12. Willa
Never in my entire life had anyone bestowed on me the sort of pleasure Nate was invoking with his tongue.
Blissful frissons coursed up my legs, gathering in my core as though they were stockpiling for the long hard winter. Long and hard was something Nathan Fox was obviously acquainted with, and after getting my eyes on the outline of his cock, I couldn’t wait to acquaint myself either.
As he continued his long, languid licks, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. The exorbitant sensations left me so ravenous and needy I could hardly endure it, and yet I never wanted him to stop.
But that was exactly what happened, the divine pressure of his tongue suddenly gone. Nate lifted one of my legs a foot or so in the air and smacked my ass, hard enough the slap echoed through the room.
I whipped up my head and shot him a stunned, what-was-that-for expression, even though my body also screamed for him to do it again.
“I told you to watch,” he said.
“I was, but it feels so fucking good that I?—”
“No excuses.” He pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked. My back arched off the bed as liquid gushed down my thighs. I tried to rub them together, hungry for the friction that’d come to a halt mere seconds before I was sure that I was going to finally—at long last—come. But Nate anchored his hands high on my legs, purposely holding them apart like the bossy scoundrel he was.
At least he didn’t let me fall, as promised, but I was tempted to test how well his hold kept up when I began lobbing things at his arrogant, unfairly handsome head. “Okay, I’m watching. Please don’t leave me on the brink for too long, or I might not be able to finish.”
“Oh, you’ll finish.” Not an ounce of doubt belied the confident statement. “But I say when and how. And it’s not happening unless I get to witness every rapturous second, from the curling of your toes to the expression you make, as you shatter apart because of me.”
I sat up and raked my fingers through his hair, loosening the hold the gel had on the barely-there waves. It was thicker and courser than it looked, and I wanted it against my skin again, same as the rasp of his whiskers and that lower lip that must’ve been carved by the Goddess of Love herself. “Just you wait. Turnabout’s fair play.”
He lunged forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, his thumb digging into my cheek. “If you’ve got enough audacity to sass me, I must not’ve made myself clear about who’s in charge here. Now, you’re going to have to beg.”
His mouth descended on mine in a kiss that was more about annihilation than gratification.
And I fucking ate it up, like a starved woman with no impulse control.
It’d been ages since sex hadn’t been a boring rerun, and this was doing it for me in a big way. I yielded, melting against him so my breasts grazed the smattering of dark, coarse hair on his chest. I slid down his body, sinking heavily onto his lap, and his waiting, impressive erection. Keeping in mind the words he’d just said, I asked permission instead of giving in to the impulse to drag myself over him and appease the throbbing within. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fox. Will you please allow me to grind up against your enormous cock?”
The harsh whoosh of air from his lips spoke to the fact that I’d surprised him as aptly as he’d done to me. I didn’t rub that in, though. Not when it might prevent me from rubbing other things.
He reached around, seized hold of both ass cheeks in a bruising, adrenaline-charged grip, and drew me tight against him. “Go ahead.”
Blinking away the stars dancing their way across my vision, I fully threw myself into the roll of my hips. I moaned at the slip and slide of his hardness against my softness. Mesmerized by the length and the feel, I braced my hands on his shoulders and ground against his velvety arousal again. He groaned, and I moaned louder than before.
Make that the second promise he’d kept. The neighbors undoubtedly knew exactly what we were up to, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. Let them all be privy to any and every orgasm I had from this time forward, as long as it happened.
In the next instant, I was on my back, the fibers of the rug that covered most of my bedroom floor digging into my skin.
“Nice try,” Nate said, and my mind whirred to figure out what I’d tried. Before I could manage to ask, he kissed and licked his way down my body, and then his mouth was between my legs again.
I propped myself up on my elbows, gaze homing on to his to show him what an astute pupil I was.
“Good girl,” he said, shooting me a devilish grin as he slowly licked up my pussy, the tip of his tongue flicking my clit. Again and again, and I fought the urge to loll my head. The whimper that slipped out couldn’t be helped.
While sustaining his ministrations, he dragged two of his fingers over me, tracing my swollen lips with his fingers. Sucking me into his mouth, he increased the speed and pressure of his strokes as my oncoming orgasm barreled toward me.
I haven’t been this close in so long. What if it still doesn’t happen? My worries welled within me, my muscles tightening for another reason.
“Don’t think,” Nate whispered. “Just feel. It’s just you and me, and all I’m thinking about is how fucking beautiful you are, and how good you taste.” He flattened his tongue to the bundle of nerves screaming for a release. “I’m in control, remember? And I’m telling you that right now…”
One long, deliberate lick caused my eyes to roll in the back of my head.
“It’s time to come, harder than you’ve ever come before.” Nate plunged a finger inside me and added the light scrape of his teeth to the magic he was working with his tongue.
Every muscle in my body tensed… Then I burst from the inside out, imploding and exploding, my body no longer under my control or in this earthly realm at all.
A cry accompanied the full-body tremors, my hips arching so high off the floor before slamming down with enough force I’d likely have bruises. I sincerely hoped I would. After everything I’d been through recently, an occasion involving climaxing harder than I’d ever done before deserved a physical reminder.
This time, my whimper involved contentment and alleviation, along with the fact that a guy as sinfully hot as Nate was happy to watch the way my body reacted to him. Enough so that he’d taken his sweet, sweet time giving me exactly what I’d been needing for far longer than before my marriage fell apart.
That blip of a thought about a word I’d done my best to avoid tried to take a bite out of my elation, but I shoved it to the far recess of my mind where it could die a lonely death for all I cared.
With the room around me slowing its spinning, my gaze snagged hold of the shirtless dude with the proud look on his rugged face. “Told you,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah. No one likes a bragger.” It would’ve been more convincing if I wasn’t still breathing as though I’d barely crossed the finish line after running a 5K.
“That’s not what it felt like when you were coming against my mouth.”
My sex clenched, the reminder so fresh and raw it had no business throbbing with the emptiness of a nice, hard dick, but there it was anyway. “Please tell me you brought a condom before scaling your way down to my balcony. As I didn’t plan on having sex with anyone for a while, I’m fresh out. And by fresh, I mean if I had any, they would’ve disintegrated from old age by now.” On the tails of wishing I hadn’t added that last line, a self-deprecating titter snuck out.
The right side of his mouth lifted in an amused half-smile, and then he crawled over my body, the part I longed to have deep inside of me fully on display and dragging across my belly in a sensual line. He kissed me softly, far softer than during sex, and said, “I do have a couple in my wallet, but this was about you, not me. Although I got a meal as well as a show, so”—he licked his lips and liquid pooled between my thighs, anew—“I’m not complaining.”
“But see, my pussy is.” I braced a hand on the nape of his neck and drew his mouth to mine. “It’s saying it desperately needs you to bury yourself deep inside. Since I want to see you lose your control the way I just did, I can’t help but agree.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed with the low, grumbly noise that rattled loose, only adding more conviction that sex needed to happen.
I moved my mouth to his ear and nibbled on his lobe. “I’ll beg for it if I have to—or my pussy will.” I withdrew enough to see if I’d caused a reaction, pledging to make do with even an ounce of the type he instigated within me. “Whichever is more effective.”
He wedged his hand between my legs, his thumb depressing my clit and curling his two longest fingers just inside of me. My breasts grew heavy, my breath scattered in a dozen different directions, and I didn’t dare move, lest he change his mind. No doubt he could feel my willingness loud and clear, though. “Don’t tell Willa,” he said, brushing his lips over mine. “But after I heard her moaning and struggling in her bedroom earlier tonight, it was all I could do not to show up at her door on my hands and knees and beg her to let me break her dry spell.”
“Later, we’re going to have to explore that whole down-on-your-knees-and-begging-for-it scenario. Right now, I’m too impatient.”
Nate reached over the top of me, grappled for his slacks, and dug into the front pocket. “That makes two of us.”