Chapter 24 23. It's Not Fucking Joke

Chapter 24 23. It's Not Fucking Joke


Chapter 23
It's Not Fucking Jokes

“I have to be at the restaurant by two,” Vanilla said as she stroked the hairs on Nick’s chin.

Nick took Vanilla’s hand, playing with her fingers. “You just slept for two hours, Mi Amor.”

“You’re the reason I didn’t sleep,” Vanilla muttered, her face flushing as she remembered how she and Nick had spent the rest of the night.

Nick glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand beside his bed. “It’s only eight. You still have time to sleep.”

Vanilla’s fingers stroked Nick’s chest, which was covered in thick hair. “Actually, I’m hungry, but my eyes won’t cooperate,” she groaned.

She brushed her lips against Nick’s chest, then buried her face there, inhaling his distinctive scent before closing her eyes.

Nick caressed the skin of Vanilla’s shoulder, as beautiful as marble, then slowly traced her back with his fingertips while his eyes followed the movement of his hand. “Go to sleep. You’ll get your breakfast when you open your eyes later.”

“I don’t think I can sleep if your hand keeps staying there.” Vanilla pressed her body even closer to him.

“Are you ticklish?”

“A little.”

“No wonder.”

Vanilla opened her eyes, then looked up at Nick’s face. “What?”

“It’s not difficult to make you org....”

Vanilla quickly covered Nick’s mouth with her palm, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. She had thought Nick stripped her the night before to rape her, but it turned out that he had only been trying to scare her.

Nick had pulled off the party dress Vanilla was wearing, throwing it onto the living room floor. Perhaps it was still there, along with her underwear. She thought so because she could not remember exactly when Nick had pulled the last piece of fabric from her body, as she herself had been too carried away by Nick’s kisses and touches, which had made her lose all sense of reason.

“I’ll help you get that often,” Nick said, his mouth still covered by Vanilla’s hand.

“You’re so annoying,” Vanilla grumbled.

Nick chuckled, touching the area between Vanilla’s thighs. “You want it again, Mi Amor?”

Vanilla tensed as she felt Nick’s fingers teasing the space between her thighs. “Nick, please. Don’t....”

Vanilla’s mouth said no, but unfortunately, she spread her thighs wider as though giving Nick access to do whatever he wanted except enter her.

Vanilla gripped Nick’s hair. “Nick... enough.”

“I’m only touching it a little, Amor,” Nick growled.

Vanilla grabbed Nick’s wrist, moving his hand away from her sensitive area. “We should take a shower, and I’ll make breakfast for us,” she said as she watched Nick warily.

Nick’s hand moved elsewhere instead, squeezing Vanilla’s breast, which had slowly become tense and firm. “You’re my breakfast.”

“Nick... if I stay with you like this for too long, I’m sure I’ll be the one who pounces on you,” Vanilla said desperately.

Vanilla admitted that Nick possessed extraordinary charm and admitted that she had lost. Vanilla could no longer run away and reject Nick because the truth was that she wanted him.

The night before, Nick had made her orgasm with his tongue, and there was no denying that something like that had made her want more. A kind of feeling, dissatisfaction. She wanted all of Nick, inside her.

“You won’t have the courage,” Nick said as he pulled back the blanket covering part of their bodies, revealing their naked bodies without a single thread covering them.

Nick crawled over Vanilla’s body. “You’re really testing my faith, Vanilla,” he growled, half desperate because since the night before, he had wanted release inside Vanilla’s body, and clearly, it was impossible.

Vanilla grinned, lifting her back and resting both elbows on the pillow, bringing her and Nick extremely close together.

“Mr. Knight, what if we play a game?” Vanilla’s eyes locked with Nick’s.

“You’ve played enough games with me, Mi Amor.”

“I don’t think so. I want to see you suffer even more.” Vanilla pressed her nose against Nick’s and rubbed it gently. “I like seeing you suffer like this.”

“You’re crueler than a psychopath.”

“You scared me last night.”

Nick rubbed his nose against Vanilla’s in return. “You weren’t completely scared.”

What Nick said was true. When the man had pulled off her dress until it left her body, then moved Vanilla’s hands away from her chest and, without any manners, immediately tugged at her nipples with his teeth, Vanilla had not been afraid. Instead, she had wanted more. Without realizing it, she had moaned instead of getting angry at what Nick had done, even though he had clearly taken liberties with her body.

She had even impatiently pulled Nick toward her and kissed his lips, forgetting her pride.

She kissed Nick as though only his lips were capable of satisfying her thirst.

Then, when Nick’s hands traced every inch of her skin, she did not resist either. She surrendered, and even when Nick pulled off her underwear and threw the fabric away, she did not care. And when Nick began licking her skin with his tongue, she spread her thighs even wider and gripped Nick’s curly hair as she screamed Nick’s name, not caring that someone else in the house might hear her voice.

All Vanilla felt was joy inside her body because thousands of butterflies seemed to be fluttering in her stomach.

Vanilla gently pushed against Nick’s chest until Nick was sitting, then she deliberately sat on his lap. Sitting on something hard, muscular, large, and long.

“Vanilla, do you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I do.” She rubbed her sensitive area against Nick’s muscular thing. Her lips curved into a triumphant, mischievous smile.

“Don’t blame me if... argh!” Nick growled desperately. “Fuck off!”

“If what?”

“If it accidentally goes inside, you know the risk, Vanilla,” Nick growled irritably as Vanilla continued to tease him.

She was soft, slick, and warm. Nick could feel it.

Vanilla teased Nick even more, rubbing herself against him gently while moaning and repeatedly kissing the corners of Nick’s lips. “Nick... I... I think I’ve changed my mind.”

Nick steadied his breathing. “Vanilla, if you keep moving, there’s a chance it might accidentally slip inside.”

“It won’t get lost unless you guide it.”

“Vanilla, this isn’t a joke.”

Vanilla kissed Nick’s lips hungrily, a little roughly, her breathing ragged. “Then do it. I want it, Nick.”

Nick’s breathing was no less ragged. He was not even sure that if he entered Vanilla, he would last less than a minute. “Vanilla, stop playing games.”

“I’m serious, Nick....” Vanilla stared into Nick’s eyes. Her gaze was clouded with desire.

“Damn it!” Nick held Vanilla’s butt with his arm, carrying the girl into the bathroom with her legs wrapped around his waist.

He turned on the shower, then captured Vanilla’s lips beneath the running water.

“I gave you a chance. Why did you let it pass?” Vanilla asked, her breathing heavy after their wild kiss broke apart.

“Not now.” Nick bit Vanilla’s lower lip, then gently tugged at it.

Vanilla cupped Nick’s cheeks, staring into Nick’s eyes with the same gaze. Desire blazed in both of their eyes. “Why?”

“You won’t be able to walk, let alone work, if I do it now.” Nick took one of Vanilla’s hands and guided her palm toward his blunt object. “You should help me first.”

Vanilla wrinkled her nose. “Like last night?”

“Yes. You really are my understanding girl.”

Vanilla began stroking Nick’s blunt object, her palm beginning to move back and forth while Nick continued kissing her lips until the man let out a wild growl and began breathing heavily, while Vanilla’s hand became sticky with the warm fluid that sprayed from the hard object in her grasp.