Claimed by Cupid （Nick and Holly #2）
Dana Isaly
To all the people who told me not to use folds anymore.
This one is for you.
“I love the way you taste, baby girl,” Nick says before growling against me as his tongue dips back into my pussy. I moan and fist his hair with my hand so tightly I’m pretty sure I’m going to pull it out.
“Right there,” I beg him as my back arches and I push harder against his face. His thumb goes to my clit as he continues to fuck me with his tongue. I can feel the heat start to build low in my stomach and spread out through the rest of my body.
I hold him tightly as it crashes through me, making my toes curl and my thighs squeeze his head until I’m sure he can’t breathe. But it’s never stopped him before, so I don’t let it worry me. Stars flash behind my vision, and I realize I’m not breathing either.
Taking a deep breath, I try to push him away. He’s trying to go for two in a row, but we’re in the bar bathroom, and I know there’s going to be a line forming. It’s New Year’s Eve, and the place is packed.
“Nicholas!” I laugh as he fights me. “Stop it! We need to get out of here.”
“Uh-oh,” he says, his head popping up from under my dress, his eyes bright and his beard wet with me. “You used my full name. Am I in trouble?”
He smiles and picks my panties up from the counter I’m sitting on.
“You’re being ornery,” I playfully chastise him. He bends down and runs my panties up my legs as I lift my hips to let him put them on the rest of the way. I reach out and wipe the evidence of what we’ve done off his mouth before he leans in and kisses my cheek.
“I’d like to kiss that gorgeous mouth of yours,” he whispers against my cheek before moving down to my jaw. “But I have a feeling you don’t want to walk out of here with red lipstick smeared all over both of us?”
“You’d be correct.” I sound breathless as I expose my neck to his lips. His beard scratches gently across my skin.
“Too bad,” he murmurs. “Because I’d really like you to taste how heavenly your pussy is.” He bites down, and I grab his jaw, bringing his bright eyes up to meet my own. I kiss him gently on the lips.
“You can show me later. Right now, you have a crowded bar outside of that door.”
He rolls his eyes but lifts me off the counter, gently placing me back on the ground and adjusting my dress down my legs. It’s black velvet and hugs every curve I used to be self-conscious of. But as he runs his hands over each one, I feel my skin light on fire. He appreciates all those parts of me that I used to hate. Not anymore, though. In the short weeks since I’ve known him, he’s been able to fill me with a type of confidence I didn’t think I’d ever have.
“It’s almost time, anyway,” he says as he checks his watch. “And I want everyone out there to see me kissing the most beautiful woman in the city.”
He swats my ass as I walk through the door, making me blush furiously as the five or so people in line for the bathroom look us over. It’s obvious what we were doing, but Nick just laughs and wraps his arms around my waist as we make our way down the hall.
“Think they knew what we were doing in there?” His voice is full of humor, and I just roll my eyes and run my hands over his forearms. I like every part of him, even how hairy his muscular forearms are. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of touching every part of him. It’s scary how fast I’m falling for this man.
“And just what were you two doing for the last ten minutes?” Jessica asks, her eyes teasing as we make our way behind the bar, and I prop up on the stool he keeps around for me on nights he works.
“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Nick says, kissing my cheek before going off to pour me a glass of champagne. “Look at her. You wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of her either.” He winks in my direction, and I fight rolling my eyes again, but Jessica just laughs. I swear he loves to tease me like this just so he can see me blush.
“Fair play,” she says, handing another customer a couple of drinks.
“Two minutes!” someone shouts in the crowd.
Nick hands me the champagne, and I watch as he walks off to turn the volume up on the speakers. He only has two TVs in the bar, and they show the ball changing colors as it spins slowly in Times Square. Nick makes his way back over to me, holding his own glass of champagne.
“Ready to ring in the New Year with me?” he asks, his eyes crinkling with his smile.