Chapter 231: The Perfect Place (7)
Georgia’s POV
I pressed both hands against Nick’s chest, breaking his kiss with a breathless gasp. "Nick! We can’t—not here," I whispered, though my protest sounded weaker than I wanted.
His grip only tightened, his body towering over mine like he had no intention of letting me escape.
"Why not?" His voice was dark and hungry. "I locked both doors. As long as you don’t scream, no one’s going to hear a thing."
Before I could answer, he swept me off the floor and sat me down on the vanity. My heart leapt to my throat. "You’re insane! They’re already waiting for us," I hissed, panic and heat tangling inside me.
He smirked, brushing his mouth close to my ear. "Then let them wait a little longer. I promise... this will be quick."
And just like that, his hands were on my thighs, pushing my skirt up in one decisive motion. My breath faltered, my body tense, yet desperate, as he bent down.
I clutched the cold edge of the vanity, knuckles whitening when he lifted my legs and spread me wide. My pulse roared in my ears as his mouth found me without hesitation.
"Oh God..." My head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, a strangled moan slipping past my lips when his tongue slid over me—urgent, demanding, relentless. No teasing this time, only raw hunger.
I bit down hard on my lower lip to silence myself, but then his finger pushed inside me, stretching me just right, and a sharp gasp tore out anyway.
Damn it—he was rushing, but every movement made me ache, made me throb, made me want.
The world outside no longer mattered. Not the family waiting, not the risk, not the time. There was only Nick, devouring me and me—helplessly giving in.
The sound of his belt unbuckling with his other hand made my pulse skip. My chest rose and fell, desperate for air, for him.
"Stand up—let me help you," I whispered, breathless. He obeyed, but never gave me back control. His finger stayed buried inside me, still curling, still moving, while his thumb replaced his tongue, circling over my clit with maddening movement.
I fumbled with his belt, trying to unfasten it, when he slid in another finger. My knees nearly buckled. A moan tore out of me, my head tilting back as my eyes shut tight.
"F–fuck..." I gasped, my lips parting, trembling against the sound.
His smirk burned into me. "I thought you were going to help me? Why stop?"
I shot him a glare as I forced my hands to keep working at the buttons of his pants. But then his fingers sped up, thrusting fast and deep, and a sharp cry spilled out of me before I could catch it.
"Ahh... Stop!" I panted. He stilled, only to start moving again the second I tugged down his zipper.
"Stop teasing me! I’m trying to undress you," I hissed, nails digging into his waistband.
He chuckled, slow and low, before pulling his fingers out of me. In one quick motion, his pants were gone, his shirt lifted over his chest—but he held it between his teeth, biting the hem as he bared his body to me.
The sight stole my breath. His muscles flexing, his eyes locked on me, that shirt caught between his lips—God, he looked like sin itself. My body clenched, wetter, needier, just from looking at him.
I didn’t even realize how close he was until I felt the hot, hard length of him pressing at my entrance—stretching me, filling me, claiming me before I could catch another breath.
The moment his cock stretched me, I gasped, my nails clawing at the edge of the vanity to steady myself.
"N-Nick..." My voice was shaky, half a moan, half a protest—but my body betrayed me, already clenching tight around him.
"God, you’re so tight," he growled against my ear, his hand gripping my waist as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was completely full of him.
I bit down on my lip, trying not to cry out too loud, but it was useless. Every hard inch of him drove me wild. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer.
"Fuck—" I gasped when he pulled back only to slam into me. The force sent a thrill racing through me, my head hitting the mirror lightly as he set a relentless rhythm—deep, hard, fast.
"Don’t scream, okay?" he teased in a ragged whisper, his breath hot against my cheek. But the smirk on his lips faltered the second I clenched tighter around him, milking him with every thrust.
His hand slid up, tugging at my blouse, baring my breast. He lowered his mouth, teeth grazing my nipple before he sucked hard, the sensation shooting straight to where we were joined.
I cried out, muffled by my own hand pressed against my mouth. "Nick... oh, God..."
He groaned, snapping his hips harder, deeper—his pace brutal, desperate, like he needed to brand me from the inside out. Every thrust sent shocks of pleasure ripping through me, my thighs trembling, my body quaking against the vanity.
Then it happened...
"Nick? Georgia? Are you done? Food is ready!" Nick’s mother called out.
I quickly covered my mouth, but Nick did stop and smirked at me while watching me struggle to hold that moan that he was forcing my body to release at how good he was moving inside me.
"Georgia is still in the bathroom. We’ll join you as soon as she’s done!" Nick shouted back.
"Okay, hurry up, the food will get cold," Prudence said. Then silence.
My heart was still beating so fast due to nervousness, but it was nothing for Nick. He kept his pace, slamming into me, hard.
"Say it," he grunted, pounding into me. "Say you’re mine."
"I’m yours," I moaned into his ear, my nails digging into his back, dragging down his skin. "Only yours."
He thrust harder at that, his rhythm almost punishing, my body bouncing against him. The wet sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the small bathroom, the air heavy with sweat and sex.
The pressure coiled tight inside me, unbearable. My body arched, my breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
"Nick—don’t stop—I’m gonna—ahh!" My voice cracked as the orgasm tore through me, my walls clamping down on him so hard I felt his rhythm falter.
"Fuck, Georgia—" he groaned, slamming into me harder, faster, until his own release ripped free with a guttural growl, spilling deep inside me.
We clung to each other, breathless, our foreheads pressed together, the aftershocks still shaking through me as he held me pinned against the vanity.
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