Loving Halston: Season One, Pilot Episode Read online

  “Squeeze,” he demands and I do. The moment my hand tightens over him, he scrapes the tip of his finger along the lower edge of my clit and I’m flying.

  “Oh my God,” I moan, breathlessly, into the car. I’m lost in the weightless feeling, but his hand drops further, hooking two fingers just barely into my pussy.

  “So fucking wet. Fuck, Hal. Yeah, baby.” My walls are clenching still from my orgasm, and I’m pushing my hips, trying to get his fingers to slip into me more. I need to feel some sort of fullness.

  Fuck, we need to be in his bed.

  The car stops and I open my eyes. We’re at his apartment.

  “Shit, Nick,” I mumble. I scramble for my seatbelt, needing to get out and to drag him to his room.

  God, I hope the boys aren’t around.

  I don’t have it in me to make small talk right now. I need Nick.

  Need him badly.

  “Stay put,” he demands and I literally mewl, which only causes him to chuckle. He hooks his hand around my neck, pulling me near. His mouth is on mine as his hand goes to his own seatbelt.

  There’s no light kissing now.

  No.

  His tongue dives into my mouth, claiming mine. I can hear the buckle of his belt and know what he’s aiming for. I moan into his mouth, more than ready to feel his heaviness against my tongue.

  “Your mouth.” Just those two words.

  He squeezes the back of my neck once and after shimmying my shorts back over my ass, I reach over, finishing the job of unbuckling and unzipping his jeans. I quickly reach into his pants and pull out his hard cock.

  Nick pulls at my neck and I drop toward his lap willingly.

  It’s my time to tease him though. I know he wants my mouth surrounding him, but I start with a sucking kiss to his lower shaft.

  “Hal.” My name is said in warning and I can’t help but smile against the velvety skin of his cock.

  I could be sassy, but I also want to be in the house, in his room, on his bed…

  I drag my lip up him as I lift to the head of his cock, swirling my tongue along the rim of him, then up around the meaty head. His fingers tighten around the back of my neck and I suck the very tip of him like I’m sucking down the top swirl of an ice cream cone.

  Before he can warn me again though, I widen my mouth and take him deep inside, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck and pull back. I grasp the base of his shaft and squeeze, pulsing my fist around him as I drop my head back down.

  Nick’s hand loosens on my neck but he doesn’t leave me. He threads his hand up over the base of my head, his fingers combing under my ponytail, loosening it as his hand spans the back of my head.

  I start bobbing my head on his cock, moving my hand in quick, tight movements at the root of him. The slopping noises of my movements fill the cab of the car, the slurping and sucking erotically melodic.

  Add to that, Nick’s grunts and groans above me, and I’m more than ready to come again. I slip my hand down the front of my still-unbuttoned shorts, sliding my fingers to my swollen core.

  I moan against him as I start moving my fingers over my clit.

  Nick was right. I’m soaked.

  My fingers move over my clit easily and between my fingers on my sensitive nub and the heavy, ridged cock in my mouth, I’m ready to soar again.

  “Fuck, Halston.” Nick’s fingers clench against my scalp and every time I bob down on his length, his hips flex up. He’s not the type to hold my face down to fuck my mouth, but for the moment, I want him to take over.

  Knowing he won’t, but also needing to get him off because I’m so close to coming again, I widen my mouth and bring his length completely into my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut as they tear up, the head of his cock hitting the spot that sets off my gag reflex, but I breath through my nose.

  “Fucking A, Hal,” Nick groans and the moment he’s at the back of my throat, the moment my hand flattens against his pelvic and my ring and pinky fingers squeeze his balls to my palm, his cock his pulsing into my mouth, his hot come a salty jet hitting my throat. I press my other fingers hard against my clit and my hips jerk as I’m coming too.

  His come pools at that back of my throat and I swallow hard, fighting another gag. I pull away from him, sucking on him hard as I do.

  Before I can sit all the way up though, Nick’s hand is on my chin and he’s pulling me to his mouth. My eyes are closed as I let him kiss me. God, I love his mouth.

  I love his body.

  I love how he makes me feel.

  And I’m pretty damn sure I love him, too.

  On the one hand, four months feels fast, but on the other…

  You spend over one-hundred days with a person, and not grow some sort of feelings.

  “Let’s go inside.” Nick’s words are spoken directly into my mouth and I pull back, nodding. I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand as I scramble to get out of the car, buttoning only one of my clasps when I stand on the cement drive. I pull down on the hem of my black bar tank and palm my car keys in my hand. Like every other night Nick has brought me to his place, he’ll bring me back to my car in the morning.

  He doesn’t like me driving to his place without him, but only because he can’t keep his hands off me.

  I round the front of the car and Nick is taking my hand, pulling me up to the townhouse-style apartment he and the guys live in. I can see through the shaded windows that at least one of the guys in up and watching television in the living room.

  Please, no small talk tonight…

  We walk through the front door and I toe off my sneakers as Nick is locking the front door. We’re likely the last to arrive tonight.

  Shoes off, Nick squeezes my hand before letting it drop. We walk into the living room where not one, but all three, of his roommates are watching the latest Game of Thrones. There’s some naked stuff going on, and I bite off a groan. Even my pussy clenches, and all I’ve caught is two seconds.

  Ethan, with his black hair and blue eyes, looks over the back of the couch. Those blues of his linger on me a little too long.

  He knows what Nick and I were up to.

  He knows what Nick and I are up to.

  And then he grins appreciatively.

  It should make me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t.

  “How’s it going?” Ethan asks.

  “Good,” I say, as Nick answers, “The night’s young.” It’s said in a cocky tone but it doesn’t bother me in the least.

  Ethan, Nash, and Liam all chuckle, exchanging different words of encouragement. Mostly sassy ones. I look over the group of them, appreciating their beauty.

  Hey, a girl can look.

  Can’t touch, but I can certainly look, and look I do.

  There shouldn’t be this much beauty in one small space. Between Ethan and Nash with their cocky grins, and Liam with his thoughtful stare—far too perceptive for his gorgeousness—a girl could get lost.

  “You all have fun now,” Nash says, winking at me. I give him a small smile and my eyes move to lock on Liam’s hazel ones. Even over the feet separating Nick and I from the three of them, I can see that the green in Liam’s eyes is in full power right now. I bite down on my lower lip, popping it out when Liam’s eyes drop to my mouth.

  I quickly look away before looking up at Nick. He’s watching me.

  I was caught.

  But rather than looking crazy possessive like he does at the bar, he looks…

  Pleased?

  No, no. That can’t be right. He must not have caught the look. The lip bite.

  Or if he did, he thinks it’s about the anticipation of the moment we walk through the threshold of his bedroom.

  “I’ll catch you guys later,” Nick addresses the room and then he’s pulling me toward the carpeted staircase. I fight to not take the stairs two at a time, to not giggle in excitement.

  Up the stairs.

  Down the hall.

  Last room on the right.

  What should be the maste
r bedroom, but somehow Nick managed to claim as his own. Huge room, with a master closet any girl would be envious over. An en suite bathroom with a deep soaker tub that he and I have used on more than one occasion.

  And a California king taking up the bedroom.

  The gentleman that he is, Nick lets me walk into the bedroom first but doesn’t drop my hand. Not when he closes the door behind us. Not when he unbuckles his jeans.

  And then he’s pulling me to him, turning us so my back hits the wall.

  With the giggle I managed to hold back before, I thread my fingers in his hair and bring his face to mine.

  Finally.

  Nash

  “It’s not happening.” There is no fucking way that Nick can talk Halston into our arrangement.

  “What makes you think that?” Ethan’s reply is cocky, but then again, so is he. He’s sitting at the other end of our second-hand leather couch I’m on. “She totally locked eyes with Liam after your little flirting. I think you’re just losing your touch.”

  I’m not sure why, but I just don’t think Hal’s our girl.

  We all agree that we want her to be our girl, but I think she’s far too wholesome for us—something I announce to the room.

  “Dude, have you heard Nick’s stories?” Ethan asks.

  Liam slouches in the matching lounge chaise, his hands locked over his stomach while his ankles are crossed but falling over the end. “And I share a wall.” He rolls his head over the back and chuckles. “She’s not as wholesome as you think.”

  For being the quiet one in our group, the sly look on his face isn’t one I’d normally peg him with. Dude’s smitten.

  I sit a little taller. “If Nick can’t talk her into it, Liam can do it.”

  “Wait. What?” Liam sits up now and the smug look is no longer on his face.

  “She’s attracted to you.”

  “Fuck, she’s attracted to all of us,” Ethan says.

  “Save the ego,” Liam tells him, then looks back at me.

  Before he opens his mouth, I interrupt. “I think that if we needed to pull the emotional card, Liam is the answer. You watched her bite that lip for you, right? You saw that? If Nick hadn’t talked to her however many months ago, and you had? She’d still be in this townhouse right now.”

  Liam shakes his head. “I don’t know…”

  He’s funny, Liam.

  Just when you think he’s on the same playing field as you, he goes and pulls this bullshit shy card. I’ve seen the guy in action—on ice, as a defenseman, he’s powerful and a heavy hitter. Now, I won’t say I pay too much attention when all us guys are in on the sexy times, but I know he’s got that down too. The girls love him.

  “You’re going to be our secret weapon. Our lucky charm, if you will. She walks, you talk her back.” It made so much sense. “If she runs, she’ll need a shoulder to cry on, right? She’ll be confused. Liam, girls talk to you. You’ve got this.”

  “It won’t come to that,” Ethan interjects.

  “I want to believe that, but just in case…” I stop and shrug, looking over the two. “We need a back-up plan.” I hold my hand out toward Liam as I look at Ethan. “So, in case… We have Liam.”

  Halston

  My giggle is quickly turned to a moan as Nick kneads my ass. I drop my hands to his shoulders and he helps as I hop up, wrapping my legs around his back, my ankles locked at the base of his spine. He pushes me harder against the wall and I’m stuck—between his hard body and the hard wall behind me.

  I wouldn’t choose to be anywhere else.

  His mouth presses hard against mine, our tongues deep in the other’s mouth. I fight to roll my hips against the hard ridge of his cock under his jeans, but Nick just pushes me harder against the wall.

  I can’t move.

  But then he starts to grind against me.

  “Oh God,” I moan against Nick’s mouth.

  “You like that, baby?” He bites my bottom lip. “You want my cock, Hal?”

  “God yes, Nick.”

  “Drop down.”

  His demand his hard and followed by a bite to my ear. I do as he says, reluctantly only because I love the feeling of him pressed against me.

  But I know…God, do I know…I much prefer being against him without the restraint of clothing.

  He’s undoing his jeans, and, with the fly open, leaves that task to pull his shirt off over his head. I can’t help but stare. Nick does it in the way you imagine all sexy guys do—with a hand behind his head, then up and over…

  His muscles all flex, from his arms to his abs, and I swallow back the pooling saliva in my mouth.

  Then, needing to catch up, I cross my arms in front of me and pull my tank top up, grateful for my smaller B-cups because I can pull off my bra at the same time.

  Before my shirt and bra are even on the floor, Nick is leaning in front of me and his heated mouth is around my nipple. I lean backward, catching myself with my hands flattened to the wall. I wasn’t as close to the wall as before, so the motion pushes my breast against his face. The stubble on his chin against the underside of my breast is glorious.

  I love the different textures.

  The stubble against the soft skin.

  His teeth pressing ever so gently around the main slope.

  His velvety tongue playing around and around.

  My breath is starting to come out staggered; there is no longer an even melody to it. A stuttered breath in, and hard breath out. I bite on my bottom lip and fist my hands at my sides.

  Nick sucks hard and pulls off my nipple with a pop. I drop my chin to watch him and can’t help but grin quickly when his eyes flicker up to mine, followed by a wink. Then he laps at my other nipple like he’s a damn cat. I moan and bring my hands to his head, trying to pull him to my chest, but he pulls back.

  “On the bed.”

  I stand up and push my body to his, flush, and gently rub my chest back and forth. The feeling of his bare chest, smooth against my nipples, has a small breathless moan falling from my lips.

  “Bed,” he issues again, this time with a quick spank to my still covered ass. “And keep those shorts on.”

  I brush past him. “Are you going to keep my legs captive again?” I ask sassily. I will remember tonight’s car ride for a very long time.

  “No, but I am going to take my time devouring you while I take them off.”

  I’m wound up tight, the anticipation absolutely killing me, but I try my damnedest to be a tease. It gets him off.

  I sit at the edge of his bed, completely nude from my shorts up, and squeeze a shoulder in and down. I watch as his eyes drop to my now exceptional cleavage and when he growls…

  Slowly, I lean back on my hands and tilt my head to the side. “Bringing out your inner animal, yeah?”

  He stalks toward me, like a lion going after his prey.

  But says nothing.

  One step.

  Two steps.

  Three steps.

  One more and he’s pushing a knee between mine, spreading my legs effectively with his body. Then he’s leaning toward me and I ease myself down to lie back on the bed.

  He doesn’t touch me though. Our only contact is my knees on the outside of his legs. His fists are well outside my shoulders and he’s holding himself off me by way more room than necessary.

  “You want the animal?”

  “Yes,” I purr, my own vixen fighting to be freed. I arch my neck, lifting my chin to try to get nearer to him. Nick accepts, dropping his face toward mine but rather than take my lips in the kiss I’m begging for, he drags his bottom teeth up the underside of my jaw, nibbling at the tip of my chin.

  Before I can complain, he’s moving his bites along my neck and when he hits right there…

  My eyes close as my body shudders, my nipples tighten. My pussy clenches.

  “Nick.”

  His tongue sweeps over the very spot that just set me off, and I push my hips up, my heels digging hard into the carpete
d floor. When his hands go to my shorts to undo the double clasps, I keep my hips lifted, needing to help him get them off as quickly as possible. I feel his callused fingers at the top hem of my shorts, then as they brush my hips, ass, thighs, as he pulls them and my panties off.

  I open my eyes and turn my head against the bed, wanting to watch. Hardly a single second passes between him pulling off my shorts, and him roughly pushing my knees apart, before…

  There.

  The heat of his mouth is sealed over me, his lips sucking at my clit a moment before his tongue plays quickly over me, his hands slipping under my ass, cradling the flesh.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I moan, closing my eyes again. I imagine his face there—I picture in my head, his tongue playing over me as he does just that. I can see his tongue in my mind, moving, flickering, lapping.

  But then he changes his pace.

  No longer is he going to town on me, but dragging his tongue over me languidly.

  Unapologetically slow.

  Torturously.

  I try to keep my hips still, trying to let him to move at his pace—especially knowing that he’s going slow to drag out my pleasure—but one touch of his mouth to my pussy, and I’m ready to go off.

  Nick slides his hands under my legs now, lifting my knees to drape over his shoulders, all the while his mouth still savoring me. He locks his hands just above my mound because after weeks of fucking, he knows that I’m moments from releasing.

  His slow ministrations change course. After one last long drag from entrance to clit, the tip of his tongue moves quickly back and forth and around my clit.

  “Nick.” I clench my fists into the bed.

  He hmms against me and the added vibration is too much. I’m coming…hard. Pushing my hips up into his face all while digging my heels into his back to push away, but with his arms locked around my thighs, I’m not going anywhere.

  And he’s not slowing down.

  “Nick’las!” I cry out, my knees now pushing against his head as my legs shake over his shoulders. I point my toes and stretch my legs, but it only heightens the sensations. I attempt to twist my body away from him, my orgasm nearly too much, but while I’m not able to go anywhere, Nick does start to take heed on me.