“Sit,” you directed Nick to the toilet after you put the seat down.

Nick held the gauze to his brow and wiped the blood from his lip. “Ah,” he hissed when you dabbed the cut above his brow with antiseptic.

“Oh hush,” you scolded. “Keep your hands to yourself and this wouldn’t happen.”

He scoffed. “If that douchebag had kept his hands off you-”

“You can’t beat up every guy that touches me, Nick.” You gently blew at the cut, trying to take some of the sting out. “Could probably use a couple stitches. Or I can use the skin glue.”

“Wanna bet?”, he countered. His brown eyes looked at your through his lashes. You knew he was serious.

A raised brow and crossed arms let him know you were serious as well.

“Glue.”

He rested his hands on your hips after you got him fixed up and pulled you to him. “I’m sorry,” his voice muffled against your belly.

Breathing a heavy sigh you ran fingers through his soft curls. “I know you mean well, Nicky but you can’t go around starting brawls because some drunk frat kid hits on me. I can handle most situations myself.”

“Hey. He hit me first. I was just defending myself,” he said defensively. “Besides. You’re my fiancee.” He flashed his eyes to you. “I’d do anything to protect you.”

If you were being honest, I turned you on when he went all alpha male.

Nick’s slowly slid hands down your thighs while still looking up at you with those brown eyes that could make you do anything. His hands slipped under your dress, where Nick was pleased to find you not wearing any panties. “Forget something mi amor?”

“Must have left them in the car,” you informed him referring to your earlier encounter.

Nick rose suddenly, grasped your waist and lifted you onto the bathroom counter. He shoved your dress up exposing you and ran slid his fingers through your dripping folds. Nick slowly slipped two long fingers inside you. You gasped.  “I think you like it. When I show my dominance,” he sneered and crushed his lips into yours as his fingers continued to plunge into your greedy pussy.

“Oh. Fuck Nicky. I do. It’s so damn sexy. Makes me so wet,” you groaned into his mouth. Your nails dug into his back. “Fill me up with that big cock,”

Nick grabbed your hair and pulled, not hard enough to hurt you. “You think you’re the boss here? I’ll fuck when I want. It just happens to be your lucky day. I’m taking requests.” He grinned then removed his fingers and released your hair. Nick grasped your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the counter.

You watched as he sprung free as he pushed his jeans and boxers off his hips. Your eyes shot up to his and you licked your lips. Lifting your legs, you wrapped them around his waist and pulled him to you. His cock twitched when you grasped it in your hand. You lined him up with your opening and he sank into you. Both of your groaned and you wrapped your arms around his neck

Nick gripped your hips and started rocking into you. “God baby. You always feel so good…ride my cock so hard.” Nick moved his hands to your lower back, pushing you harder and faster.

He hit in just the right spot, making your toes curl. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Harder. Please, Nicky,” you begged. It felt so unbelievably good. You knew you were going to cum hard. It was building, slowly spreading through your whole body.

Nick was close too. You could tell by the way his thrusts became jerkier and stuttered. “Y/N…I…oh God! Nick exclaimed as he emptied into you.

You clenched around him, your body was on fire, sounds were muted and you had your eyes locked with Nick’s. He thrust once more before he stilled. His forehead rested against yours. “I love you. I love you so much, carina,” Nick professed breathlessly.

“Hmmm…I love you too, Nick.” You softly kissed his lips. “How does your head feel?” Gently you touched the cut above his eye.

“Totally forgotten,” he responded.