was at a co-workers bachelorette party, and she'd turned down an invitation from some teachers at school to go to a trivia night, not thrilled with the idea of sitting around a table with a bunch of old farts eating stale popcorn and trying to answer questions about alma mater nicknames from colleges she'd never heard of. She knew they hadn't asked her because they really wanted her on their team, it was more that they needed her to answer all the history questions to help them win.
The worst part of the night, though, was undoubtedly how horny she felt. It wasn't unusual for her to feel frisky, but this was crazy.
She got up off the couch, deciding she was definitely not in the mood to read and wandered into the kitchen, thinking maybe she'd bake some cookies or something… anything to take her mind off the way she was feeling… the dull ache of longing, the intense need for pleasure and release.
She was rummaging through the pantry, trying to see what ingredients she had and what she could make from them when the phone rang. She was glad for the distraction, a phone call from anyone would be welcome, hell, she'd even talk to Kimi just then. "H'llo?"
"Oh… h-hey… hi…" Nick stammered, surprised she'd picked up the phone. Since it was a Friday night, he'd been sure she'd be gone, so he'd been planning to just leave her a message.
"Nick??" India nearly dropped the phone, he'd been the last person she'd have expected to be calling.
"Yeah. Hi." Nick waited a second, mainly just to make sure she wasn't going to hang up on him, then said, "India.. I miss you so much… all day, all the time… I think about you… I miss you. And I'm really sorry I wasn't better about calling you and telling you what was going on… I was wrong and it was my fault and I'm sorry."
India listened to what he said, glad to hear him say all of it- especially that he knew he'd been wrong. "I miss you, too." She said, then added, "and I'm sorry about all those things, too… because I'm really wishing you were here tonight…I'm horny as hell."
Nick's heart nearly stopped at India's announcement and a hundred lights went off in his head. "Are you willing to give me a chance to redeem myself?"
India considered for a moment, "Possibly… what do you have in mind?"
"Come over to my place." Nick said, his voice making it more of a command than a suggestion.
"Why?" she asked, wanting to know what he thought he was up to.
"I'm gonna rock your world." He answered with a seductive tone that sent a shiver all the way down India's spine.
She was suddenly very aware of how fast her heart was pounding and the wetness between her legs. "Okay." She said immediately. No matter how mad she'd been at him, with the way she was feeling, she wouldn't have turned him down. But she wasn't really mad anymore- she missed him… she'd wanted to forgive him… he'd apologized… and if he'd take care of her needs tonight… she'd definitely get over whatever anger she had left.
"Thirty minutes?"
"I'll be there." She hung up the phone and practically dashed to her room, pulling her clothes off and trying to decide what undies to slip on.
Ten minutes later she was in the bathroom, half-dressed, spritzing on a light, flirty perfume. She'd chosen to wear the red bra she'd bought on her weekend with Chas that had caught Nick's attention and decided to skip wearing panties altogether. She turned around in the mirror, checking out her butt in the jeans she'd put on. Yeah… Nick would enjoy the view.
She went back into the bedroom, tugging on a pale pink shirt that read "lucky" in bold black cursive letters across her chest… only appropriate, she thought. She went to her drawer to grab a few things, just in case, and headed out the door.
~~~
Nick hurriedly picked up the clothes, towels, and miscellaneous junk lying around the house in the key areas- great room, hall and bedroom- and tossed them all in the laundry room. He wasn't worried about the rest of the house- he didn't plan on giving her any time to see it. He'd wanted her too badly… too many times to wait now that he had the chance. He couldn't the way things were going- she makes him wait, makes him learn… then they break up… and now- when he missed everything about her so badly… her smile, the sound of her voice, her kisses… He felt the shudder run through his body - the anticipation, the desire to possess her… He wasn't worried about being able to back up his statement.. he WAS going to rock her world… he knew by the end of the night she'd know just how powerful his feelings for her were.
~~~~
On her drive to his house, India couldn't stop squirming- partly from sheer anxiousness and partly because of the slippery wetness escaping from her.. she was sure there'd actually be a puddle on the seat when she got up.
She'd wanted him from the beginning… she knew Nick was unaware of how hard it was for her to keep resisting him… this was a new experience for her… it was almost wild… the way she wanted him. She knew she'd only had sex with Logan because she wanted sex, wanted to know what it was like and he was more than willing. But now, she wanted Nick. Wanted to know what he looked like naked, the way he'd sound when they were tangled up together, how his face would look when he'd cum… how he'd feel inside her, all around her…
India forced the thoughts to the back of her mind when another car honked at her for wandering over into the other lane. She had to get to his house in one piece before she could find out all those things.
~~~
Nick was ready for her when the doorbell rang- his body was totally wired, sensitized to respond to India's every touch, every feeling of her skin against his. He opened the door when he heard her car in the driveway, and watched her get out, give him a little smile, and start walking towards the house. He could practically feel the tension building inside him with every step she took… she was getting closer, winding him up more and more. His eyes roamed over her body… the tight t-shirt, the jeans hugging her hips, the sexy sway in her walk…
She stopped just a few feet in front of him. "You sure you want me?" she asked, teasingly.
Rather than verbally answering her, he closed the distance between them in one step, and reached behind her, his hands grasping her hips and lifting her up against him. Her arms and legs wound around him as their lips crashed together, frantically tasting each other in a passionate, lustful kiss.
India pulled away from him just long enough to gasp, "Inside. NOW." and kissed him again, her fingers skimming across the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps.
He didn't need to be told twice, he turned and carried her into the house, stopping their kisses only long enough to make sure he could navigate through the door without injuring either of them. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and gently pressed India up against it.
While still kissing him, she unwrapped her arms and legs from around him, put her feet back on the ground, and let him grasp her wrists, pinning them against the door. Had he not been helping to hold her up, she knew she'd be sliding down the door- her knees were so weak and her head feel like it was spinning - dizzy from the desire she could feel in his kisses… a longing and need that matched her own.
Knowing that he didn't have to stop at just kissing her made Nick all the more ready to go farther… get her out of those clothes… get all over her. He pulled away from her, biting her lower lip gently. He let go of her wrists, but grabbed one of her hands, leading her back to his bedroom. He was trying to sort through what seemed like a thousand thoughts, but the main one that kept occurring to him was that he was only the second guy she'd be with. What would this be like for her? Or for him, really? For them together? He'd decided soon after finding out how little was in her past that he liked that… there was so much for her to learn with him… maybe he could help her figure out things about herself she didn't even know.
India felt like the short walk down the hallway was never going to end… she just wanted to grab him and tear his shirt off… run her hands all over his chest… yank his pants off and see if her suspicions about him had been correct… As soon as she stepped into his bedroom, he turned her around, pulling her to him for another kiss. His hands slipped around her waist and met at the small of her back, his fingers gathering the hem of her shirt and beginning to inch it up.
India ended their long kiss, and gave him a quick peck on the lips before stepping back to help him along. She grabbed the front hem of her shirt and pulled it up, before letting go to let him actually take it off her. She saw the smile on his face when he got the first glimpse of the bra she was wearing, pretty sure he recognized it. She reached around her back and undid it, then slid the straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra aside.
Nick licked his lips as his hands went to her breasts, cupping them and gently pushing them together, his thumbs brushing over her nipples- causing them to stand out and making India gasp softly. He knelt in front of her, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipples as he dropped to his knees. He kissed just above her belly button, then just below it as he undid the buttons on her low-rise jeans. His dipped his tongue into her belly button and she giggled in response to the ticklish sensation. As he slid her jeans down over her hips he realized she didn't have anything on under them. He smiled up at her with a devilish twinkle in his eye. He waited for her to step out of her jeans and he pushed them away from her and sat back on his heels, looking her up and down. "You're amazing." He said after a few moments of intense inspection. "Completely beautiful."
India could feel a blush in her cheeks and smiled at him, impatient to get him as naked as she was and be able to look over him like he had just done with her. Her impatience was temporarily forgotten as she felt his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, forcing her to spread her stance a little wider.
Nick leaned closer to her, taking a deep breath and inhaling her sweet, musky scent. He slipped a finger between her legs, not really surprised at the wetness he discovered… he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He jumped up and scooped her up, carrying her the few remaining feet to the bed and setting her down at the edge. He knelt in front of her again, between her spread-apart knees. He put his hands around her hips and moved closer to her, his face right between her thighs. He cast a quick glance up at her, taking in her anxious expression, her eyes wide and watching everything he was doing.
She watched as his gaze dropped down, and suddenly she saw and felt his tongue on her, taking a long, hungry lick that caused her to gasp a strangled sounding moan of pleasure and surprise.
He looked back up at her, "I was right… you taste delicious."
India's eyes met his, "I-I think you might need to … take a second taste… just to be ..s-sure."
"You're probably right…" he said, nodding in mock seriousness. Hell yeah, he'd be taking a second taste. And third… and fourth…
India couldn't stop herself from tangling her fingers in his hair as his tongue touched her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her as if he was actually intent on devouring her. Her back arched in a jolt of ecstasy when his tongue fluttered across her clit, making her unconsciously tug at his hair.
Nick smirked a little as he looked up at her again, "Sweet… and delicious."
India leaned over to kiss him, wondering that if she could taste herself on his tongue- would she taste the same way to herself that she did to him. Either way, she couldn't tell, and it didn't matter… as they kissed Nick moved from his kneeling position onto the bed, pushing India down and straddling her hips. She looked up at him, hovering over her - a situation she'd imagined on many nights alone- and was surprised. In all the time this had played in her mind, she'd missed one detail… she'd have never expected the intensity she now saw in his eyes. She held his gaze for a moment, their eyes locked on each other.
Nick was the first to close his eyes, bowing his head to kiss her again- gently brushing his lips against hers.
India gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then pushed him away just a little, saying, "This isn't right…"
"What?!?" Nick couldn't help the squeak of shock in his voice- surely she wasn't going to make him stop now.
"I'm naked and you're not…" she said, her fingers tugging at his shirt.
He silently sighed with relief and said, "we can fix that." He got up and quickly pulled his shirt off and threw it halfway across the room.
India sat up, her eyes taking in his bared torso - tattoos, the tiny silver rings dangling from his nipples. Her hands going immediately to the button on his jeans, then sliding down the zipper. She pulled it down slowly- teasing mainly herself, but tormenting Nick as well as she glanced up at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Rather than just yanking his jeans down when she was done with the zipper, she slipped her hand inside his opened fly, her fingers pulling down the waistband of his boxers and sliding inside. She felt the warmth of the pulsing skin against her fingers as she wrapped her hand around him, her eyes not leaving his as she felt along his length. She smiled, her estimation had been correct… he WAS hung. Her fingers danced back up his abdomen, tracing lightly along his happy trail momentarily, before her desire to explore further got the best of her, and she pulled down his jeans and boxers in one tug.
Nick kicked off the clothes and immediately went to the bed again, covering her body with his. He nuzzled against her neck as she wound herself around him- pressing their bodies together, skin-to-skin so that he was sure he could feel his heart pounding against her chest. He took tiny bites at her neck, a little nip here and there, alternating with light kisses. He was torn between wanting to take lots of time to explore her body like he wanted to, or to save that for later and just get to what they both really wanted right now. When he felt her hands sliding down his back, her fingers pressing into him, trying to pull him closer if it was possible, he abandoned any possibility of waiting to be inside her… he knew he just couldn't do it.
India moaned softly- a sigh of excitement and anticipation as she felt him nudging against her, seeking entrance into her body. She shifted her hips, her hand sliding between their tightly pressed together bodies to guide him, a sigh of near ecstatic relief leaving her lips as he slid inside.
Nick groaned at the warmth and wetness, the snugness of the confines wrapped around him. He tilted his head to kiss her again, whispering "god, you feel so good" against her lips.
India could only moan in response as he began to move against her- her body instantaneously suffused with a tingling delight. She rearranged herself just slightly, wrapping one leg around just below his hip, the other a little lower. She moved her hands up his back, her nails gliding along his skin, causing him to shudder slightly.
Nick dropped randomly placed kisses all over India's face and neck, wherever his lips were closest to when he could no longer resist the urge to kiss her again. "Ind…" he started to say but was stopped by India placing her finger to his lips and quietly shushing him. He looked at her curiously.
"Just feel." She said, sliding her hands down his arms to grab his hands, bringing them up by her shoulders, then letting go of them, letting him grasp her wrists as if he had her pinned down. She locked her legs tighter around him, and began moving against him, creating more friction and heat by meeting and matching the rhythm of his thrusting.
Nick was quickly realizing she wasn't as naïve as he'd originally thought she'd be, and that, as usual, she was going to surprise him. He bowed his head, leaning down to kiss her nipples, working his tongue around the darker flesh.
India bit her lip, to keep from letting loose with a scream. Logan hadn't been the type to spend much time on her breasts, and she was quickly finding that she REALLY liked the way Nick's attention felt to her. The sensation seemed to spread through her body, moving straight from her breasts down, combining with the warmth radiating from where their bodies were joined.
He could feel her squirming underneath him, and realized he must be doing something right. The light kisses and licks stopped, and he cautiously gave her a little bite at the side of her breast, chuckling as her 'stay quiet' resolve faded and she squealed.
She began fighting against the grasp he had on her wrists as soon as he let go of her, her hands were on the back of his head, semi-subtly trying to direct him as to just where she wanted his mouth.
He bit her again, harder this time, and was rewarded with her nails skidding down his back as her back arched towards him. He was pleased with the reception his experiments were receiving… it was seeming like she was going to enjoy many of the things he did. He felt her hands slipping further down his back, to just above the curve of his butt, and he flinched when her nails sank into his skin. He lifted his head to see the flush beginning to creep across her chest and neck, her eyes closed, and noticed the change in her breathing- the shaky gasps coming quicker. There was something so sexy about the way she looked- just on the verge of letting go, surrendering to the way he was making her feel, that set him off… had his own release rushing on him fast. He slipped his arms underneath her, holding her as close to him as possible, his movements against her become faster and more erratic, until he could take no more and squeezed her tightly, his body rocking with release.
India gasped in Nick's embrace, her body reacting to a thousand sensations at once. The shudder ran the length of her spine and she couldn't stop the shriek that left her lips as her body was caught up in the waves of pleasure took over. She held tightly to Nick, breathing hard, quickly assessing that that had definitely been the best thing she'd ever experienced.
A few minutes later, when Nick could form complete thoughts again, he moved to the side of her, propped up on his elbows and said, "I'm thinking we should get back together…"
India nodded, "Yeah… me, too…" She looked at him for a second and laughed, "I can't believe that just happened…" she paused, and leaned over to kiss him. "But I'm glad it did."
Nick pulled her over to him, holding her against his chest. "If I'd have known that's what it would take to get you back, I'd have been waiting in your bed three weeks ago."
"I wouldn't have gone for it then… I just wanted to be mad at you… you pissed me off so bad, because you hurt me. It seemed like you didn't think I was important enough to make a simple phone call." she said, quietly.
"I know.. I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you." He swept a few stray strands of hair from her forehead, and gave her a kiss. "I promise it won't happen again."
She smiled at him, then asked, "So, so you think I'm worth the wait?"
Nick chuckled, "Yeah, definitely."
She wiggled away from him, and gave him a smirk. "You shouldn't have answered that yet."
He arched an eyebrow to her, "Why's that?"
"'Cause I haven't even started with you." She slipped down the bed, her hand gliding along his chest and stomach and on down, stopping as she wrapped her hand around him, using the sticky wetness of them mixed together to slide her hand up and down.
"You what?" Nick asked, surprised that he was starting to respond to her touches so quickly.
"It's my turn now." She said, getting up off the bed and disappearing through the bedroom door.
Nick sat up, wondering what was going on, what she had in mind.
She returned a few moments later, with a fistful of something. "On your knees and turn that way" she said, pointing towards the wall with his dresser.
"Okay…" He turned and kneeled on the bed, facing the direction he'd pointed. He glanced into the mirror on top of his dresser, thinking it was very odd to see himself like this… hair mussed from her hands in it, a little pink still in his cheeks from his orgasm, and his body totally and completely ready for her again.
India crawled onto the bed and got in front of him, temporarily blocking his view of the mirror as she settled herself- her knees on either side of his, and pushed him back to sit on his heels, her straddling his lap. She looked at him over her shoulder, watching his expression as it started to occur to him what she was wanting to do. She reached behind her back to gently grasp him as she moved to hover just above him, then slid down on him, pressing their bodies together as she sat back on his lap. She turned again, to kiss him, unsurprised by the intensity of his kiss… she knew he'd like this.
Nick slipped his hands around her waist, excited by being able to watch himself touch her. He moved up to cup her breasts, playing again with her nipples, hoping for a response similar to the one he'd received last time. He could feel her tightening around him, tiny contractions that momentarily made her silky wet warmth even more snug and delicious for him. He bit gently at the back of her neck and felt her body tense and tremble against him. He looked back up at the mirror, just in time to see her reach for his hands, and hold them in front of her.
She unclenched her fist, revealing a wide black satin ribbon, that she quickly wound around Nick's wrists, binding them together. She tied a knot at the end, and looked at Nick's reflection in the mirror, the shocked look on his face. She moved back a little, her butt pressed against his stomach, and spread her thighs further apart, then took Nick's bound-together hands and pushed them between her legs, her fingers guiding his to exactly where she wanted them. She began to move, rocking slowly- alternating back-and-forth, slight side-to-side, and a gentle up-and-down that quickly turned into a swaying, circular rhythm that made them moan simultaneously.
While Nick found it a little bit difficult to completely get his fingers just where he wanted to keep them, he was sure this was easily the hottest situation he'd even found himself in. She had, once again, completely surprised him, by taking control… she'd tied him up for god's sake… positioned them in front of the mirror… and her eyes were locked on the mirror, just like his were, watching the movements of their bodies, the expressions of ecstasy on each other's faces…
India reached down, her fingers joining Nick's in stroking her, she could see in his reflection the complete look of lust in his eyes… she knew that he liked this… liked being able to watch him touch her and her touching herself. She'd known that.. and had correctly suspected that she'd like it, too… she was getting hot, very quickly… between being able to angle herself just so, where Nick was hitting precisely the right spot- repeatedly, every time she'd thrust back against him… plus his fingers, her fingers… the occasional bite he'd give the back of her neck… and the look he'd give her every time he'd glance back up into the mirror… The suddenness of her orgasm caught her off guard, as did the intensity… she threw her head back against Nick's shoulder, moaning loudly as she felt herself clenching around him over and over.
There was no chance of Nick being able to hold out any longer when India climaxed- feeling her, seeing her, and hearing her hit him all at once… combining for into a release that nearly had him seeing stars. His arms tightened around her, and he felt her go almost limp in his arms as her orgasm subsided, and she quivered with a tiny aftershock when he completely let go inside her.
Unable to really move anywhere else, they collapsed to the side, Nick's arms still holding India close to him.
She took a deep, shaky breath and whispered, "Now you can tell everyone I've got you tied down."
It took every last bit of energy Nick had left to laugh, "I'm totally okay with that." He kissed her neck as she undid the ribbon that she'd bound his wrists with and let it drop to the floor, then snuggled back against him, obviously as exhausted as he was. He stayed awake a little longer than she did, thinking about how happy he was that he'd gotten her back… and how much he liked her way of perpetually blowing his mind. He watched her sleeping for a while, wondering what she was dreaming about and then, finally fell asleep with a content smile on his lips.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain..
I need you to know that I care..."
("I miss you" - Incubus)