Rewritten (Unwritten Book 2) (13 page)

I’m surprised to feel her cum so fast, especially when I wasn’t doing anything special to bring her to that point, so I bend down, whispering in her ear, “Fuck baby… and we’ve just started. That’s one…”

I pull back, smiling a cocky smile before flipping her over to her stomach. I love how I can do with her as I please.

I caress her ass before leaning down to lick between her legs. “Mmm, you taste so good.”

I lie on top of her, keeping her legs closed and thrust inside of her again, moving ever so slowly to rebuild her pleasure.

She lies there, completely relaxed, and I know she’s still reeling from her orgasm as I continue my pace.

I pound into her, grabbing her ass and spanking it hard. Damn, it barely moves it’s so tight. Running my fingers up her back, I push her head down on the mattress more, tilting her ass for the perfect view.

Suddenly her legs clinch tighter and tighter around me so I reach around, caressing her breast before pulling on her nipple. I must have hit just the right spot because she responds instantly and erupts around me again.

I can’t help my grin against her back as I whisper, “That’s two.”

She’s too weak to even smile. Her head is in a daze at the intense orgasms so close together and I feel like a sex God right now.

I flip her again so she’s lying on her back. “Just wait till you feel this.”

I thrust inside her as I lie on top of her, missionary style. She squirms under me, trying to flip me over but the two orgasms have taken their toll and she’s too weak.

I’m surprised she’s not into this position. Women seem to always want it and normally I stay far away because it feels so “coupley” and I only like to fuck, with no emotion so I avoid it at all cost but for some reason it feels right tonight.

She tries to flip me over again but I say firmly, “No you don’t. I’m in control here.”

I lean down, kissing her lips as I slowly pull in and out of her. She lifts her legs up to wrap around my waist, finally giving in and throwing her head back.

I grab her wrists, pulling them back behind her head, holding onto them, making me in complete control as I bring her to her third orgasm of the night.

Clenching my teeth, I forcefully say, “That’s three,” as I cum, moaning loudly as I fall down on her, wrapping my arms under her back and holding her tightly. We lay like that for a few moments while we catch our breath.

Nichole gets up, walking to the bathroom and after I discard of the condom, I curl up under her covers with my arm resting behind my back, turning the TV back on to
Sports Center
.

When she walks back she lets out a sharp laugh, “Well, make yourself right at home.”

“I think I will. I won the challenge didn’t I?” I say as cocky as I can.

Nichole laughs, “Ok, I’ll give you that. That was hot. But come on, time to go.”

I stick my lower lip out, tilting my head to one side, pouting, “Are you kicking me out?”

“I told you, I don’t do sleepovers.”

“Well, I’m all about breaking the rules with you and if you don’t do sleepovers then you don’t know what it is to have morning-after sex,” I raise my eyebrows to her. I can’t believe I want to stay either but I really just want to fall asleep right here. I’m on such a high right now and I want it to last.

“What are you talking about?”

“Damn, you’re in for a treat, especially after that pounding I just gave you.”

“Oh, really?”

I grab her arm, pulling her down to the bed, whispering as sexy as I can. “You’re going to sleep next to me all night, dreaming of the time we just had, and when you wake up and see me next to you, you’ll want more.” I kiss her neck before going on. “And when I stick it in, you will be sore from our time tonight, but so horny because of the memories and you will love every minute of it.”

Nichole tilts her head to the side, allowing me to further my kiss on her neck, “Mmm, is that a promise?”

I stop to look at her, “You know it is. Now get under the covers. You’ll need your rest.”

She hops up first and grabs my old blue shirt I gave her last night and slips it on.

“You like my shirt?”

Nichole grabs it, smiling, “Maybe.”

“Good. I like seeing it on you. What do you have planned tomorrow?”

“My new campaign comes out. I’m going to go grab a copy of
Cosmopolitan
to see it.”

“Campaign?”

“Yeah, I’m a model and I just did a Calvin Klein shoot. It’s in the new issue that comes out tomorrow.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m fucking a model?”

“Um no. You just fucked a model. We aren’t fucking.”

I grab her, pulling her in close, “Oh, we are fucking. I’ve made you cum multiple times now. I’d say that’s fucking,” I respond, kissing her neck.

“That doesn’t mean it’s going to keep happening.”

I laugh, “Yes it does. Don’t fight it. You like this dick. Admit it. We are fucking. And we’re going to keep fucking.”

Nichole rolls her eyes at me but doesn’t answer.

I look at her sternly, “And I only fuck one person at a time, so that better be mutual.”

Nichole’s mouth forms a small smile that she can’t hide.

“See, you can’t fight it. You love this dick,” I smack her ass. “Now get in bed.”

I reach to turn off the TV when I see my phone vibrating on the floor. Hitting ignore to the call it shows me I have four missed calls and seven text messages, all from Beth.

God. Fucking. Dammit.

I don’t read them or listen to the messages. Just power the phone off so she doesn’t keep us up all night. Lord knows I don’t want Nichole to find out. Why can’t she just leave me alone once and for all?

I crawl back under the covers and click the TV off, forgetting about my phone. “Don’t forget to dream about me,” I taunt.

Nichole rolls her eyes before lying on her side, away from me but I don’t care. I won the battle. I’m staying the night and have all night to dream about how I’m going to rock her world again tomorrow.

When morning arrives I curl up next to her, pushing my hard cock against her.

“Well, good morning Paul,” she smiles.

“Hmm, good morning. Are you horny for me?”

She tries to play it off like she isn’t but when I wrap my arm around her to rub on the outside of her panties I can feel how wet she already is. “Oh yeah, what did I tell you? You dreamt about me didn’t you?”

Nichole laughs, “A lady never tells.”

“Well good thing you’re not a lady.”

I start to pull off her lace panties, kissing the back of her neck before slipping on a condom.

As we lay on our sides, with her legs held tightly together, I thrust inside her making her moan in absolute delight.

I keep up my delicious torture of her body, taking her higher and higher. She has no chance of being able to stay quiet and screams out in pleasure.

W
e walk into my apartment to grab my smaller camera for our trip back to Vacaville for Mason’s birthday party. Once we get to our floor level both of us look to each other laughing.

“Holy shit,” Charlie yells out.

“Oh my God. What? Who? Um, shit,” I laugh.

“Get it girl!” Charlie yells out.

I hit his stomach “Shhhh… They don’t know we’re here. Wait, God, I hope she has someone in there with her.”

Charlie laughs, “Um yes, I would say she does.”

“No, I mean, she’s never, I mean never, had a guy stay the night.”

Charlie lifts his eyebrows. “Well, she did last night. Goddamn. Oh shit, did you ever hear if anything happened with Paul the other night?”

I shake my head. “No, I haven’t talked to her.”

We can hear them both cum, one after the other and then silence falls from her room. We sit stunned, trying hard not to laugh.

Not long after, Paul opens the door, surprised to see us standing there.

Charlie starts laughing, turning around since Paul is still naked. “Yeah! That’s my boy,” he yells out.

“Oh, shit,” Paul covers himself, running into the bathroom, “Sorry Allison. What’s up, bro?” he nods to Charlie with his cocky smile.

I look at Charlie with my eyes open wide and we both laugh.

Nichole walks out of her room wearing a guys blue shirt that I’ve never seen before. She stops in her tracks when she see’s Charlie standing in the kitchen and turns bright red.

Charlie smiles big before teasing her, “I see you’ve had a good morning.”

Nichole taunts, “With your line of work, that should be a normal event.”

Charlie’s mouth forms a straight line and my stomach turns instantly.

“Come on, I quit. Please don’t bring that up,” he begs.

Nichole shrugs her shoulders, “Sorry…” before walking back into her room.

Paul steps out of the bathroom with a pink towel wrapped around his waist. “What’s up, bro?” he walks to Charlie with his hand out.

“I’d ask you the same thing but I think the entire building can answer that for you,” Charlie laughs.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m that good.”

“Oh God, I’m out of here. No need to make that ego any bigger,” I say as I follow Nichole into her bedroom.

“Holy shit girl. So I take it things went well the other night after you left?”

Nichole looks at me, trying to act nonchalantly, “Yeah, I guess so.”

I slap her arm, “Shut up. You like him.”

“God, Allison. He’s just a good fuck. As you can tell,” she smirks.

“Don’t lie. Did he really stay the night? And look, where did this t-shirt come from?”

Nichole looks down, “It’s his. He let me wear it home yesterday morning. It’s comfy, that’s all.”

“Wait, you stayed at his place the other night?”

“Ugh, yes. What’s the big deal?”

I laugh as I look away, teasing Nichole, “Oh, nothing…”

“Stop. I’m not you. I don’t date. You know this.”

“Yeah, you also don’t let guys sleep over or stay at their house,” I get up, putting my hands up in defense. “But hey, I believe you. It’s nothing,” I laugh. “Love you. We’re heading to Vacaville for his friend’s son’s birthday party. See you later. Enjoy your comfy shirt.”

I walk out of Nichole’s room to see Charlie and Paul talking in the kitchen. I look at Paul, laughing at the pink towel wrapped around him, “Ok lover boy. Go put some clothes on.”

Paul smirks, raising his eyebrows, “See you guys later.”

I turn to Charlie, whispering, “He not only stayed the night here, she stayed at his place the other night.”

“So?” Charlie responds, confused.

“No, this is a big deal. She never stays with anyone.”

“Well, good. He’s a good guy,” he leans in, giving me a small kiss, “Come on, let’s go.”