Passion in the loft
(This is pure Nick and Jess smut, don't read on if you don't like this kind of thing, R&R tell me if I should continue!)
Jess stormed in to her room after a heated confrontation with Nick about him getting back together with Caroline, even though she hurt him, and possibly mentally scarred him for life, and she was; on top of all that, a total bitch.
She laid on her bed, enjoying the silence until she heard music blaring from Nick's room.
Apparently Caroline digs that kind of atmosphere when they get busy.
Jess rolled her eyes at that thought.
"Why is he so stupid?" Jess spoke out loud, she knew no one could hear her over the love ballads coming from across the hall.
"Of all people, Caroline! She made your life hell!" Her voice was getting louder, but she still wasn't worried about anyone overhearing her.
She would even care if anyone overheard her.
She closed her eyes and thought back to a few minutes ago, about her fight with Nick.
It had gotten pretty intense.
Faces close together.
Ass wiggling.
Yelling.
"He makes me so mad!" she exhaled, angry and frustrated.
It was then that she realised that her hand had travelled down her stomach to her thigh, and her fingertips were tickling the skin there.
She felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach.
It wasn't a bad feeling. At all.
Although it was slightly familiar.
Out of curiosity, her hand travelled to her underwear, and she gasped when she felt the wetness through the material.
Had her fight with Nick turned her on.
She thought about their close proximity and judging by the throbbing underneath her panties, her theory was right.
She opened her eyes, and looked at her door.
Nick's music was still on, and still loud.
She lifted her hips up off the bed and pulled her skirt and panties down.
She gasped again when the cold air hit her, now, soaking pussy.
She looked to the door again, making sure it was fully shut, before closing her eyes.
Her finger immediately went to work on rubbing her clit, which was extremely sensitive.
She tried to think of other things that turned her on, even going back to thinking about sex with Paul or even Russell, just as long as it wasn't Nick.
But she felt she wasn't getting much satisfaction when she thought of her ex boyfriends.
She even tried a few celebrities, but nothing was working.
At this point she was so wet, and her clit was throbbing, so she had to resort to thinking about her roommate.
"Mmm." she purred as she thought about the time she saw Nick naked, and she imagined his hands all over her body, making her moan.
She ran her finger up and down her slit, coating it with the wetness, before inserting it inside her.
"Ahh."
She was beginning to pant now, and her moans were getting louder, but she didn't care.
"Oh, Nick." she began pumping her finger in and out slowly at first but soon, picking up pace.
Her back arched up off the bed, and she could hear how wet she was by her fingers pumping her.
"Nick, Nick, Nick." she chanted, panting manically, desperately wishing her was here, inside her, she wanted nothing more, that for him to burst through the door, and take her right then and there.
She moved her hips to meet her fingers until she was thrashing around on her bed.
"I'm coming." she sighed, as her walls clenched around her fingers and she came, covering them with her juices.
She slowly took her fingers out of her pussy, and shuddered when they grazed her clit, which was sensitive.
She just stared at the ceiling breathing heavily, realising what she had been missing with Russell, she could have with Nick.