Give Me a Chance (BYC #2)

33. Natalie

33

NATALIE

H is words pierce my chest, healing something deep inside of me. The trust he puts in me, though I’m not sure I deserve it, means more than anything.

He’s mine. And I ache to be his.

To give up the power I so desperately hold onto. I drop the vibe and the lube on the bed. I was just testing him, anyway.

Suddenly feeling vulnerable, my cheek flush with embarrassment as I say: “You were saying something about a punishment?”

A growl escapes him as he pulls on the ropes, setting himself free. His biceps bulge with the force, his abs contracting, and my nipples harden once again. Grabbing me by the throat, he attacks my mouth, biting into my lower lip, and all I can do is whimper.

“Please. I need you inside of me,” I beg, as his rock-hard cock teases my belly.

“You had your fun baby. Now it’s time for me to have mine,” he says, our foreheads pulled together.

His hand rough on my jaw, he lowers his head and takes an aching nipple into his mouth.

“Uhh,” I moan, as his tongue circles the stiff peak before biting on it. Pain shoots straight to my core. My already drenched, throbbing core.

He repeats the process on the other breast, before releasing it.

“Fuck, I want to fuck these perfect tits,” he groans, raising his head to mine. “But not now. Now I need to feel you clench around my cock. Can you do that for me?” His eyes are pure fire as he stares into my soul, and I only manage to nod.

He throws me down on the bed, holding me by the neck, until my breasts connect to the sheets, my ass left exposed in the air. His hand travels down my spine, the touch rough and possessive, until both of his hands land on my ass, stretching me open. His tongue travels my core, all the way from my clit to my asshole.

“Shit,” I mutter, as he bites down on my ass cheek.

A second of reprieve feels like eternity as I have no idea what is happening. The room is silent, save for our jagged breaths. That is, until his thick cock enters me to the hilt, making me buck.

“Fuck! Yes, fuck!” I start screaming, as he stretches me to the fullest, leaving me no time to adjust.

“This cunt is fucking drenched, baby,” he pants as his smooth and hard cock thrusts easily.

Grabbing both of my arms, he holds them tight behind my back. My pussy grips him, wanting to keep him in, but his pumps are merciless, knocking the breath out of me.

“Fuck, you take me so good.” His moves turn frantic, any leftovers of Nice Guy Matt long gone.

This. This is what I love. The way he sets himself free with me, letting me be free, too.

Love? The thought sends zings to my clit, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Not yet. We’ll come together. You’ll grip my fucking cock, as I fill you up, baby.”

Pulling me up by the wrists, his hand lands on my throat, while the other goes to my clit.

As he circles my swollen clit, sparks start in my vision, oxygen just out of reach.

“I need to come,” I plead. “I need to come.”

“Do it.” He commands, giving my clit one last pinch before I start clenching around him. Wave after wave, my orgasm hits me, triggering his own.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck!” he moans, as he fills me with his cum.

He drops, almost on top of me, peppering kisses onto my back as my breathing returns to normal. Turning me back around, he presses a soft kiss on my lips.

“I love you, Natalie. You don’t have to say it back. But I can’t hold it in anymore.” His voice is barely above a whisper. His words don’t fill me with fear or panic. No, they fill me with butterflies and excitement. And though I’m not ready to say it yet, I feel it, too.

This time, I’m the one to kiss him. Our bodies are slick with sweat, my pussy still dripping with his cum, but nothing has ever felt so right.

Emotion clogs my throat, as tears threaten to appear.

“It’s OK, baby. You’re safe with me.”

“I know,” I respond, and his eyes turn glossy as well.

“Time to eat.” He rolls the room service cart inside, his clothes a half-buttoned mess.

“Who knew sex clubs did room service?”

He looks away before responding. “They don’t, normally. I may have signed off on some pro-bono legal work for them to get it.”

“What?” I ask, sitting down at the intimate table for two, dressed in a bed sheet.

“I needed dinner and a show. And I didn’t want for dinner to get cold.” He shrugs, playing it cool though a cure blush creeps up his neck.

“Well, where did they get the cart?”

“Can we just eat?” He’s obviously uncomfortable with my line of questioning.

“We can, after you answer the question.”

“Uhm, I may have organized the full delivery from the hotel close by.” My lips turn up, my chest expanding in a new sensation.

“That’s a lot of effort, Mattie.”

“Yeah, well, you’re worth it.”

“I think this was pretty romantic,” I say, and he blinds me with a smile. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. And nice. Actually nice.

And thoughtful. He could have reserved a spot at a nice restaurant and brought me some flowers. But he did more, taking into considerations my fears and apprehensions, showing me I could trust him. With more than my body.

“Besides,” I continue, “we were pretty uncommon from the very beginning.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, guess you can say that.” This date was us. A mess of passion, new experiences, and building trust.

Two gorgeous pieces of salmon wait on my plate, along with asparagus and wild rice. We dig into the delicious food, just what I needed.

“So, you’re like my boyfriend now?” I joke.

“I hope to be.” His voice drips sincerity, though his eyes are playful.

“Hmm,” I pretend to think for a second, patting the fork to my chin, “what are you offering?”

“You mean besides this?” He gestures to the room, making me laugh.

“This is pretty good. But don’t you think I deserve more?” I bat my eyelashes dramatically.

“You deserve everything, Natalie.” My question was a joke, but the answer is so much more. It’s a promise.

“How about homemade gnocchi once a week?” I ask around a forkful of food.

“How about I learn more recipes and make us lunch every day of the week?”

“Done.” I smile. “Nice bargaining with you, sucker.” His deep laugh fills the room, enveloping my almost naked body in a cozy embrace.

He assures me the hygiene of the place is top-notch, so we shower together and cuddle some more before leaving the club.

“I had an idea,” he says, caressing my shoulder.

“Another one?” I joke.

“Yeah. It’s nothing big. I thought, since you like your lists so much, we can download an app to share a to-do list. One just for us. And any time you’re ready for something, you can put it on the list.” He looks at me expectantly. “If you want to, of course. It’s a silly idea.”

“I like it. I really like it.” I plant a small kiss on his lips. “Be ready for me to boss you around.”

He laughs once again. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Want to stay over?” I ask as he pulls up to my house.

“This is a first date, young lady.” His hand lands on his chest, feigning shock.

“You’re right. Should we take things slow?” My hand travels up my thigh, drawing his gaze.

“No fucking way. I can’t do slow with you.”

Two minutes later, we are making out in the elevator, and I jump on him as soon as we enter my apartment.