I told you that I had a feeling that this chapter would be extremely raunchy and I was right. Well, I don't know if it's extreme but the second half of this chapter is definitely raunchy. Well, let's call it what it is. It's just unbridled smut. So, if this is not your thing you should probably stop reading because Nick and Jess are completely out of control in this chapter. :-)
Chapter 7
Jess stayed true to her word. She took him whenever she wanted. And she wanted him every night. Nick had stopped trying to talk himself out of it. Because he couldn't remember a time in his life when he had felt more satisfied.
He just couldn't get enough of her, most of the days he almost wished he could jump in time so that he could get the hell out of the bar and go home, knowing that she would be waiting for him in his bed. His impatience to get to her made him slip out of his shoes already in the hallway, leaving them outside the door, his hands were working on his belt the moment the door to his room was open and before he even reached the bed he was already naked, slipping under the covers, meeting her hungry mouth, tangling his tongue with hers while his hands roamed over her body. They never lasted more than a minute before one of them grabbed for the condoms to eager to be joined together to enjoy any kind of foreplay.
~N&J~
After two weeks she had shaken her head as he'd grabbed for a condom, her fingers tightening around his as she looked up in his eyes, whispering softly. "I've got it covered." Nick had looked at her questioningly for a few seconds and she had reached out her hand, trailing it along his jaw. "I want to feel you." He'd always practiced safe sex and he knew she had been too. He trusted her and he wanted nothing more than to feel her around him without anything separating them. Slipping into her without any protection made him almost come even before he was completely in her. Feeling her engulfing him tightly made his heart stutter in his chest.
~N&J~
The days he wasn't working she slipped into his room after the loft became quiet for the night. Some nights he was still awake, some nights she came to him in the middle of the night when he had already dozed off, her hand around him waking him up, pumping him slowly for a few seconds before she lowered herself on him, groaning out loud when he buried himself completely in her.
He still hadn't told Schmidt or Winston and he was pretty sure Jess hadn't told them either. They did know, though. It was impossible to keep something like that a secret in such a confined space but they hadn't said anything to him. As long as the loft dynamic was intact they'd apparently decided to leave them alone. Letting them enjoy whatever they had with each other.
~N&J~
Nick thought he was going insane. This thing, whatever it was, between Jess and him was ridiculous. During the day they were acting as if nothing happened between them, as if they were still friends that felt sometimes attracted to each other. No one who observed them would believe that the same persons who talked to each other nonchalantly during the day were the same people who had wild and incredible dirty sex at night.
Every damn night.
She was driving him crazy. Since that one time when she'd told him he shouldn't speak they'd never said a word during sex. Making it all that more intense. Letting their touches say more than words ever could. But the problem with the no-talking rule was that he had no clue what they were doing. Like an unspoken rule they never talked about it during the day and at night they didn't talk at all.
What was this? You couldn't call it a relationship but it was definitely more than friends with benefits because it was way too intense for being just casual sex. He could have sworn that Jess couldn't do the casual sex thing that she would start to have deeper feelings for him, asking more of him. But she didn't.
~N&J~
Jess hadn't planned that the whole 'taking him whenever she wanted' would get so out of hand. Alone the thought of Nick and what they were doing every night made her body ache with need. She didn't know what had possessed her when she had told him to stop talking.
Had she completely lost her mind? She always talked. Only talking to him during the day and keeping her mouth shut during the night was completely surreal for her. It felt as if she was an entire different person at night. Just taking what she needed, what she desperately wanted, with no regards for Nick's needs.
She hadn't known that she had it in her. Such a passion. But the moment she slipped into his bed it was as if she flipped a switch. Gone was the slightly chaotic Jess with the bounce in her step. The Jess who felt insecure when it came to sex. The moment her skin met his she stopped thinking, let her body just feel.
~N&J~
Jess didn't know what changed. Why they suddenly decided to start a teasing game. She didn't even know who started it.
Alone the words 'I'm going to take a shower' carried a whole lot more meaning now and both of them began to give the words a hardly noticeable seductive undertone, one that only they could detect, letting the other know what they would be thinking about in the shower.
Maybe it already started the day after her successful seduction of him in the bathroom. She'd uttered the words without thinking about the deeper meaning of them until Nick's head had wiped around and he'd stared at her a few seconds too long with eyes that had set her body on fire.
But then Nick started to randomly wear the cologne he'd worn this first time, sneaking up on her so that a whiff of the cologne hit her nose before she even knew that Nick was in the room and goose bumps erupted on her skin, Nick looking at her with a knowing smirk when she turned around to him.
Jess, in exchange, took revenge by using 'I'm so excited' as her ringtone, a satisfied grin spreading out on her face the first time her phone had started to ring and Nick had spitted his beer all over the couch table earning bewildered looks from Schmidt and Winston.
All the teasing resulted in sex that turned more violent, more desperate from night to night. They came together as if they'd been starving, as if they needed sex like the air they were breathing, as if they needed to build up reserves to get through the day until they could meet again at night. Jess didn't know how long they would be able to hide the scratches and bruises, how long it would take until one of them would leave marks that couldn't be covered by any clothes.
~N&J~
Jess was leaning against the refrigerator, one hand curled around a bottle of water, almost crushing it in her grip, while her other hand was trembling against her thigh. This was insane. She felt as if she had withdrawal symptoms. When did she become a nymphomaniac? Why was the only thought occupying her mind the thought of having sex with Nick?
She had cut herself off. Just stopped going to his room. And now she was standing in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, her whole body shaking as if she'd gone cold turkey. God, he was like a drug and she was addicted to him.
She heard his door click shut and all her nerves tingled with sudden awareness. She had tried to stay away from him because she was obsessed. But apparently he decided that it was time for him to make a move and Jess pressed her hands against the refrigerator, holding her breath as she felt him coming up behind her.
A shiver ran down her spine as he brushed her hair aside and leaned down, sucking her flesh in, probably leaving a mark behind as his teeth grazed her skin. Jess sucked in a breath, her legs parting slightly, the robe she was wearing falling apart and Nick's hand slipped around her, his fingers dancing along her inner thigh, causing shivers to run down her legs, a yearning ache settling deep in her stomach.
She wanted him. Badly. To hell with being obsessed. It felt just way too good to give it up whatever the costs might be. Without saying anything Nick swirled her around to the counter, pressing his hand on her back, putting on soft pressure until Jess bend forward, resting her chest on the counter. She could hear the sounds of his sweatpants hitting the ground and her breath hitched in her throat as he just shoved her robe up her back and pulled her panties aside, burying himself in her without checking if she was ready. Because he didn't need to check. She was always ready for him. He knew that.
He took her hard and fast and Jess bit down into the fabric of the robe, muffling a scream, well aware that Schmidt was sleeping only a few feet away. Somehow the thought of getting caught in the middle of the act by Schmidt made the whole act so much dirtier. It had been four days since the last time and she'd missed this. She'd missed him.
Suddenly he threaded his hand in her hair and made a fist, pulling her back up to him, and as she leaned against him, Nick slid a hand inside her robe, slipping his fingers over her over sensitized nipples, his other hand disappeared in her panties, searching and finding her most sensitive spot and rubbed it softly while he rocked hard against her, driving her body into an overload of sensations. His tongue darted in her mouth, silencing the moans that kept escaping her throat as he thrust into her until he pushed her over the edge, following her only seconds later.
Jess sagged down on the counter as the quivers of her orgasm subsided, pressing her cheek against the hard surface. She expected him to just slip out of her and walk back into his room. She couldn't move. She still tried to get her breath back. She just had dirty kitchen sex with Nick. While Schmidt was sleeping in his room and Winston was down the hall and it had been incredible.
She could hear him pulling his pants back up but she couldn't turn around. She couldn't face him because she knew she should feel embarrassed and ashamed and she expected to see guilt written all over his face.
But Nick actually righted her robe and took her hand, pulling her with him as he walked back into his room, taking her completely by surprise. Like always they didn't say a word and he closed the door silently behind them, turning around, his eyes taking her in hungrily, making her heart sped up again.
She was beautiful. He had turned his bedside lamp on before he had stepped out of his room to confront her in the kitchen and the soft glow was casting shadows over her face. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her hair framing her face in a tousled mess and suddenly she straightened, her posture getting defensive, her eyes shooting daggers at him, daring him to say something stupid. God, she was so beautiful.
He hadn't intended to have sex with her in the middle of the kitchen. He actually wanted to talk to her but when he had seen her leaning against the refrigerator in this flimsy robe, the need to talk to her had vanished in a heartbeat, his body reminding him painfully that it had been four days since he had been in her and he just needed to take her. Right then and there.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he realized that she was probably expecting another apology from him. She couldn't be further away from the truth. He didn't feel sorry at all. His smirk grew broader and he saw her eyes narrowing dangerously as she folded her arms in front of her chest, ready to fight.
But before she could open her mouth to say something, something probably tart, judging by the storm clouds that were gathering in her eyes, Nick closed the gap between them and yanked her in his arms, crushing his lips on hers. He wasn't finished with her yet. She had made him wait four excruciatingly long days. He would make her pay for torturing him like that.
Pushing her softly backwards, he walked towards the bed, his fingers untying the belt of her robe and slipping it down her shoulders before he was lying down on the bed with her. He kissed her softly, trailing a path down her throat and cleavage, circling her nipple with his tongue, his lips barely touching her skin and Jess almost wept under his tender hands. As rough as the encounter in the kitchen had been as gentle were his touches now. She was treating her as if she was made out of glass and could break if he touched her too hard.
He was stroking her softly to another orgasm, his fingers only brushing over her clit and she shattered under his caresses, hardly aware of him slipping inside of her while she was still riding out the last waves of her orgasm. But he didn't even let her get down completely as he started to move inside of her, taking her with slow and deep thrusts. She wanted to touch him, scratch him, but he had pulled her arms over her head and was holding her hands down, as he tortured her with thrusts so slow that she could feel every inch of him slipping along her walls.
But then she pushed into her hard and deep and a strangled moan escaped her throat as he gave her a few hard thrusts before he continued with his excruciatingly slow strokes and Jess began to whimper, her whole body tensing up in anticipation of his next deep thrusts.
What had begun as an attempt to torture her, making her regret to stay away from him, ended with him being completely in her hands. Seeing her arching into his touches, feeling her shatter under his hands, left him completely out of control. His arms began to tremble as he took her slowly and he grew even harder as he heard her whimpers, felt tremors running over her skin. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted to never leave her body again.
He altered his pace, giving her a few hard and fast thrusts before he slowed down again, watching her come undone under him. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around him and she opened her eyes, his name a hoarse whisper coming over her lips, as he took her higher and higher, her eyes showing him that she wasn't holding back anything, giving herself completely to him and as her orgasm hit her hard, squeezing him tightly, he had to look away, the vulnerability he'd seen in her eyes knocking the breath out of him while his own release spilled into her body.
Nick crashed down on her, almost crushing her under his body, breathing hard as he tried to get his bearings back. This was too much. They were completely out of control. Rolling down from her, he took her with him so that her head was lying on his chest. He couldn't look at her right now. He couldn't even function anymore if he couldn't have her every night. The next time he might take her in the middle of the day. This was insane.
~N&J~
Jess was lying on the bed, staring up to the ceiling, Nick sleeping soundly beside her. This wasn't healthy. If they kept going like this they would end up giving each other a heart attack. It should have cooled off by now. It had been six weeks since the first time. Six weeks of hot, magnificent, earth-shattering sex. One would think they would have gotten it out of their systems by now. But it seemed to even heat up instead of cool down.
She didn't know how long her body would be able to manage getting pushed to its limits night after night. She was in desperate need for some alone time to think about the insanity of it all. She needed to get the hell out of the apartment for a few days. She needed a break.