Thanks for the reviews. Each and every one of them made me smile! I love them.
I'm sure you can imagine that I grinned from ear to ear when Jess' phone went off in the last ep. After my jaw almost hit the ground. What a coincidence! And I totally agree with Popcorn, it was a little freaky. From all the songs out there they chose this one! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jess has "I'm so excited" as a ringtone and my mind went straight to the gutter. LOL. I couldn't help it!
So, ... ready for the plan? Then let's go! Oh, and remember this is a M-story. Consider yourself warned! :-)
Chapter 6
With three margaritas in her system this had sounded much easier. Now she was struggling with her nerves, contemplating if she shouldn't just blow it off. She wasn't Cece. She wasn't confident. She could never pull that off. She would just embarrass herself. As if she could seduce him by flaunting around in front of him almost naked. She would just look awkward and nothing like the seductress she wanted to be.
Cece would probably kill her when she found out that Jess had chickened out since she'd managed to get Winston and Schmidt out of the apartment for at least a few hours. But she just couldn't do it.
But before Jess could get out of the shower she heard the key in the door and her heart jumped into her throat when she realized that it had to be Nick. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach and sudden nausea overwhelmed her, making her almost throw up in the middle of the shower. This was ridiculous. She would just stay in the shower until he was in his room and then she could flee into her own.
Nick closed the door slowly behind him, throwing the keys on the dresser. Contemplating if he should get a beer, he stopped in front of the couch but realized that he was just not in the mood. The last two days had been exhausting. Schmidt hadn't been talking to him at all, Winston had only shot him pitying looks and Jess was acting as if he didn't even exist.
This was exactly what he had feared would happen if they would ever cross the line. Though he had to admit that it probably wasn't the actual sleeping together part. Judging by Schmidt's and Cece's reactions he had acted like a jerk and they were probably right. But Jess wouldn't even let him apologize to her. Every time he'd entered the room she came up with some task that couldn't wait any longer and disappeared. It was frustrating.
Looking around, he realized that the apartment was unusually quiet. Normally on weekends he was greeted by the sounds of the television when he came home from work, but not today. Then he remembered that Winston said something about being invited by Cece and he could assume Schmidt and Jess were also participating. He sighed, glad that for once he didn't need to deal with accusing glares or silent treatments. Maybe he would open a beer after all, take advantage of the fact that he had the TV for himself.
But before he could plop down on the couch with the beer in his hand, he realized that the sounds of streaming water didn't come from outside but from the bathroom. Someone was in there, showering. Furrowing his brows, Nick put the beer on the table and walked slowly towards the bathroom, curious who it might be.
Jess could hear Nick rummaging around in the living room. A few minutes later she heard the refrigerator door and sighed. He would probably plop down on the couch and watch TV. Gone was the plan to sneak into her room. Well, she could still rush out of the shower and into her room. But then she remembered the look on his face as he was standing in her room, apologizing to her for an insanely hot night full of magnificent sex and anger bubbled up in her stomach.
"You're a woman and he is a man." Jess muttered under her breath, repeating it over and over again like a mantra. "You're a woman and he is a man."
Men were driven by their hormones, right? What should probably go wrong? One more embarrassment in front of a man wouldn't really hurt her. But she would never forgive herself if she would let this chance pass. Taking in a deep breath, Jess turned off the shower and only dried herself haphazardly with the towel before she wrapped it around her body.
Jess was prepared to call out for him when she pulled away the curtain and almost jumped back in surprise when she saw him standing in the doorway. A blush crept up her cheeks and she adverted her gaze to the ground, cursing herself for being that cowardly. He would just go away, probably with an apology on his lips and she wouldn't hear the end of it from Cece.
But when she didn't hear anything after a few moments she looked up slowly, seeing that he hadn't moved at all and when she looked into his eyes she realized that Cece had been right. She just needed to focus on the expression on his face to lose all insecurities. She might not have much experience in this field but the hunger she could detect in Nick's eyes made it clear that Cece's plan was definitely working.
She was wearing only a towel that was barely covering her private parts, droplets of water were glistening on her skin, her hair was bundled up in a mess on the top of her head and Nick's mouth went dry and his mind went blank. All he could think about was getting his hands on her curves, ripping the towel away, closing his mouth around one of her erected nipple. When she finally looked up again, the breath he had been holding whooshed out of his lungs.
"Fuck!" Nick cursed, a surge of anger rushing through him. Of all the people he knew he wouldn't have thought that Jessica Day would be one who played with unfair methods. But when her eyes widened in mock shock he knew he was doomed.
"Nicholas, watch your mouth!"
He wasn't watching his mouth, he was watching hers. He wanted to press his lips on hers so badly that his body almost began to shake.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Nick groaned, his eyes almost popping out of his head when Jess stepped in front of the sink and leaned against it, folding her arms in front of her chest and crossing her legs at the ankles.
"Do you have a problem, Mr. Miller?"
"Yeah." He croaked out hoarsely. "One painfully big problem." One that was throbbing in his pants, making it impossible to think about anything else than the almost unbearable desire to bury himself in her.
"Can I help you with …" Jess paused, lowering her gaze to his mid-section for a second before she met his eyes again, arching one eyebrow. "... minimizing the problem?"
"Jess!" Nick growled, clenching his hands into fists beside his body. He wanted to shake her, he wanted to put a stop to this insanity. But he couldn't move. His brain told him to leave the room, but his body was rooted to the spot, demanding from him to take what she was apparently offering.
What happened to the Jess he knew? He felt dizzy as all his blood seemed to rush southwards and his heart almost jumped out of his chest when she tugged at the towel over her breasts, the movement revealing another portion of her thighs, coming dangerously close to revealing everything to his hungry gaze.
"You look a little pale, Nick." Jess said cockily and Nick snapped his eyes back to her face, gulping hard when he saw the smug expression on it. "Are you sure I can't help you? I can give you a hand …" Jess paused again, her mouth curling up in a lopsided grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Nick couldn't miss the suggestive tone of her voice and he groaned inwardly when she continued. "... if you need to lay down."
"Stop it, Jess." Nick huffed out frustrated, closing his eyes. If he couldn't move his body he could at least stop looking at her.
"Okay." Jess told him cheerily and Nick opened his eyes again, watching her intently, waiting for the catch. But apparently there wasn't any and he already wanted to heave a sigh of relief when Jess turned around to the mirror. But then she started to hum a tune and the moment he recognized the song he felt the urge to strangle her.
"Seriously?" Nick asked exasperatedly, his gaze dropping down to her ass that was wiggling along to her humming.
Jess watched him in the mirror and a grin escaped her lips when she saw the intensity of his stare fixated on her behind. Enjoying the whole thing way too much she decided to take it up a notch, wondering when he would snap.
"I'm so excited and I just can't hide it." Jess sang, swirling around, clapping one hand over her breasts to prevent the towel from falling down. Her eyes bored into Nick's, challenging him as she continued to sing. "I'm about to lose control and I think I like it.
"Okay, you win."
"What did I ..." But before she could finish the sentence Nick grabbed her and pulled her into his body, his hands reached under the towel and his fingers dug into her ass as his mouth crashed down on hers. He lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around his waist the towel sliding up so that only his clothes separated his erection from her.
He assaulted her mouth, ripping the towel away while they were still in the bathroom but Jess didn't care. She'd apparently pressed the right buttons and now he was losing control and she was right beside him. Her brain had stopped functioning properly, all that was left were her sensory organs going into overdrive, assaulting her. His smell, the taste of beer in his mouth, his hands burning hot against her flesh, the low growl that started at the back of his throat before it vibrated against her lips and she gripped his head, digging her fingers in the muscles at the top of his neck, her tongue clashing against his as she pressed her breasts into his body, rubbing her center against him.
Nick groaned deep in his throat and tore his mouth from hers, his eyes dark burning coals in his face. His breath came out in erratic hitches and Jess felt a sudden rush of pride cursing through her body for being able to arouse such passion in him.
"Just remember this is your fault." Nick rasped before he pressed her against the wall, his mouth shot down to her breast and he sucked one of her nipples hard into his mouth, eliciting a strangled whimper out of her.
Jess didn't even realize through the lusty haze that was clouding her senses that he had carried her across the floor into his room. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his mouth was on her nipple one second and on her mouth the next. She felt as if she would dissolve any second, being eaten up by the flames that were burning under her skin.
Nick let his hands fly over her body, giving one nipple a teasing tug before he soothed it with his tongue, biting down on it softly in the next second. He had no idea what had gotten into him but the moans and whimpers that tumbled out of her mouth spurred him on even further. She was trembling in his arms and all he wanted was hear her scream his name again, begging him for more like she did three nights ago.
He couldn't bear it any longer, he needed to get out of his clothes. Lowering her down on the ground, he waited until she was standing on her own feet, swaying slightly, her eyes fluttering open, giving him a confused look and he leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers for a hard kiss before he stepped back.
"Just one second." He promised, pulling his shirt over his head, his eyes only leaving hers for the second his shirt covered his face before he threw it on the ground, followed closely by his jeans and boxer briefs.
His hand reached for the box on the shelf right beside the door and he opened it without breaking eye contact with Jess, pulling out a condom before he closed the gap between their bodies, leaning down until his lips were mere inches apart from hers before he stopped. He waited one second, maybe two, before he turned his head and brushed his lips over the corner of her mouth, his fingers trailing down her stomach, enjoying the shivers that ran over her body.
"Tell me you wanted me. Tell me all you could think about the last three days was having me inside of you."
Jess shuttered out a breath, nearly passing out when his hoarse whisper reached her ear. She almost grabbed his hand to force it down the few inches so that he would finally touch her, give her at least some relief. She could feel her center throbbing, she needed him inside of her. She was one pulsing sensation and he expected her to say something? She didn't know if she could muster up the strength to make her vocal cords form any sounds beside moans and whimpers.
"Tell me I wasn't the only one who went almost crazy with desire. Tell me!"
"Nick?" Jess finally managed to get out, more a plea than anything else but he wasn't satisfied. "Tell me!"
Jess arched her back, a sob escaping her throat when his fingers slipped down and parted her folds. "Yes." She whimpered, taking in a sharp breath as he plunged one finger into her. "Yes, I wanted you. I want you."
Jess could hear him ripping the condom wrapper open but was unable to open her eyes, everything in her was concentrated on his fingers moving in and out of her and a groan slipped over her lips as he suddenly pulled them out of her. But before she could voice any complaint he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs automatically around his waist, sighing out a shuttered breath when his erection pressed against her entrance.
Seconds ticked by and he was still not moving and Jess forced her eyes open, hardly able to make out his face. "Nick?" She whispered, only able to string together single words, hoping that he would understand her desperate need to have him in her. "In. Now."
Nick shifted her even higher in his arms and waited another second before he plunged into her without any warning. Jess screamed out her pleasure, clinging to his body as he pounded into her, every thrust even deeper than the one before, hitting her at the exact right spot, driving her to a release that made her heart almost pound out of her chest and stars exploded behind her eyelids as her orgasm almost tore her body apart.
Jess didn't know how he was able to stand upright since he was also supporting her weight. She felt boneless, dizzy, satisfied. Nick's breath brushed over her skin, his head rested on her shoulder and she trailed her hands over his back, feeling him suddenly stiffen under her fingers. She almost wanted to slap him. He would do it again. She would not let him apologize again.
She wanted to keep him close but she could already feel how he slipped away, physically and mentally. Gritting her teeth, she let him go, putting her legs back on the ground. He stepped back, a hollow feeling settling into her heart the moment he slipped out of her. He turned around and walked through the room to the trash can, throwing the condom into it.
She watched his back for a few seconds before she leaned down and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over her head. She would not walk out of his room naked and she would not let him say one fucking word. As he turned back to her she was prepared. Standing upright ramrod straight, even though her legs felt like rubber, she pierced him with her gaze, her hands pushed into her hips.
"You don't have to say anything." Jess said firmly. "I know what you're gonna say? You're gonna say you're sorry and I don't wanna hear it, Nick. I loved it. I wanted it. I wanted you to fuck me against the wall. I wanted you to lose control. I did this. I made you lose control and I fucking liked it. So you don't get to apologize. Got it!" By now Jess was almost shouting but she didn't care. She was angry. Angry with him for pulling away again. "I crave this. It feels like I need you inside me to breathe. So I'm going to take you as often as I want and believe me you will regret it if you are apologizing to me again." Her voice became dangerously low and she took one step forward, pointing a finger at him. "I want it hard. And passionate. And I want it with you. So you better deal with the fact that I want your body because I won't stop having mindblowingly fantastic sex with you." Turning around sharply, she walked slowly to the door and opened it. But suddenly she stopped, turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder. "And by the way, you are not gonna get your shirt back. I'm taking it hostage."
Nick could only stare at the closed door, feeling as if he'd just got hit by a truck. She was Jessica Day. She didn't do casual sex. He should put a stop to this before she started to have feelings for him, feelings he didn't deserve, feelings he couldn't reciprocate. But as he was standing naked in his room, the smell of their arousal still lingering in the air, all he could think about was the fact that even though he had just been in her a few minutes ago, he already wanted to be inside her again. He wanted to feel her again. Around him. Against him. Maybe he would regret it, maybe he already regretted it. But he couldn't help it. He wanted more.
Like I said, my mind went straight to the gutter. :-) Enjoy tomorrow's episode. It sounds like it's going to be a good one.