Nick barged past Beth and stumbled drunkenly into her flat.
“It sounded like from your voice clips that you could use some company. Can’t be fucking your cunt with that vibrator, when there’s a perfectly good cock you could be riding,” Nick slurred.
To emphasize his point he pulled at his semi erect cock through his jeans, looking like a really bad wannabe rapper. Beth pulled the silk dressing gown tightly around her naked body, feeling uncomfortable with the way Nick was leering at her.
“I’ll ask you again; what are you doing with Bradley’s phone?” Her tone was showing her impatience for his drunken behaviour. “If you aren’t going to tell me you can get out, right now.”
Seeing that he had pushed her to the edge, he changed tack and threw his hands up in submission.
“Sorry. Beth, I’m sorry; it’s just that listening to your clips sort of made my switch flip. Can I get a coffee to sober up some? And then, I promise that I will explain it all.”
She was thrown by his sudden change and a little confused as to if she actually did want an explanation, or if she just wanted him out her flat. But her curious nature got the better of her, so she walked over to her kitchenette and flicked the kettle on.
She felt herself calming down while she prepared them both a strong cup of coffee. She carried the steaming mugs over to Nick, who had sat on her sofa. She took care to seat herself without revealing too much in the tiny garment and she passed him the coffee.
“You look just as beautiful as you sounded in your clips,” he said softly, breaking the tension and the silence in the room.
“Thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.” Her tone softened to match his. “So, are you going to tell me how you came to have Bradley’s phone and listen to the private messages meant for his ears only?”
His frame shrank visibly, making the thirty year old man look just like a little school boy who had been berated by his teacher. He thought carefully for a few seconds and then looked into her eyes.
“Bradley’s down the Crown now, totally shit-faced. He’s been shouting his mouth off around the pub about how he’d got a dirty bitch waiting for him. How he was making you wait for his cock, because a little slut like you doesn’t deserve to get fucked by the likes of a man like him, not until he says so.”
The words spilled from his lips, the image of him being school-boy like only reinforced by his blurting, juvenile confession. “When he got his phone out and started playing your messages to the entire pub, I told him he was out of order. I took the phone off him and told him he could have it back when he’d sobered up.”
Beth’s heart broke into tiny pieces with each word of his confession. She put the mug of coffee down on the table and got up and poured herself a stronger drink. Nick just watched, as the pain was clearly painted across her face. Her silence unsettled him. He had expected her to scream and shout, but she was so calm.
She managed a weak, “thank you,” and then drank down the high percentage liquid.
“Thank you for what?” Nick asked, a little puzzled.
“Thank you for taking the phone off him. Was the pub busy?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “It seems like I will be looking for a new locale to drink at then.” Her cheeks burned with the embarrassment.
Nick got up off the sofa and pulled her into a tight embrace. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s Brad that looks like the fool, for playing games with such an amazing, sexy, smart, beautiful and strong woman. If you were my girl we wouldn’t be worrying about any of this, because I would’ve been around here the second you’d invited me.”
She pulled back from the hug and wiped the stray tears that had fallen from her eyes, tears caused by the caring sentiments of the man in front of her. She laughed.
“That does surprise me. That coming from the man that told Bradley to ditch the fat cow, telling him he could do way better than that mouthy bitch?”
It was Nick’s turn for his cheeks to burn red. “He told you that. I.. I..” he fumbled for an explanation. “I only said that in the hope he would dump you and then I could have you for myself. That backfired didn’t it? Is that why you’ve always been a bit of a bitch towards me?”
“Yeah, that and the fact that I think you’re a bit of a dickhead.”
He feigned hurt and they both started laughing.
“You really are a great girl, Beth. Bradley doesn’t deserve to have you waste any tears on him. You were having such a great night, don’t let this spoil it.”
Nicks hand traced down her jawline, before dropping down to her neck. He trailed his finger down her chest, until he reached the soft material of her gown.
“The fun doesn’t have to stop.”
Shivers ran through her body. His soft caresses caused all her hairs to stand to attention. The heat and desire that she had been feeling only minutes earlier, when she had been pleasuring herself with her new toy, was easily sparked back into life by the contact of his skin against hers. It felt so good, but she knew it was wrong.
Sensing her hesitation, Nick continued, “You deserve to be treated properly, for someone to pleasure you and worship your sexy body. Not someone who disrespects you in such a vile way, in front of all the people you regularly drink with.”
Swooping in before she had chance to reply, he kissed her full on the lips.
She pulled back, panting. A complete mixture of emotions began flooding her system. A battle had begun within her. She didn’t think it was a good idea to lower herself to Bradley’s level, but every time she thought of him her blood boiled with anger and hurt. They may have been only seeing each other a couple of months, and perhaps things had been going downhill recently, but she thought he would have respected her more than that.
Then there was the burning desire she felt. It started in the pit of her stomach and fanned out travelling around her body, blurring her thoughts and making it hard to think straight. She looked into the eyes of Nick. His feelings were easy to read from the look of desire he was giving her.
“I don’t know, Nick…” she started, but he cut her off.
“I wasn’t going to tell you this, because, well, I thought you’d been through enough tonight. Bradley’s been seeing another girl at the same time as you. If you’re holding back because of some misplaced feeling of honour, then I wouldn’t waste any of it on him. You are a young, beautiful girl and deserve to be treated with respect.”
At this point she gave up the fight. It wasn’t even his persuasion; she was just horny as hell and she didn’t want to think about any of this. It was her decision to allow herself to forget by giving into the lust that was coursing through her veins.
She pulled him roughly by his shirt and kissed him. The kiss wasn’t tentative, it was the release of all her pent up frustration. Taking the breath from his body, as her tongue battled with his. Her hands raced across his body, roughly pulling at his shirt. She savagely ripped open the soft cotton, her nails scratched across his chest.
“It’s like that, is it? You’re a lusty, horny bitch.”
He pushed her roughly backwards onto the bed. Her shocked cries filled the void that he had just created between them. Her dressing-gown was ineffective in the use of covering any decency. He marvelled at her exposed body as she shuffled higher up the bed.
“You can’t imagine how many times I’ve thought about fucking you,” he confessed as he removed his jeans and boxers in one go. He made his move towards the bed, discarding the ripped remnants of his shirt.
She took in the sight of his masculine body: broad shoulders, well defined yet not overly muscular arms, a firm chest with dark, well maintained hair. His abdomen was flat and also covered in a tantalizing trail of hair. His hip bones were slightly pronounced, with a gorgeous, muscular V, which led her eyes down to his impressive, erect, seven inch cock, which he massaged in his large, sexy, manly hands.
She had often caught herself staring at his crotch, wondering if that bulge was his cock or just the fabric of his trousers causing the illusion. That was usually followed by the shake of her head to rid the images of the two of them together from her mind. She shouldn’t have been having thoughts like that about the best mate of her boyfriend.
But she couldn’t just shake her head to stop what was going to happen. He crawled up the bed and spread her legs, forcefully. He paused, his eyes feasted on her exposed sex that lay bare and open to him for the first time. He continued up, his chin scratched bristly hairs across the soft skin of her stomach. His lips came to her neck. At the same time she felt the head of his cock glide teasingly across her soaked lips.
“Oh God, Nick.”
His tongue licked a cool, wet trail up her neck and along her jaw, until his lips came to rest on her ear. His hot breath tickled as his low, deep voice reverberated through her body.
“I’m going to do things to your body that Brad could only dream of doing.”
An involuntary moan escaped her parted mouth. “Oh Fuck.”
She sucked in a sharp breath when his hand roughly mauled at her breast. He kissed her with a passion that sparked a desire so deep within her; she was shocked at the force of the feelings. Their tongues swirled together in their dance of carnal lust. His cock was all the time grinding harder into her soaked snatch. She knew he was bruising her soft mound, but she didn’t care. She just pushed back harder.