Unsuspecting Saturday Night by Monique

Unsuspecting Saturday Night by Monique

The ride home was quiet, except for the radio. Every time Nick started to say something, Gina turned up the volume. Eventually, he stopped trying and focused on gathering his thoughts for the brewing argument. He pulled into the garage, cut the ignition, and made one more attempt, turning to face her. Gina, however, hopped out of the car without so much as a glance his way and headed into the house. Having a longer stride, he caught up to her just in time to stop the door from slamming in his face.

“Baby, wait-”

“Don’t baby me, dammit. Talkin all your shit-”

“Why would I talk shit about your cupcakes? If I did that, you’d stop making them for me. It was a joke!”

“Well, I’m too tired to laugh. In fact, I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, we can-”

“In flannel!”

Shit. There’s not much unsexier than flannel. That meant no making up in his near future. He sank into the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on the television. He fell asleep channel-surfing.

After tossing and turning, missing him next to her, Gina had to admit to herself that he couldn’t have meant what he said as anything but a joke and she was just being overly sensitive and melodramatic. She’d figured he’d creep into bed once he thought she was out cold. He rarely woke up in a good mood anyway, and usually complained about neck and back aches when he napped downstairs. Gina dozed, but woke up again soon after. When she realized that he was still down there, she sighed. Now she couldn’t even wait til morning to apologize. Might need some insurance… She took a minute to freshen up before going to retrieve him.

Nick had taken off the hooded sweatshirt and kicked off his sneakers, so he was just in a t-shirt and jeans. Other than that, he was just the way she’d left him. Gina perched on the arm of the couch closest to him, sliding her bare toes under his thigh. He didn’t even flinch. She moved the remote out of the way, and ran her fingers through his hair, pausing to trace the curve of his ear. Still nothing.

“Nick,” she whispered, “You have to get up.” His eyes opened a crack, and he caught a glimpse of her pajamas.

“Stupid fucking strawberries…” he muttered, closing his eyes again.

“You can’t sleep down here, sweetie,” she tried again. “It makes your neck hurt.”

“Why do you care?” He was awake now, and glaring.

Gina rolled her eyes and smiled. “Because I love you, you loon. I thought you would’ve come up to bed, but you decided to be stubborn, and I had to come all the way down here just to apologize.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, but his stare was still cold. “Oh, you finally believe me? Why would you think I’d seriously say something like that, anyway? Did you really think I felt like that?”

“Look, I said I was sorry. Either accept it or don’t. What more do you want?”

“What more do I want? I want you to make it up to me. You gave me the silent treatment, then you cussed me out, and then you put on pajamas. And now I have a neck ache, and that’s your fault, too.” She would’ve laughed, but he wasn’t smiling.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

He glared. “You’re still wearing those damned pajamas.”

“You’re serious. You’re really serious.” She unbuttoned and removed the top, revealing a lacy black bra. It was slightly uncomfortable, but one of Nick’s favorites, probably because of the front closure. His eyes lit up, but he maintained his poker face otherwise. Without looking away, he tossed the top aside.

“The pants, too.” She moved to stand up, but an arm around her waist stopped her. “No, just lift up. I got you.” Soon the offending material was across the room, leaving her in the bra and matching thong. Oddly enough, she wasn’t even chilly.

“Am I forgiven, yet?”

“I’m the one with the anger management issues, remember? You yelled at me. And my neck hurts.” He pouted, more than likely for effect.

“Would a massage help?”

“Probably.” Before she could stand up to go work on his neck, he’d dragged her onto his lap facing him.

“I meant a neck massage, not a lap dance.”

“Let me know when you get to the ‘making it up to me’ part.” He swatted her ass.

“Hey, that costs extra,” she quipped. He reached over and dug his wallet out of his hoodie pocket and tossed it onto the table.

“Put it on my tab,” he said.

She had another smart-assed comment ready, but he pulled her hips closer. Gina felt that familiar bulge underneath her and it triggered a tugging sensation inside. Wiggling her hips, she got comfortable, wondering if he’d notice how fast she’d gotten wet. Nick’s eyes turned a darker shade of blue and he slouched lower. He definitely noticed.

“That’s more like it,” he smirked, rubbing his hands over her hips and staring at her cleavage. Popping the clasp with one hand, he dropped the bra as soon as it was off her body. He cupped her breasts and she arched into him, holding onto his biceps as she rocked her hips against him. She kissed him on the lips just before he bent his head to suck at one rigid nipple, pinching the other between two fingers. A fresh rush of cream flooded her panties.

She pulled away just enough to help him tug off his t-shirt, then she pressed her breast to his bare chest. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she kissed him greedily while he worked on removing his jeans. His fingers went slack for a second when she sucked on his tongue, but he eventually got the job done, and his erection sprang free, long and thick and just what she wanted. She reached for it, dipping her finger in the pre-cum that had started to appear, spreading it around the tip.

“Don’t-” His nostrils flared. “Not right now.” She made a sad face and licked her finger.

“Shit,” he groaned. “You are so forgiven. Ready?” He stroked her through the soaked underwear, and she nodded shakily. He hooked a finger in the crotch, pulling the material aside. She raised her hips and maneuvered until the head was inside. Hovering for a moment, she slowly sank down until she surrounded him completely. Her body clenched around him like a slippery fist. Pressing her face to his neck, she gasped for air as her hips rocked involuntarily.

“Nick,” she whispered, “I can’t…”

“Baby?” She shuddered.

“Nick.” He gripped her hips tightly, rolled them both over and withdrew, only to slam home all over again. “Yes! Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!”

Gina wrapped her legs around his waist, possibly tight enough to hurt. But Nick just grunted and kept going, fucking her through that orgasm and right into another. As the aftershocks started, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, hauled her to her knees, and slid right back in.

“You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

“Really? Because I could stop…” He paused mid-stroke.

“No! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

“Just checking.” Covering her body with his, he resumed the demanding rhythm. He was relentless, aiming directly for her g-spot on every stroke. All she could do was try to hang on, and hope the neighbors didn’t hear the noise and call the police. Her nails dug into the cushion in front of her and she was beginning to see stars. Nick was hanging on by a thread, growling in her ear, determined to make her come one more time before he let go. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, and she screamed. That was the last thing she remembered before her body shut down.

Sunlight streaming through the bedroom window hit Nick in the face. He squinted and pouted, turning to reach for Gina. He’d managed to get himself and her unconscious body upstairs and into bed before falling asleep, but he was now alone in bed, so she was obviously recovered. Her pillow wasn’t warm anymore, but it still smelled like her, so he wrapped his arms around it and tried to fall asleep again.

“Morning, Sunshine.” Gina appeared in the doorway wearing his discarded t-shirt and not much else.

“Mmph. Still ‘sleep.”

“You can’t still be asleep. I need your help.”

“I’ll help,” he mumbled, “if you come back t’ bed.”

“Deal, you can still help me.” He grinned and rolled onto his back, but didn’t open his eyes until something cold landed on his stomach.

“What the-” A mixing bowl?

“Hold that for me?” She took off the t-shirt before crawling into bed on top of him. “Well, I was trying out a new cupcake recipe.” Taking the bowl from him, she moved it to the nightstand. “And I wanted to make sure the frosting was fluffy enough…”

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