she got the power in her hands, to shock you like you won't believe

she got the power in her hands, to shock you like you won't believe by sassy

I opened the door of Nolan's apartment and shut it behind me as I walked inside, rushing to the kitchen where I leaned the bag I was holding on the table along with a bottle of wine. Actually, two. "Nolan?" I called out, but didn't get any answer, guessing that he was still at work even though it was weird because he wasn't there when I had gone away. Oh well.
I kicked my heels off and got myself comfortable, lifting my hair in a ponytail before starting lining all the things I had bought at the grocery store on the kitchen counter. I had to admit that it was weird being there, in his kitchen, while he wasn't even home, cooking for him when we had never done something like that in all the years we had spent knowing each other...sleeping together more like it. But he had done a great favor to me and I had been a bitch to him, still I couldn't change who I was and that meant I wouldn't say sorry. I was going to do something nice for him, which in my opinion counted a lot more than an empty apology.

Setting my hands on my hips, I took a deep breath, wondering if this was a good idea after all. He could be out with some other girl or even worse he could be about to take one home while I was there like. I shrugged the thought off, guessing that I'd come up with some lie like I was his sister, and headed to his bedroom instead where I took a pair of clean socks and wore them, enjoying something so simple like the soft feeling of cloth after a whole day spent in killer heels and just when I was walking back to the kitchen, I realized that the sofa that virtually divided the kitchen from the livingroom wasn't empty, only I hadn't seen it from that angle yet. There he was, Nolan, sleeping like a baby. He was so cute when he didn't talk.
A smirk curved my lips as I headed to him, kneeling down and brushing my thumb against his scruffy cheek before kissing him softly on the lips. He had to be pretty tired, because he just stood there, asleep. Shaking my head I smiled and went back to serious business, which meant, cooking, part of me glad that he was home as I started working on dinner. Even after the longest day at work, cooking was something that relaxed me always, it could be as good as sex, and tonight I'd hopefully get both. I couldn't think about a better way to end my day.
"How did you break into my loft?" Nolan's groggy voice broke into the silence.
I glanced up, smirking at his sleepy face as he leaned his chin against the back of the sofa, his handsome face the only thing I could see. "I didn't break in, you forgot your keys in my bag last weekend." I sighed, cutting the chicken into pieces like a professional butcher.
"I swear sometimes you scare me." He said as he kept his eyes on me.
"Good to know." I grinned and finished what I started before setting a pan on the stove and starting peeling a bunch of potatoes next.
He yawned and ran his hands through his messy hair, but didn't stand up, being lazy apparently and I couldn't blame him. I'd do the same, only it wasn't my turn for lazy. "Why are you here cooking like a mad woman? Am I missing something?"
I faked a pout, "Muffin, I'm your fiancè! I want to cook for you!" I said in an overly sweet voice that almost made me gag before breaking into a grin which when wider when he groaned, "Relax Nolan, I just didn't want to eat alone." I smiled more genuinely, even though I was missing out part of the reason why I was there.
Nolan studied my expression, something I hated but I got used to and I just mentally counted to ten because I knew something was coming out of his mouth. "Is this your way of apologizing?" He asked and I refused to look at him, focusing on our dinner instead. The fact that he could still read me so well sometimes really annoyed me.
"I have nothing to apologize for," I retorted stubbornly, wishing he could just let it go and accept the silent one instead of looking for explanations.
He grinned, standing up and walking into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and crack it open, "Are you thirsty?"
"No," I replied and cooked, eyeing him as he just stood there like someone who didn't know what to do with himself. "Are you going to just stand there?" I asked.
"Do you need help?"
I sighed and turned towards the fridge, pushing a few things around. "Do you have any butter?" I tossed my head over my shoulder to look at him, just as his eyes moved up from my ass to catch my gaze.
He walked over to the fridge and grabbed the butter from the door, "I'm only going to ask one more time. Do you need any help?"
"No I don't thanks." I aswered politely, taking the butter from his hand and throwing him a smile before cutting a piece and letting it fall on the hot pan. "But it'd be great if you stopped staring at me like I have two heads."
At that he grinned, taking a sip of his beer as he walked around the kitchen island and sat on a stool, "I'm sorry but this is not something that happens everyday." He said back, amusement in his tone.
I moved quickly, grabbing a bowl and using it to cover in flour the pieces of chicken before tossing them into the sizzling pan, "True, but you're making me feel self conscious." I said with a grin as I reached for the bottle of wine, opening it.
"That's a good one." He grinned back at me, shaking his head, "Try again, cocky woman."
"Can't I just do something for you?" I asked nonchalantly even though we both knew that no, we rarely did things for each other and that didn't mean that we were bad people or anything...we weren't just that kind of persons, we didn't have that kind of relationship and it was fine for both of us.
"I don't think so. What's the catch?" He raised one eyebrow at me, watching me as I poured myself a glass of wine before pouring some into the pan too.
I sipped the golden liquid slowly, keeping my eyes on him, "There's no catch." I paused to add the potatoes to the chicken along with salt as I glanced at my watch, guessing that our food would be ready by 8. "The sooner you stop wondering why I'm here the sooner you'll start enjoying the night."
Nolan cracked a grin and shook his head in amusement, "Who said I wasn't already?"
I raised an eyebrow but avoided his gaze in favor of focusing on the food instead. "You have a weird way of showing it," I said quietly.
"We're both incapable of showing emotions," He shrugged nonchalantly. "What's new?"
I rolled my eyes and parted my lips before reshutting them, knowing that he had a point. It was sad though.
"So when's dinner with the in laws?" He leaned his forearms on the counter and grinned wide at me.
"Please don't refer to my parents as your in laws," I said seriously, trying desperately not to sound bitchy. "Dinner will be next Monday."
"Hate Mondays," He groaned before smirking again. "This must be what marriage feels like."
"Marriage feels like Mondays?" I asked and raised one eyebrow at him, giving him an amused look as I sipped my wine slowly.
"Probably." He shrugged, "We'll find out when we'll be married."
"Uh, I wonder what having kids feel like instead." I smirked wider, starting moving again anf reaching for plates, forks, and everything we needed to eat feeling so at ease in his kitchen it was almost weird.
He didn't bother to take me seriously, since of course I was being as silly as him, "Now you're pushing it, cupcake."
"We'll find out, right?" I asked with a straight face before breaking into another grin, "Enough talking nonsense."
"Why? I was having fun." He let his grin match mine as he held his chin in his hand lazily, not moving even an inch while I did all the work. I was only setting the table, but god, men were really all the same. "This is a lot better than when you're a b.itch."
"No why thank you." I said flatly and rolled my eyes, though I was used to the name now. It wasn't like it was completely undeserved. "And still, you agreed to marry me. You must love me so much."
The word hung in the air and he froze for a moment before realizing that we were still joking around. "So much my heart could barely take it," Nolan held a hand to his heart and shot me a lazy smile.
"Save it Casanova," I smirked back at him and flipped my hair over my shoulder once my hands were free again. "Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes."
His eyebrows shot up, "Already? I thought we'd have to wait an hour."
I stared blankly at him, "Don't you ever cook?"
"Really? Do I look like I cook?" He stood up and stretched his body out. "I'm more of a trophy husband, but you'll find that out soon enough."
"Ha," I said flatly while he walked around the island over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"It smells good, but here's the million dollar question, is it edible?" He stared skeptically over my shoulder at the food.
I turned my head as I set my hands on his forearms, my eyebrow raising slowly, "What do you think?" I asked back flatly.
"I don't know, that's why I asked you." He retorted with a smirk on his lips, his expression an amused one. If he wasn't so handsome and sexy he'd be the most annoying man to be around. "For what I know you could be trying to poison me."
"And you're thinking I'd put so much time and effort in poisoning you?" I questioned, shaking my head as I smirked myself, "Ha! You're delusional."
"When you smirk like that you look like an evil witch." He pointed out, always complimenting me.
I turned into his arms, not letting that or anything else ruin my mood or I'd have something more to make up for all over again. "Thanks." I grinned and set my hands on his chest before kissing him chastely.
"A very sexy witch," Nolan added and kissed me again, lifting his hand up to tangle it in my hair and keep it in place, right where he wanted me.
I grinned against his lips after breaking the kiss, "I'm still not sure if that's a compliment or an insult."
"A compliment," He said seriously when I pulled my head back to look better at his handsome face.
I smirked at him and then bit down on my bottom lip, knowing how to drive him crazy. "Dinner's ready," I said and pulled my body back completely, giving him my back which he liked just as better as my front. He had a weak spot for my ass and I couldn't complain about it.
"I liked having you in my arms instead," He said with his lips against my ear, my eyes dropping down to my breasts and my hard nips.
"I know," I retorted and grinned up at him before turning my gaze back to the food. "Do you want to eat in here or the dining room?"
"I'd rather eat you," He kept going, knowing I'd shoot him down. If I had wanted just sex I wouldn't have bothered to cook.
I shook my head and started dishing up the food, liking to have someone to cook for. It was a nice change, it wasn't like I minded being alone, the opposite actually, but I still appreciated the company, mostly his. "We'll eat in here," I said quietly, turning to hand hin a plate complete with a meal.
"This looks great," He said honestly. "Thank you."
"Wait to thank me, maybe it's disgusting." I grinned as I grabbed my own plate, setting it next to his on the kitchen island before taking a seat next to him.
He raised one eyebrow at me, an amused expression on his sexy face, "Since when you act all modest?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, "I was fishing for compliments." I said back before refilling my glass with wine, "Wine or beer?"
He let out a laugh, the kind that was irresistible because it made him look even hotter than he usually was. "Another beer woman." He smirked wide.
"Get up and get one." I shot him a side glance, knowing he was pushing it.
"But I said thank you." He stared back at me, challening me with his look.
"But you didn't say please." I retorted since yes, I was being nice, but I had a limit. I wasn't really his fiancè after all, not even his girlfriend, and he had legs to walk and hands to grab things. When he kept staring at me I sighed and got up eventually, heading to the fridge to take another bottle, "You're welcome." I said as I handed it to him before sitting again.
"Thanks." He said again, his smirk only getting wider since he had won this little match.
I offered him a smile as answer, then focused on my food, eating slowly and mentally complimenting myself since it was delicious. "You should thank me later with a massage." I said eventually, the tone of my voice serious. His hands on me taking care of my sore body? Yes please.
Nolan cracked a grin, his eyes getting darker and I knew where his mind was already. "Deal," He agreed to it.
I looked up at him and raised a brow, "Really? That easy?" I asked, more because I wanted to hear him confess than anything. Our attraction was too strong to get ignored.
"Massages always lead to sex," He shrugged and kept smirking at me. "Am I wrong?"
"Everything we do leads to sex," I retorted back before taking another bite of my food.
He let out a laugh and took his first bite. "You're right. We can just skip the massage then and go straight to sex," He said with a serious tone, my eyes narrowing on him slightly. "This is really good. You've been holding out on me."
"Not really." I shrugged nonchalantly, eating slowly as I looked at him.
"I didn't know you could cook like this." He went on, looking actually surprised.
I swallowed then let a smirk play on my lips, "I'm epic no matter what I do." I said as I refilled my glass, noticing how I was already half through the bottle of wine and I could feel it too. I was starting to relax, I was a little hot too, and I didn't feel like being too mean to Nolan.
"Now, epic would be another thing..." He trailed off, teasing me like he always did, but I didn't even bother to listen to him since the way he was eating my food said it all.
"You never cooked for me." I said instead as I took my last bite, thinking about the things we usually did together. Sex, sex, and more sex. Occasionally we spent the lunch break together, but it was never much of a big deal.
He raised one eyebrow at me, "Why should I?"
"It'd be nice." I paused as my smirk got wider, "I'd let you eat off of my body."
Nolan groaned, the image already in his head I was sure. "How about you just let me eat you instead?" He managed to smirk back at me.
"I'm not a meal," I said with an innocent smile on my face, a hard one to pull off since I wasn't innocent at all.
"You're dessert," He stood up and grasped my waist, lifting me up and setting me on the counter where I kept my gaze locked on his as he stepped between my legs.
"You haven't finished your dinner yet..."
He laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "I can finish it later."
"It will get cold and disgusting." He pointed out but wrapped my arms around his neck losely, enjoying the view of this handsome man standing so close to me.
"I don't know if you ever heard of microwave ovens." He smirked at me as he ran his hands up and down my thighs lazily.
"Such a smarta.ss." I commented shortly, tangling my fingers with his hair and giving it a gentle tug.
His smirk got wider as he leaned further into me, our mouths barely an inch apart, "My food will be just fine."
"Just remind me not to cook for you anymore." I shrugged and wrapped my legs around him as I pushed him closer, our bodies bumping together.
"You should be happy I find you more edible than food." He raised one eyebrow slowly, shooting me a cocky look.
"I'll take the compliment." I allowed myself to smirk before pressing my lips against his.
"Good," Nolan reached for my face, cupping my cheek in his hand and stared into my eyes while silence fell around us. He leaned his head closer to kiss me when I turned my head ever so slightly to bite down on his thumb. "What was that for?"
"You should be happy I find you more edible than food," I used his words on him with a smirk on my lips.
He lifted my body up, throwing half of me over his shoulder while he tightened his grasp on me. "Such a smartass," He retorted, playing my game.
"Are you mimicking me now?" I laughed, using both of my hands to slap his ass like it was a drum set. I wasn't playful a lot, but with Nolan I felt relaxed enough to be, plus any excuse was a good one to touch his ass.
"Nope. I'm bringing you to bed to punish you," He said, walking down the hallway.
"Putting me to bed without any dessert?"
He laughed back and shook his head, "You won't be sleeping anytime soon."
"I don't know, I'm kind of tired." I said as I tried not to laugh myself, thought I was really tired. Tired but not sleepy, not when Nolan was so irresistibly sexy. "I worked, then cooked a lot-" I cut myself off when he threw me on his bed.
He shrugged nonchalantly, reaching for my jeans and wasting no time as he unzipped them before pulling them down my legs. "You can sleep if you want, but I won't." He smirked wickedly.
"Oh Nolan." I shook my head as I looked at him, being lazy and wanting him to do all the work. I deserved it.
He stopped when his hands reached my ankles as he eyed my socks. His socks. "Such a turn off." He raised one eyebrow at me even though I could prove him wrong.
I set my foot on his chest before trailing it down his stomach to his crotch. He was so hard under his jeans. "Lies." I grinned at him as I bit down on my lip, "Take your clothes off and give me a show."
"That's your job instead," Nolan replied but peeled his shirt over his head regardless, leaving me watching him closely. He had the body of a god and my hands were itching to touch him already.
"Undressing you or giving you a show?" I smirked at him and let my eyes drop down to where his hands were unbuckling his belt then working on his zipper to push his jeans down.
He grinned at the look on my face that had to show how turned on I was. "Both," He said simply, kicking his jeans and boxers aside and then stepping between my legs. My lips parted but then reshut as he lowered his head to press kisses along my thighs, his hands sliding up my sides to tug my flimsy shirt over my head. My bra matched my panties, like always, and I could only hope he wouldn't rip any of them. "You're so beautiful," He muttered under his breath, a cocky grin forming on my lips as soon as the words escaped him.
I kept my gaze locked on his before sliding a hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy just to tease him, "Mmm."
He shook his head and let out a breath, taking in the view. "Should I leave and let you finish?" He pressed his lips against my neck while he hovered over my body, his dick nearly having a life of its own and moving my hand aside.
"No." I said with a pout as I stared into his eyes, them slightly rolling backwards when I wrapped my fingers around his rock hard erection and made him groan. "You'd miss out."
"Right." He muttered unintelligently, moving his hips already with my hand and showing me his impatience.
I bit down on my lip, watching him like this was the biggest turn on, to the point that I was literally aching. With my free hand I pushed the straps of my bra down enough to free my breast, craving his touch. I'd even beg him, but from the way he was looking my moves? I didn't need that. I smirked when he tilted his head down and took my breast in his mouth, doing exactly what I wanted. "Oh my god..." I trailed off in a moan, my hand stroking him just a little faster as he teased my nip with the tip of his tongue. There was no one hotter than Nolan, but it was a lot more than just that, there was no one better than him in bed too.
"Push your panties down." He said in a growl, it sounding like an order I wouldn't follow if I wasn't so impatient to have him inside of him.
With my free hand I did as told, my other one setting the head of his dick on my pussy, that contact alone making me shiver. "Just fuck me already Nolan." I breathed out, not able to spend a second longer without him inside of me.
"So demanding," Nolan grinned and pulled his head back to take in the view. "Put your hands above your head and spread your legs."
I cocked a brow and bit down on my lip, lifting my hands above my head but closing my legs as best as possible. "You're the demanding one instead," I purred, my hands making fists in the blankets above my head.
He grabbed my legs and pushed them apart. He fisted his d.ick and hovered above me while I watched him with impatience. With a few strokes, he guided it back to my pus.sy and ran it back and forth along its length, teasing me. "Say please," He said quietly, giving me maybe an inch before pulling out and killing me.
"You watch too much po.rn," I grinned back wickedly and lifted my hips to press harder against him while he kept teasing my entrance.
He laughed and shook his head, not saying another word as he pushed deep inside of me, going deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. "Christ," He said under his breath, moving his hips to fu.ck me at a decent pace.
"F.uck." I breathed out unintelligently, stretching around him and opening my legs as wide as possible to allow him to fit inside of me. He barely did, as huge as he was, and everytime was like the first for how epic it felt.
He peeked up at me, shooting me a grin, "That's what I'm doing." He said like the smarta.ss he was.
I let go of the blankets to reach for his hair instead, tangling my fingers with his brown locks as I arched my body into his, "You can do better." I teased him, not even knowing if better than this was even possible but I liked pushing his buttons anyway.
He groaned and rolled his eyes, setting his hands by each side of my head as he propped himself up. "You're lucky you're this hot." He said as slid down almost all the way out of me, making me whimper.
"You're lucky you're this hot." I repeated his word but kept a smirk on my face as I licked my lips slowly and moved my hips just enough to allow the head of his d.ick to move inside of me. It was like torture, but it was the sweetest one, I was so tuned on that my nips were so hard they ached. "F.uck me hard."
He didn't wait a second longer and slammed inside of me in a firm roll of his hips, hitting my spot immediatly with the perfect angle and making me cry out loud. "As hard as you can take." He asked through his clenched teeth, his face twisted in pleasure as he pulled back and repeated the motion.
I tightened around him, glancing down between our bodies and tightening a little more from that view only. "God Nolan..." I moaned, hypnotized by him.
Nolan groaned again, echoing my moans. His breaths were getting short but he didn't let it slow him down, our bodies crashing together while he kept slamming inside of me, his hands gripping me tight were at least going to leave bruises on my hips. He kept moving at the same pace, it killing me and making my pu.ssy tighten around him in a vice like grip. My eyes shut and my head rolled back, my chest arched upwards and my nips hard. He lowered his head and caught one between his teeth, not bothering to be gentle as he bit down and made me scream. "Mm," He mumbled with it still between his teeth, yanking gently this time, knowing exactly what to do to make me feel good.
"I'm close..." I trailed off as my pu.ssy kept spasming, not wanting to wait longer but wanting to let go and get lost in my orgasm.
"Cu.m for me," He said back and moved a hand to my clit, lifting his head to look down at me while he rubbed me and watched me lose it.
"Nolan!!" I screamed, my whole body feeling on fire and my throat almost sore for how loud I was, but I couldn't help it, that was how hard he made me cum always.
His hips kept moving as I came against his dick, seconds later he was coming with me also. "You're lucky you feel like that," He grinned, finally slowing down and lowering his head to hide in the nape of my neck.
"Like what? Heaven?" I tangled a hand in his hair and smiled, enjoying the feeling of being utterly content.
"I was going to say tight, but that works also," He replied, turning his head to the side and kissing my cheek before pulling out and lifting himself off of me to collapse beside me on the bed.
I turned my head to keep my eyes on him and I studied him for a moment, noticing how his features looked someway softer when he was like this, naked and spent, a little sweaty too and with his hair ruffled. It was the opposite from the version of him at work.
"What?" He asked when I kept quiet, raising one eyebrow at me.
I smirked as I rolled over onto my stomach, sliding my hands under the pillow as I adjusted my head on it. "You just ruined everything."
"You're talking nonsense." He retorted in monotone.
"I was noticing how you're much more gorgeous when you don't talk." I teased him and he just rolled his eyes. I ignored that as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, already ready to dream after what had felt like a neverending day.
"Falling asleep already?" I heard him ask as he poked my nose, something I hated and he knew it, that was why he did it.
I forced myself to open my eyes to look at him, finding him with a grin on his face, "Yes, I'm tired."
He faked a serious expression, rolling over onto his side, "What happened to your stamina?"
"I went here straight from work and cooked while you were napping. That's what happened." I explained as I got up, looking for my clothes and wearing my panties then my shirt.
"Where are you going little miss grumpy?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at me.
Pushing my bra into my bag, I shrugged nonchalantly. "Home." I answered simply. We didn't usually have sleepovers and, that aside, right now I really wanted to sleep while he seemed wide awake instead.
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to beg you to stay?" Nolan cracked a grin, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room. I should have been used to that and while I thought that this worked perfectly for us, there were moments when I wished there was more. Like cuddles. But that was in my dreams, reality was that Nolan and I weren't that kind of persons.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, my nipples straining against my flimsy top. "No," I said simply. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."
"If you're lucky," He clasped his hands together behind his head and kept his gaze on my breasts, knowing how to annoy her and feeling the need to.
A snort escaped me, "Right. Goodbye as.shole."
"What, no hug and kiss goodnight? Won't you at least tuck me in?"
"Your mother must have breast fed you too long," I retorted, slipping my shoes on one at a time.
He let out a laugh, "It'd explain my fascination with boobs."
"Disgusting," I said flatly.
He climbed out of bed and ruffled a hand through his hair, "I'm joking. I'll walk you to the door."
"I know the way," I said stubbornly, both of us walking side by side as I did my best not to stare at his erection.
"Just being a gentleman."
"Gentleman wear pants," I replied with a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"I'll take a memo on that," He said, stopping at the door and opening it for me. "Thank you."
I lifted an eyebrow but smirked at him, "You're going to make me feel like a ho.oker."
"I meant for dinner," He smirked back and reached for my chin, lowering his head to kiss me. Pulling back, he let his hand graze my as.s before slapping it firmly. "Drive safe. I'll see you tomorrow."
I shook my head slowly and turned on my heels, already walking away from his door, "If you're lucky."
"Always."