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  Frustrated with Nick and myself, I blurt out my next words, knowing they are a low blow. I cringe when my words literally knock Nick on his ass. “In the elevator. Just today, you knew I wasn’t ready,” I toss at him.

  I saw the regret in his eyes this morning as he pulled out of me and released his tie from his neck. He used his tie to clean between my legs and fixed my dress back into place. Planting a kiss to my forehead, he told me he loved me once more, but his words held the same regret as his eyes.

  I feel like a bitch. I open my mouth to apologize, but Nick scowls and shakes his head cutting me off. “I was not alone in wanting to have me inside of you. I knew you were hurting, but I also knew you needed me as much as I needed you. I saw the way your body reacted to me from the moment you walked into that conference room. I have never forced a thing on you Sephora,” Nick growls.

  I look away not wanting him to see the tears that are on the verge of spilling over because he is right. Once again it hits home that Nick is the only one that has always considered my wants along with my happiness. Guilt slices me in half.

  “I kissed someone,” I whisper. “It…it…I…I didn’t kiss him back, but I let him kiss me.”

  Chapter 6

  Change

  Nick

  I feel like someone just punched me through my chest. I hear her words, but they don’t make sense. I feel the blood pounding in my ears and they are ringing. I was with her when she explained her need to play again.

  I got where she was coming from. I just wanted her to see that I have never tried to take her choices. I have only ever wanted to give her what makes her happy. Yes, for a moment her words stunned me as I thought of taking her in the elevator, but I know that we were both in it together. Sephora responded to my touch just as she always does.

  I felt like a bastard for not waiting until after we were home and after we settled things, but I know I did nothing Sephora didn’t want or need. However, this. The words that have just fallen from her lips that cut me at the throat are like quick sand in the middle of my home.

  I lift back to the balls of my feet and place a firm grip on her thighs. I duck my head to look up into her eyes as she tries to duck away from me. Tears start to track down her cheeks.

  “Can you repeat that for me,” I say with a deceptive calm.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to believe. I thought…I thought Jillian was telling the truth. He is just a friend. No one makes me feel like you do,” she sobs as I look into her eyes.

  “Mark?” I growl.

  She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “No, ha, God no, Mark practically hates me now. I just keep messing things up with the men I care about.”

  “Who,” I hiss feeling murderous.

  “Does it matter? I’m so sorry, Nick,” she whimpers.

  “Yes. It. Matters,” I ground out.

  “It was a harmless kiss, Nick,” she whines.

  “Then me knowing who kissed you is harmless,” I snort.

  “Ryan,” she whispers.

  I let the name float through my head. Sephora has no idea how much I really know about her life. I have been watching her from a distance for four years. It only takes a few seconds for the name to click into place.

  I remember being concerned when she first met two of the Black brothers. I know Wyatt Black personally. I know of their reputations. I also know how women also know of their reputation, but insist on falling at their feet anyway.

  I was relieved to see that nothing much came of their meeting, but now I see that I may have been wrong. I once had conflicting feelings about Sephora’s lack of social life. Now, as I grind my teeth to remain in control, I wish I could have kept her away from any human with a cock between their legs.

  I’m going to beat the shit out of Ryan Black. My blood boils even more as I realize at least one of the Blacks knew where Sephora was when I asked for help. I received a text from Johnathan that they were shorthanded and couldn’t take the case.

  “Motherfucker,” I mutter.

  “Nick, they’re my friends. They were trying to keep me safe,” Sephora says as if she can read my thoughts. “I didn’t tell anyone what was going on.”

  I don’t reply. I turn away from her as my jaw works under my skin. The thought of another man with his hands on her. Knowing she allowed another man to kiss her, is destroying me inside.

  “Nick,” she says my name as she touches my jaw with her hand that is still clutching the bow tight. “It meant nothing. I’m sorry. I never should have run. I should have stayed and demanded the truth. I’m so sorry.”

  I turn back to her and just stare. I knew something had changed. Now that I know what, I can’t see straight. What was once mine and mine only has been touched by another. My possessiveness of this woman consumes me and the need to claim her burns in my veins, but just taking her isn’t enough.

  I need her to know why she is mine. Why she should never have questioned me. Why I see her as the most beautiful woman in the world and will for the rest of my life.

  I move forward, leaning into her until my face is right in front of hers. My hands are still placed firmly on her thick thighs. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks.

  “You still don’t get how much I love you,” I say as I search her eyes. I reach to run a hand over the bun in her hair. “I love every single hair on your head.”

  I move to touch one side of her temple and place kisses to the other side. “I love your mind. You think everyone sees you as naïve, but you are so wrong, Baby. I see a bright young woman that is still coming into her own, but isn’t afraid to take any task on. You are amazing and the way you run your team proves that you are a genius.”

  I cup her face and place a kiss to each lid as her eyes flutter closed. “I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited. I love that they tell me when you are ready to explode for me. I love that I read your every thought through them. I love that they change color, sometimes they even change with your mood. I love that when I am deep inside of you your eyes tell me that you love me.”

  I place a kiss to her nose and pull away to stare at her lips. They’re so full and I know how soft they will feel against mine. Again pain shoots through me at the thought of someone tasting what is mine.

  I brush my thumb across her bottom lip as if I can wipe his kiss away. I growl when it doesn’t make the image of Ryan kissing my baby go away. I pull her lips apart with my thumb sticking the tip into her mouth.

  Sephora tentatively licks the tip, then bites it. I groan and bite my own lip. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is.

  “I love your lips,” I start huskily. “I love when my name floats from them. I love when you wrap them around my cock, always so eager to please me. I love the way they look, the way they taste, the way they feel. I really love the way that feel.”

  I lean in and kiss her hard. It is almost punishing. I nip at her lips and suck them in my mouth as she whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck still holding her instrument tight. I deepen the kiss as I think of her confession.

  I have to force myself to pull away. My chest is heaving as I look at her identical response. She goes to release the bow and violin from her fingers, but I shake my head. “Hold on to them,” I command.

  I have plans for my little violinist. I reach for the hem of her tank top and push it up over her breasts, exposing her full beautiful globes. They bounce free and I lick my lips. I groan as the light from the fireplace dances against her brown skin, displaying her chocolate tips like candy.

  Our quick romp in the elevator was not enough for me. I didn’t get the skin to skin contact I needed. I dip my head and pull one of her taunt nipples into my mouth and suck, hard.

  “I love your body. Every inch of it,” I say against her breast as I let the nipple pop free from my mouth. I look up into her eyes. “I love the way you fit against my body. I love your soft curves and how they move with me. I love how your breasts mold to my chest or bounce in
my face when you are riding me.”

  I move my hands to her panties as I watch her pant for me. I hook my fingers in the hem and start to remove them from her hips slowly. I bend my head to kiss first her left hip, then her right. Her hips buck towards me and I smirk.

  I proceed to slide her panties lower. When I have them at her knees, I bend to kiss each of her thighs. “I love the way your thick thighs cradle my body as I thrust into you. I love the way they tremble against me when I make you come,” I groan as my eyes flicker up and I see her juices coating her thighs.

  She is always so damn wet for me. It drives me insane. If I could spend all day sliding in and out of her wet pussy, I would. I lick my lips ready to dive in for a taste.

  “Nick,” Sephora whimpers and squirms.

  I push her panties to the floor and lift her leg up by her ankle. I bring her toes to my lips and kiss each one before sucking the big toe into my mouth. “I love your little feet. I love that you are slightly pigeon toed and I swear at times after I have fucked you really good, it is like it is more pronounced.”

  I kiss her ankle, then the space behind her knee. I then move to the place that has been calling to me all along. I run my nose up her slit and nuzzle her clit. She smells fucking amazing.

  “Nick, please,” she whimpers some more.

  “Please, what, Baby,” I ask, licking her clit slowly between each word. “I’m not letting you come on my tongue. That will be your first punishment, because you didn’t trust me and you believed I could hurt you and lie to you, I will not let you come all over my face like I know you love.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

  “Too late,” I growl against her pussy before I dive in and devour her juices. She tastes so good. It is going to punish me as much as it is going to punish her not to let her sweet come squirt down my throat.

  I have been very lenient with Sephora. I think that is where I have gone wrong. I have held back and it has cost us both. No more. It is time for her to really experience where our relationship can take her. It is time for her to learn to fully trust me and it starts right here tonight.

  I grab her hips and bring her heat closer to my face as I lap at her wet core. Sucking, licking, nipping and slurping at her soft, sweet flesh. I feel when she is close, right at the edge about to tip over and I retreat.

  “No, no, no,” she whimpers and I chuckle.

  I reach for my gym shorts and push them down my hips. Standing to my full height, I let them fall to the floor. Sephora licks her lips, but she won’t be getting the pleasure of sucking me tonight. I see it in her greedy eyes that she loves it too much. Not this time, I think with a smirk.

  ~B~

  Sephora

  The look in Nick’s eyes when I told him about Ryan almost tore me in two. The kiss really was innocent, at least on my behalf, but I can see the hurt it has rendered. I was ready to beg him to forgive me, but I can now see in his jade green eyes, that he has plans of his own.

  I have never wanted Nick more. Hearing his words and seeing me through his eyes has me so turned on. I squirm in my seat as my fingers flex around the bow and violin.

  He steps into me and I lick my lips at the sight of his cock pointing straight at me. I feel like even his penis is pointing a guilty finger at me for my mistakes, but I am ready to answer for my crimes.

  My breasts feel heavy, my clit is aching and throbbing for his attention. Yet, I am frozen as I watch this Adonis stand before me. I feel like I am in a trance, waiting to be pounced upon and unable to defend myself against the coming attack. I’m not really sure I want to defend myself.

  “Stand,” Nick gives the single word command.

  In Sephora fashion, I clumsily stand from the chair. I see Nick’s lips quirk into a smirk. I guess my clumsiness is something else he loves. I can see the mirth in his eyes.

  “I even love that you are still learning to use your legs, one minute, but in the next you can strut across a room with the confidence and grace of a Queen. Do you know you are most graceful and exquisite when you just stop thinking? I see the moment you shut it all off and become yourself, not who everyone tells you should be or who you think you should be for others. You are perfect Sephora,” Nick says with a smile, answering my thoughts and pulling me into his chest.

  He nuzzles the side of my neck, placing soft kisses along the column of my throat. Just the tender, soft kiss of his lips has me wondering how I could ever doubt him. I moan as his tongue peeks out against my skin and he pulls my flesh in between his lips. He bites down gently and I shiver.

  Nick pulls back, moving around me, he moves me forward as he steps behind me. He runs his fingertips down the center of my back, knowing what his touch does to me. I can feel his heat at my back as he starts to kiss my neck once again.

  Suddenly his warmth is gone and I hear him sit in the seat I was once seated in. His hand reaches out for my right hip and tugs me back until I am moving into his lap. I gasp when the tip of his cock nudges my wet entrance.

  Spreading my legs a little further apart, I start to slide down his length as one of his hands guides me down by my hip and the other cups my mound. Nick tugs my back against his chest, leaning into my ear. He licks the shell of my ear before whispering into it.

  “I want you to play for me,” his voice comes out husky and gravelly. “Lesson one that I should have given you from the start, my little butterfly. I set the rhythm and you play.”

  With those words he starts to guide me up and down his shaft by my hips. I have no idea how I’m supposed to play while he is filling me up and making my body sing for him. I lift the violin to my chin and rest the bow against the strings, moaning just before I take a deep breath and start to pull the bow across the strings of my violin.

  My first few notes coming out shaky, but I bring my thighs together a bit more and pull myself together. If he wants me to play while we make love, I am going to make this happen. Nick groans as I shift and his hand on my waist tightens.

  “And remember, you’re not to come,” Nick breathes in my ear. I whimper, moan as his thumb on the hand cupping my mound starts to circle my clit.

  I play to the slow rhythm he has set as he guides my hips to ride him slow. He pulls me into a grinding motion on each downward slide, causing me to nearly lose my mind.

  His breath is heavy on my neck, sending chills through my body, but I continue to play the slow and sensual melody that pours from my heart into the bow. When Nick’s lips latch onto my neck, he starts to move me more vigorously and thrusts up to meet my downward strokes.

  I have found my center. Nick and I are now one with the music and I effortlessly increase the tempo to the time of his guided strokes. I feel my body wanting to splinter as I reach a climax in my playing.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” Nick groans. Then he growls. “Don’t come, Sephora.”

  I cry out, then grit my teeth as I try my best to follow his command. His finger circling my clit thankfully stops. I think of Ryan’s lips on mine and my climax recedes as the guilt takes its place. Right as my orgasm starts to hover out of reach, Nick’s hot seed starts to jet into me. I feel him pulsing inside me.

  “Ahh, Sephora,” Nick groans. He holds my hips in place against him as he empties into me. “Rest,” he grunts into my ear and I let the last note fill the air with a haunting, sensual sound.

  I try to catch my breath as does Nick. He buries his face in my neck and nuzzles the sensitive flesh. I shiver as I feel his still hard shaft twitch inside me. It feels as if he has gotten harder and not soft at all.

  Just as my heaving chest settles, Nick’s thumb starts making circles around my sensitive nub. His tongue traps the sweat that is sliding down my neck. I moan tilting my head to the side for him.

  Nick releases my hip and wraps his fingers around my throat lightly. His fingers flex gently as his hand cupping my mound starts to guide me slowly again. I take the gentle squeeze of his fingers as his unspoken command for me to once again begin to
play.

  Nick grunts in approval when I lift the violin and the bow once again. Again, I play to the rhythm Nick is plucking my body to. I am mesmerized at the fluidity of our bodies moving together in sync to the melody I am playing.

  “You feel that,” Nick says into my ear. “We fit together perfectly. My heart beats for your heart. My soul speaks to your soul. No one else can have you, Sephora. No one else can handle or understand you. No one can unlock you the way I can.”

  “Nick,” I breathe.

  “Tell me your mine,” he hisses in my ear.

  “I’m yours,” I gasp as he increases the pace at the same time.

  I follow the rhythm he sets as the sound of my violin, Nick’s grunts and groans, our panting breaths, and the slapping of our bodies fills the air like our own private symphony. I bite my lip in concentration and squeeze my eyes shut. My orgasm is peaking with ten times the ferocity of the two previous ones Nick wouldn’t let me complete.

  Nick squeezes my throat, turning my face towards him as he devours my mouth. I lose all focus on playing this time. I am on sensory overload as his tongue pushes into my mouth. The kiss is searing, possessive, claiming and demanding in a way I have never known.

  My arms fall limply to my sides and the bow and violin fall from my fingertips, thudding softly on the rug beneath us. Nick’s hand that has been at the apex of my thighs, slides slowly up my side, and takes new positioning over my breast. He kneads, squeezes, rolls and pinches my nipple between his fingers causing me to arch my back.

  “Do you want to come, my Sephora,” Nick rasps in my ear.

  “Yes, please,” I beg.

  “Then ride my cock like you know it’s yours. Show me you understand who it belongs to,” he growls.