Master Debater

17. Nate

“I thought you were hungry,” Willa said, and I licked up the column of her neck and sank my teeth into the lobe of her ear.

“I am.”

Her glorious breasts rose and fell against my chest, giving away the fact that she was as horny as I was. “But my job. What if we get caught?”

Blindly, I reached out and yanked the curtains, just far enough to cover us without muffling the sound transmission. “If anyone hears, we can just say you were practicing your high notes.”

“Nate, I’m not sure?—”

I pressed a finger to her lips. “Ah-ah. Not until you come—that’s when you get to say my name.” My other hand slid higher on her thigh. “I warned you about arguing with me. You thought you were real smart, didn’t you? Telling me that you were choosing the hard way and getting all snarky. Now, it’s up to me whether you finish or not.”

Ransacking time. I slipped my fingers into her panties, groaning at finding her so wet and ready for me. I didn’t push inside of her or increase the tempo, purposely dawdling so she’d learn her lesson.

Her hips bucked, circling and chasing after my touch, and I kept the pressure infuriatingly light for the both of us.

“What do you say? Shall I expect my apology now or later?”

Willa gripped a fistful of curtains and set her jaw, stubborn to a fault that I planned on relieving her of.

“Later, it is.” I dropped to my knees, and her jaw went along with me. I replaced the hand I’d had on her thigh with my mouth, kissing my way up to the innermost part of her leg, right where it met her torso.

The rigidity in her muscles faded as her head fell back against the wall. Finally, she was accepting that the fate of her pleasure was in my capable hands—as well as my mouth. I ducked my head under her skirt, groaning at the tiny scrap of silk that greeted me. I put my mouth on her, fabric and all, and expelled warm, damp breaths that had her clenching her thighs.

“The sooner I eat you out and you cry out my name as you come, the sooner we get to eat out.” I hooked my finger in her underwear, pulling it aside and savoring the sight of her. If I had my way, I’d ask the stage manager to shine the spotlight right at this perfect slice of heaven.

That’d be counterintuitive to ensuring she kept her job and secured her dreams, so instead, I dove in, unable to wait a second longer to taste her. To feel her shudder, and shudder she did, a tremble starting in her legs and then traveling up the rest of her incredible body.

Again and again, I took her to the edge, only to back off as soon as her muscles tensed. By time number three of withholding her orgasm, I thought we might be here all night before she cracked. But then she tunneled her fingers through my hair and yanked at the ends so my face was turned up to hers. “Fine. You win. Please, just let me finish already. Preferably before I go insane.”

“See?” I yanked down her underwear, leaving them around her ankles. “Was that so hard?”

“Now, Nathan.” At my reprimanding look, she added, “Please.”

Her submission tasted almost as sweet as she did, and I dove in, lapping at her like both of our lives depended on it.

Within no time, her muscles were tightening, her release coming at her quickly. I pulled back an inch, setting my scruffy cheek against her inner thigh and soaking in her whimper. To ensure she didn’t trip, I removed the thong from around her ankles and shoved it into my pocket. Then I peered up at her, tongue extended, the tip a mere centimeter away from her clit. “My name.”

“Nate.”

“Louder.”

“Nathan.”

It boomeranged across the performance center before coming back around and flooding my ears, the noise so full of lust and longing that I went ahead and gave her exactly what she wanted. Once the tremors started, I hooked my hands around her knees, bracing her with my shoulders against her hips so she wouldn’t fall.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered, and then I sucked her into my mouth, pleasure zinging through me as she cried out my name, nice and loud, the acoustics she’d been marveling at proving just how wonderous they were as the sounds of her voice filled the air.

Willa shivered the second she stepped out of the car and the breeze hit her. The rain had turned to a drizzle, but we’d been walking the Green Way after dinner when we got caught in a torrential downpour. She snuggled deeper into the suit coat I’d draped over her once we made it to the car, but as we walked up the front steps of the duplex, her teeth began chattering.

“I’m not sure…” Another shiver accompanied the rattling noise. “I’m so cold, and I hate to use this term right now, but I’m thinking I’m going to have to take a raincheck on dessert.”

“I have a better idea. We’ll get you inside and warm you up with a hot shower.” I unlocked my door and pulled her through my living room. I didn’t usually run cold, and even I was wondering if I’d ever be warm again.

As soon as we reached my bedroom, I relieved her of my suit coat, and then her shoes and mine. We both undressed in a flash, and with Willa quivering so much, I delayed my ogling of her naked body until we were in the shower, under the hot spray of water.

I rubbed my hands over her shoulder, adding some friction to up her body temperature that way. “Ready to admit that I was right when I told you that you should duck inside a bar while I went to fetch the car?”

Her chin jutted out, as stubborn as she’d been when she’d informed me that she liked the rain and wouldn’t melt. I tried once more to convince her to go somewhere she’d be warm and dry, but she insisted. “I plead the fifth.”

I pushed my hair off my face to avert the stream running down my nose and shook my head. “Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t want me to cross-examine you.”

The color had returned to her face, as had the feistiness. She stepped closer, until my growing erection skimmed her lower stomach and her breasts grazed my chest. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong.” She pressed her lips to my jaw. “I rather enjoy when you’re thorough; when you poke and prod and get aggressive.”

I backed her against the tile, showing her who was in charge here. Water ran down her body in rivulets, tracing the parts of her I planned on exploring myself. Then I jammed my hand between her legs, probing and spreading the wetness I found there, and not from the shower, either.

Watching pleasure flicker across Willa’s features was quickly taking the top spot for one of my very favorite activities. She was so responsive and easy to read, which made it that much easier and more fun to push all the right buttons.

I withdrew my fingers in one harsh drag. Then I lifted them to my mouth and sucked them clean, her awestruck reaction leading me to believe no one had properly savored her before. “The taste of you is such a fucking turn-on.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s fair you get to do all the tasting.”

I almost extended my fingers, thinking she wanted to experience it for herself, and I was totally onboard.

But then she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. The heat from the water and warmth of her was similar yet different and holy fuck, the woman could suck. A grunt came out, and I braced my hand on the shower wall so I wouldn’t fall to my knees.

“Mmmm,” she said, withdrawing enough to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock, lapping up the drop of pre-cum. “I get what you mean.”

I twined my fingers in her hair, not pulling or forcing but securing her to me and this moment. Although, once she wrapped her pretty lips around me again, my hips pumped of their own accord, unable to withstand the temptation to dive deeper into heaven.

Every worry I’d ever had melted away. The only thing that existed was this shower, my cock, Willa’s mouth, and the way her tits bounced with the bob of her head.

Sparks of light danced through my vision and my head swam, adrift on a sea of bliss. Way too quickly my balls tightened, ready to unleash after the euphoric buildup. “Willa, I’m too close. I can’t come before you.”

Air hissed from between my clenched teeth as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

“I already did,” she murmured, the question muffled and her eyes watering from the effort she was pouring into getting me off.

“That was more for me than you, and I still have plans for you. And I’m”—I expelled a sharp breath—“in charge.”

Willa ran her tongue along the underside of my arousal, tipping up her face to look at me as she did so. The lift at the corner of her mouth emphasized the wicked gleam in her eye.

Despite telling her she needed to stop, my entire body screeched out a complaint as she released me with a loud, lip-smacking pop. She wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed, bringing out an animalistic noise I didn’t even know I could make.

“Here’s the thing,” she said as she stroked me in her tight fist. “I’m sure you’re great at debating and taking care of things, and that you like winning.”

Pretty sure I nodded, although I was too dizzy to be sure.

“That’s all fine and well, but you’ve taken excellent care of me. You didn’t just break my dry spell; you showed me a higher level of pleasure than I knew was possible. You took care of me tonight, and I mean more than sexually. I can tell you take on a lot, so I don’t want you to look at this as losing this argument. Think of it as allowing someone to take care of you for a change.” Her lips parted. “I promise, it’ll still be a win for you.”

Before I could come up with a counterargument—honestly, even if I were coherent enough to attempt one, I doubted even I could sell it—Willa fed every inch of me into her magnificent mouth.

She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed out, and what choice did I have but to give in? I thrust against the roof of her mouth in a barbaric rhythm, infatuation and compulsion winning out. As soon as I finished, I’d repay her the pleasure, tenfold. “Fine. On this point, I’ll yield. But afterward”—I gave the strands twined around my fingers a jerk, basking in the way it brought her chin against my balls and sent goosebumps across her skin—“I’m going to show you that I’m still the one in control. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be forced to declare me your master.”

My orgasm slammed into me with the force of a missile bent on destruction. I rode it out, wave after wave, grunting and groaning until I’d emptied myself completely.

A trickle of my cum ran down her chin, and I bent, and wiped at it with my thumb. “Every last drop, Willa.”

Like the fiend I was turning her into, she sucked it clean. For all my talk about dominating her and being in charge, at that moment and regardless of her being the one down on her knees, all my wants and desires belonged to her.