Dipped in Holly (Nick and Holly, #1)

by Dana Isaly

“I promise I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” he says, his mouth suddenly very close to my ear.

But then there’s a mouth on my cheek, warm and a bit scratchy from a beard. I swing my head toward it, and Nick catches my mouth in a kiss before I can protest or ask him what the actual fuck he thinks he’s doing. Not that it matters because his lips are soft and, God, I want him to keep going. I don’t care that he’s a stranger and that I met him while I was crying over my ex because this kiss is everything. This is the kiss. This is the kiss that makes you realize you’ve been missing out your entire life on having the shit kissed out of you. His mouth opens, and our eyes meet. It’s the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever done, kissing a stranger while my ex watches, with my eyes open. His hazel eyes are on mine, and his pupils are blown, sending a bolt of lust down my spine. His tongue swipes over mine, and I let him, relishing in the way he tastes like whiskey and the slightest hint of peppermint. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth gently, and I stifle a moan. “There,” he says, pulling away abruptly, leaving me to fall forward in my chair. He winks again and slides my drink in front of me. “Now the last memory he has of you will be watching you melt for someone else.”

She looks at me with shy but hooded eyes that turn my already hard dick to stone.

Is she wet? What I wouldn’t fucking give to taste her.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice rumbling through my body as he presses a hand to my stomach, letting it trail lower as he speaks. I can’t look away from his eyes no matter how nervous I am. He has a hold over me as he pushes his body even closer. “I could take apart everything under your hood and put it back together better than I found it.”

His hand dips under the band of my skirt, and his fingers dance over the soft lace of my panties. I’m embarrassed at how wet I am and have been ever since I saw him in the hallway. He runs his fingertips over the fabric covering my slit before teasing the sides. “Holly,” he says, leaning forward and brushing his lips over my cheek. I sigh and drop my head back, hoping he’ll move his mouth to my neck. “If I dip my fingers inside of these lacey panties, am I going to find you wet for me?”

He presses openmouthed kisses down my throat while running his fingers up and down the sides of my underwear. It’s the lightest touch I think I’ve ever experienced, and the teasing is about to send me over the edge. I’m wound so tight I think I could come just from the anticipation and his mouth on my neck. Pulling back, he uses his free hand to gather my hair at the base of my neck. He grips it taut and makes my eyes meet his. “I asked you a question.” “Yes,” I breathe, needing his mouth back on my fevered skin. He leans in, so close to kissing me that I can feel his breath skirt across my lips. I try to lean forward and close the gap, but his fist keeps such a firm grip that I can’t. I whimper and pout, wanting him to ...

Deciding to test the waters, I smirk right back at him, and instead of trying to move my head, I just stick out my tongue. I lick the seam of his mouth and then my own, humming and biting my bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy.” “Fuck,” he moans before he’s on me like he needs me to breathe. His fingers finally slip underneath the lace and find me soaking. “Holly,” he growls into my mo...

He’s everywhere, in between my thighs, at my mouth, against my body, and in my lungs. His tongue pushes inside my mouth for the second time tonight, and I surrender to him, letting him fuck my mouth the way I want him to fuck me on this counter. A finger slides easily inside of me, and I break the kiss to moan loudly at how good it feels. He pulls his finger free of me and offers it to my open mouth. I greedily suck it between my lips, tasting myself on his skin while I tease him with my tongue, letting him know just how much I wish it were his dick instead. His eyes watch my mouth, his hazel irises almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, giving him a dark look that sends a new rush of aching heat between my thighs. I’m fucking throbbing for him, and my nipples are tight and pebbled, seeking his attention. He picks me up, spinning and sitting me down on the main bar before he settles his hips between my legs and kisses me again. His fingers work the ties of the corset, working it looser and looser until I can finally take a deep breath. He gets frustrated and begins to pull it apart, ripping the fabric and finally pulling it loose enough that it can be yanked over my head. I...

“I want you to fuck my face,” he tells me as his lips brush the most sensitive part of me. “You will tell me what you like, you will squeeze my head with your thighs, and you will tug on my hair so hard that you’re worried you’ll pull it out.” He pauses. “And Holly?” he asks, looking up at me over ...

“You will scream for your Daddy when you com...

Her pussy is fucking perfect, pink and glistening with her arousal, and she has the softest blonde curls that I run my nose through. I lick straight up her center before sucking her clit into my mouth. She cries out, squeezing my head with her thighs and arching her back off the bar. She grinds her hips against my face, lifting her head up off the counter to watch as I eat her out like a starving man. We make eye contact as I slip a single finger inside of her, curling it until I feel the soft pad of her G-spot. “Do that while you make circles around my clit,” she tells me. “Like this?” I ask her, using the tip of my tongue to do exactly as she asked while my finger teases that spot inside of her. “Yes, thank you, Daddy,” she moans. My cock feels like it’s going to rip right through my jeans. It’s so stiff and ready to sink inside of her. I can feel how tight she is by the way she clenches around my finger, and I can’t wait to watch her stretch for my cock. I push another finger inside of her, slowly scissoring and stretching her as I listen to the sweet sounds of her moans and whimpers. I alternate between circling around her clit and sucking it, getting her closer and closer to the edge each time. There’s a sheen of sweat across her body and a flush creeping its way across her chest and up her throat. “You’re close,” I growl, and she nods, throwing one of her arms over her face. She takes that plump bottom lip between her teeth and bites it as she groans deep in her...

“Oh, fuck!” she moans around my hand as I feel her pussy flutter around my fingers. “Yes, Daddy!” she cries out as I nibble on her sensitive and swollen clit. My dick leaks into my boxers as her taste explodes across my tongue. “You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” I tell her as the last of her orgasm pulses through her body. She bites down hard on my fingers, and I groan against her soft flesh. I pull my fingers free of her cunt and lick them clean before lifting her boneless body to a sitting position. I take my fingers out of her mouth and kiss her, letting her know just how sweet she tastes. Her tongue swipes over mine before sucking it into her mouth a few times. My dick takes notice of her tease, twitching painfully against my denim.

“I want to taste you,” she murmurs against my lips, her hand finding the length of me and stroking it. I push into her hand, and a growl escapes my throat. I drop my forehead to her shoulder as she continues to move her warm hand up and down. “Upstairs,” I say, pulling her off the bar. She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me as I blindly try to find my way to the stairs that lead to my apartment above the bar. “I feel like now is a bad time to ask you if you’re a serial killer,” she says, a little laugh coming from that sweet mouth. “Definitely should’ve asked that earlier,” I tell her. “Too late now.” I pull the keys out of my back pocket and open the door that leads upstairs. I shut it behind us and carry her up the dim stairwell. “Do you live above your bar?” she asks as we make it to the landing, and it opens up into my living room. “I do.” I kick off my boots, and then I’m shutting her up with another kiss. I carry her to my bedroom and let her stand on the floor next to the bed. She watches me as I unbutton my shirt and let it fall to the floor. “Take off my jeans,” I tell her. Her cheeks redden, but she takes a step forward and places a hand on my chest, r...

“Arms behind your back,” he commands. I do as he says and turn my head to watch him as he plugs the multicolored lights into the outlet next to the bed. He stretches them out, and the bed dips under his weight as he climbs behind me. He grabs a couple of pillows and lifts my hips, placing them underneath me so that he has a better view or better access—either one I’m okay with as long as he touches me soon. I’m starting to crave his warm and calloused hands on my skin. He begins to tie me up with the lights, looping and twisting them around my arms until he reaches my wrists. The rest of the lights continue on over and under my hips before they go down my right leg and he ties them off. Nick kneels behind me, groping and squeezing my ass, using his thumbs to spread me apart for him. That little stretch makes my pussy pulse with need. He blows cool air across my heated flesh, and I shove my face into the covers and moan. When I inhale, I breathe in his scent, and it turns me on even more. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’ve never had a one-night stand or let anyone, especially a stranger, tie me up in bed. I’ve never called anyone Daddy, and I definitely haven’t ever orgasmed as hard as I did downstairs on his bar. It’s reckless, and yet everything about him turns me into a puddle at his feet. “I’m going to spank you five times,” he tells me, and I can feel my body tremble. I’ve had fantasies like this—what girl hasn’t? But being faced with it in the mo...

“Such a good girl,” he praises me, and I can’t help but roll my hips, trying to get off on his teasing. “I can feel your pretty little pussy gripping onto my finger like the needy little thing you are. I like you like this, Holly,” he says, slipping his finger free of me. “Whimpering and desperate for me.”

I feel him shift on the bed, and his mouth is on me, biting and licking over the entire reddened area he left in his wake. He slowly makes his way across my ass before dipping lower, his tongue circling around my asshole before pushing into it. I gasp at the new sensation. No one has ever been back there…ever. I’m suddenly very self-conscious, and I try to pull away, but ...

“You don’t get to deny me what I want to eat. I’m hungry. Let your...

He groans and continues his sloppy assault, licking, biting, and sucking every inch of me. His tongue dips lower, lapping up my juices as he teases my aching cunt. When the tip of his tongue glances across my clit, I moan and push back into his face. I need him to stop teasing and get me off already. “Please, Daddy,” I beg him, my words muffled by the blankets. “Please what?” he asks before sucking my clit between his teeth. The pressure in my core builds to a painful heat. His hands massage and grip my thighs as he continues to lightly suck on my clit. “I need to come, please.” My voice is strained, and I feel on the verge of tears. “Not yet,” he says, suddenly pulling away from me. I lose all coherent thought, crying out into the bed below me and trying to grab him in awkward angles with my legs. He laughs at my outburst and falls forward as I catch him off guard. His dick, hot and heavy and so fucking hard, presses into the crack of my ass, and I push back on it, grinding and hoping it’ll find its way further down. “Temper tantrums won’t get you anywhere, little girl,” he says, humor filling his voice as he regains his balance and pulls away. “I want you to be so wound...