Nic's Devotion: An Endless Series: Book One (25 page)

     I guess subconsciously I’d known that he would be
sleeping in the bed with me, but seeing him climb in was daunting. He still
wore the shirt and shorts so some of my anxiety eased.      

     We faced each other in the dark, but it was too dark to
see facial expressions. I found this ideal at the moment because my face had to
be communicating my nervousness.

     “Try to go to sleep, okay.” Nic whispered next to me.

     “Okay.” I said. My body was tight and trembling with
stress and cold. I’d slept with Nic before but I’d fallen asleep accidently
then. Now, too many things were going through mind and even though I was
exhausted I couldn’t relax, or get warm.

     “Carrie, would it bother you if I held you? You’re
trembling is almost shaking the bed and I think my body heat would warm you up
fast. If that would make you too uncomfortable I could get you some more
blankets instead.” Nic offered quietly next to me.

     The thought of Nic’s warmth surrounding me sounded like
heaven, but I wasn’t sure if it would help me relax any.

     “Hold me.” I implored anyway.

     Nic shifted closer to me. “Turn around so your back is
to my chest.”

     I did as he instructed. Nic scooted closer and aligned
his whole body to my backside, even curling his legs with mine. The hairs on
his legs tickled. It was very intimate and I could feel the hardness of his
member pushing into my butt. That alone made my entire body flush with heat,
but it didn’t ease my trembling. I tried to ignore it and instead focused on
the heat emanating off him. His one arm coiled around my waist with his hand
settling over my stomach. The palm of his hand was like a heating pad.

     Eventually, his heat and stillness warmed and calmed me
respectively. I could feel his breath stirring the hair on the back of my head.
That was warm too.

     “God, I’m usually so cold all the time. I can’t
remember the last time I felt this warm.” I said in drowsy delight.

     Nic’s hand clenched on my stomach, and I snuggled
backward into his body heat more. I felt his penis twitch and Nic gasped out a
warm puff of air against my hair. I was too tired to be alarmed. It actually
felt good, everything about him felt good.

     “You feel so good.” I laid my arm over his and
entangled our legs more wanting every part of me to touch every part of him. I
wanted to keep him so bad, but…I pushed the awful thoughts away. I was feeling
too good to ruin this moment with thoughts of tomorrow. 

     Nic groaned faintly tightening his arm and pressing
into my back and butt. Tingles erupted in my groin and spread dispelling some
of my sleepiness. I moaned at the sensation and wiggled my bottom so I could
feel it again. Nic’s hand shot down to my pubic mound and pressed firmly. The
feel of his hand there and his penis at my back made a strong electric current
zip back and forth, front to back, and up to my breasts. An ache for something
overcame me, and I gasped at the force of it.

     “Carrie, you have to hold still, baby. Please.” Nic
pleaded with a groan.

     Half asleep I frowned at why he would want me to do
that. “But it feels so good.” I groused, with another wiggle. I was rewarded
with another firm twitch behind me and Nic’s hand pressed harder on my mound.
One of his fingers was close to a really sensitive part of my sex. I panted and
instead of wiggling back my hips jolted forward at the ache there that needed
attention. The spot received only a small touch but it was enough to make me
moan at the nice feelings. I had no control over the next jerk forward.

     The finger slid over the spot a little harder this
time. My sex clenched and pleasurable tingles rushed up my spine. Both Nic and
I moaned.

     “Do you feel that too?” I gasped in awe. “It feels
amazing.”

     Nic’s face burrowed into the hair at the back of my
neck. “Carrie, you have to stop. I can’t take much more.” He groaned and held
himself stiffly behind me.

     I stilled. “It doesn’t feel good to you?” I asked in
drowsy confusion.

     “Oh god, baby. It feels awesome, but you’re half asleep
and don’t know what you’re doing. I would totally hate myself in the morning if
we went any further, and I don’t want you to regret what could happen.” He
huffed behind me.

     I frowned. “You would feel bad if we went further?”

     “You’ve had a rough night and you’re half asleep. This
is not the time to be exploring each other.” Nic replied gruffly.

     Some of what he was saying was making sense. “Well, I
definitely don’t want you hating yourself. I don’t know if I would have
regretted anything though.” I said grumpily.

     Nic chuckled, but it sounded forced. “Baby, if you want
to do this another time I’m all for it. Let’s just go to sleep right now
though.”

     “You’re going to have to take your hand away from…where
it is if you want me to go to sleep.” I griped.

     Nic chuckled again but a groan was attached to it. He
moved his hand back up to my belly. “Now stop wiggling and go to sleep.”

     I settled but something was niggling at my brain
stopping me from slipping into sleep. Then I hit me and I huffed out a small
tired laugh.

     “What was that for?” Nic whispered.

     “You called me baby.” I said with another huff.

     There was a small pause but then Nic chuckled. “You’re
a dork. Go to sleep.”

     That set off a couple laughing huffs, and then taking a
deep breath I tried pushing away the ache left behind in my sex. From the
hardness lingering behind me Nic wasn’t having any more luck than I was. After
a short time sleep slipped over me carrying it away. 

Chapter
Twenty-two

Nic

     I woke curled up to Carrie’s back; my hips flush
against her ass, my morning wood resting between her white panty covered
cheeks, my bare legs still entangled with hers. One of my hands was tucked
under my pillow and the other was tucked between her legs. Her shirt, or I
should say my shirt, was hiked up to mid waist displaying a flat smooth belly.
I noticed all of this because the blankets had been shoved down to our lower
legs. Everything was on display to see and since I was a guy I couldn’t not look.

     She was the most incredible vision I’d ever woken up
to.  

     The only thing I couldn’t see was Carrie’s face; it was
covered in a mass of black silk. Leaning forward I stuffed my face in it and my
dick rubbed painfully against rough cotton. It wanted silky skin to rub
between. Wet, warm, constricting tissue would be even better.

     I groaned inwardly at my self-inflicted torture. Last
night had been the worst torment I’d been through. It had taken me forever to
calm down enough to fall asleep. I’d come to a conclusion about Carrie, she
became quite uninhibited when she was tired. Not only did it loosen her tongue
it also made her curious and a little amorous, and grumpy when she didn’t get
her way. When she’d groused at me it had been so hot.

     What had also been hot was when Carrie had felt those
first stirrings of sexual pleasure. I’d barely been able to control myself. If
asked I would have said that everyone masturbated. If they denied it they were
lying, but Carrie had been too surprised by her body’s response to have been
faking her innocence to the surprising pleasures of intimate touching. When I’d
place my hand reflexively on her groin to stop her movements one of my fingers
had inadvertently brushed close to her clit. Her body had instinctively sought
more, and her gasp of revelation and words of delight had been uttered in
complete wonder.

     I’d had to beg her to hold still, because without her
help I wouldn’t have been able to stop. I wanted her too bad…to hell with the
consequences. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. My first sexual
experience hadn’t been that out of control.

     I’d been telling the truth though; I would have hated
myself for taking advantage of her.

     Last night had revealed that Carrie wasn’t necessarily
afraid of sex; she just couldn’t handle being confined or held down. Last night
she’d freaked out when she’d felt trapped by the counter and my body, but in
the bed unconfined she’d been fine. Hopefully, it wasn’t restricted to her
having to be tired.

      However, the most pressing matter at the moment was
the bombshell that had been dropped last night of Carrie killing her father…and
Carrie admitting that it was the truth.

     I didn’t truly believe that Carrie killed her father.
There had to be something more to the story. Probably an accidental death that
she was somehow involved in and that she blamed herself for. Blamed herself to
the point that she had to be institutionalized. This could be why she was
having the episodes; some kind of survivor guilt or something. It didn’t shed
any light on her extreme distress at being confined or trapped though.

     An enormous amount of relief swept through me that
Carrie hadn’t dealt with any type of rape scenario. It had been killing me that
she might have been violated in such a violent way, but she was still hurting
internally by whatever had happened in her past…hurting enough that she had a
panic attack at just the mention of it, causing her to pass out.  

     I needed to get her to talk about it, but how was that
going to happen if just the mention of it caused a panic attack. I could go
online like Nikki had but that seemed wrong, an invasion of her privacy
somehow. Or more like a destruction of her trust. Hell, Seth and Evan had probably
already gone online last night. Well, maybe not Seth, he’d been awfully
sensitive to Carrie’s feelings last night. A little more sensitive than I was
comfortable with.

     Movement next to me brought me out of my ruminating.
Carrie moaned curling herself tighter into ball. She was probably cold. The
blankets were at her knees and my shirt was bunched up at her waist. I did some
maneuvering hooking the blanket with one of my toes and pulled it up enough to
where I could grab it, and to do that I had to remove my hand from between
Carrie’s warm inner thighs though. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand free of the
soft flesh to drag the blanket over her delectable body.

     I didn’t need it; I was burning up.

     The small movements appeared to have been enough to
wake Carrie. She inhaled deeply and stretched her body. The action tightened
her ass around my dick that was still wedged in her between her cheeks. She
stiffened at the same time I groaned in acute pleasure. Two or three more of
those and I’d be gloriously and embarrassingly finished.

     Carrie remained frozen. It was like she was pretending
to still be asleep. The rigidity of her body negated that.

    Removing my hard-on was agony, but I shifted back
putting a little space between us. “Did you sleep alright?” I asked gruffly. It
was better to just get her discomfort over with. This was new for both of us.
I’d never waken up with anyone before either.

     One of her hands came up to move the hair off her face.
She turned onto her back and her ice blue eyes were blearily bemused, her skin
flushed both from sleep and embarrassment. It hurt to look at her she was so
beautiful.

     Her hand came up to cover her lush pink mouth. “Yes,
thank you.” She replied behind her mouth, her eyes full of discomfort.

     Even though my body was in agony I couldn’t help
grinning at her formality, and ‘why was she covering her mouth’? “Is there a
reason you have your hand over your mouth?”

     Her eyes closed. “I have morning breath.” She
whispered.

     I chuckled and leaned in to kiss the hand over her
mouth. “So do I.”

     Her eyes flew open and some of the awkwardness
disappeared.

     “Would you like to run to the bathroom first or should
I?” I asked with an eye waggle. Seeing her butt scuttle away would be quite a
view.

     Her face flushed even more. “You!”

     I gave her an extremely dejected look. “You’re no fun.”
I complained. Rolling carefully out of the bed I jumped to my feet. My dick
tenting my shorts was hard to miss and Carrie wasn’t blind. Her gaze flickered
down and I didn’t think her face could get any redder, but it did. I wasn’t
going to hide it because I wanted her to be comfortable around it. Hell, the
thing was always hard around her so she needed to get used to seeing it this
way.

    Her gaze was fascinated for a second but than her lids
snapped shut. Grinning I made my way to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway
looking back at her. She’d been watching me cross the room. My smile widened. 

     “No running away while I’m gone?” I stated sternly.

     Her eyes wide she shook her head. “I won’t.”

     Satisfied I stepped in and shut the door. A shower was
my first priority; I needed to relieve some of my suffering. Turning the water
on I stripped and climbed in the stall. Standing under the hot spray I squirted
some soap in my hand and carefully grasped my cock. I stifled a moan; it was so
hard it was tender to the slightest touch.

     With a slow glide I stroked toward the tip and rotated
my hand at the end with a firm squeeze. I gasped at the pleasure and leaned my
other arm against the wall in front of me to support my shaking legs. Dropping
my head forward I closed my eyes and imagined Carrie lying under me as I slide
into her. She would be so tight and wet. I glided back down to the root and
squeezed again and turned my mouth into my bicep to cover the groan I couldn’t
hold back. I didn’t want her hearing me and making this morning more
embarrassing for her. 

     Breathing heavily I worked my way back up to the tip
slowly picture my cock exiting the tightly clenched tissues of her pussy. Shit,
it was so good; I wasn’t’ going to last. Squeezing the head again I did another
rotation and slid back down, and that was it. Tingles shot down my spine and my
body tensed as the orgasm tore through me. I stroked myself through it my teeth
sunk in my skin to stop the roar of ecstasy from escaping. Thick ropes of semen
spurted out of me and each spew caused a shudder to shake my form. It seemed to
go on forever.