9. Nash
CHAPTER 9
NASH
My hands tunnel in Reese’s hair as I claim her mouth, her declaration about not wanting the night to end snapping the tether I’d held myself on all night.
“Tell me to stop,” I say against her mouth even as we’re awkwardly climbing the stairs to her apartment, unable to stop touching each other.
She breaks our kiss only long enough to open her door. “Do you want to stop?”
I hate that she looks like she really doesn’t know. Like she doesn’t have a clue how I feel about her.
“No,” I say. “But I don’t want to push you?—”
“Get in here,” she cuts me off, gripping my shirt and hauling me inside. She closes the door behind her, and I have her back in my arms in seconds.
“Fuck, Reese,” I groan as she reaches up on her tiptoes, drawing me the rest of the way so she can kiss me.
It’s hot and wet and fucking electric. I have dreams about her kiss, her body, her laugh.
I glide my hands down her body, relishing the feel of her beneath my fingers before I lift her up. She locks her ankles around my back, never breaking our kiss.
I suck on her bottom lip, and she whimpers, that sound flooding my body with pure pleasure. Fuck me, I might just come from kissing her.
Pulling back enough to catch her gaze, I smile at her. “Bedroom or couch?” I ask, nodding to the couch in her living room a few feet away.
“Does it matter?” she asks, her lips swollen from my kiss.
I nod. “Couch is just foreplay,” I say. “I won’t fuck you there for our first time. I need a bed to do the things I’ve been fantasizing about?—”
“Bedroom!” she cuts me off so quickly I laugh.
“Are you sure?”
“God, Nash, yes .” Her mouth slants over mine, and I groan as I spin us, heading down the hallway and the bedroom I remember from New Year’s Eve when I dropped her off.
I set her on her feet when we make it inside, and she immediately tugs off her boots before going for my shirt. I lift my arms, and she pulls it over my head, stepping back as her eyes drink in my body.
“How are you even real?” she asks, shaking her head.
I grin, pure male pride flowing through me at her appreciation. I reach for her, bringing our bodies flush. “Are you saying I’m your biggest fantasy?”
Her laugh booms through her, and it only makes my smile grow wider.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she teases, her fingers exploring my bare chest. “You don’t get nervous about anything, do you?”
I swallow hard, dipping down to kiss her quickly. “Not true,” I say, pulling back. “I’m nervous right now.”
She looks up at me, unbelieving. “You are not.”
I nod. “I am.”
“Why?”
I shrug, my hands toying with the hem of her sweater. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you, Reese,” I admit.
Her lips part, those gorgeous pale green eyes locking with mine in surprise. “I want you too,” she says. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit.”
I smirk at that, appreciating the two of us getting back to lighter ground. “How long?” I ask as she lifts her arms, allowing me to pull her sweater off. She hurries to slide her leggings off, and I do the same with my pants.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful in a matching pair of underwear the same color as her eyes, her long brown hair slightly messy from my fingers, her curves begging to be touched, and her perfect breasts threatening to spill from the cups of her bra.
“Long,” she answers, and it takes me a second to remember I asked her a question.
I step up to her, filling my hands with her hips as I dip down to kiss her again. “Tell me,” I demand.
She reaches up to kiss me again, but I pull just out of reach.
“Tell me.”
She lets out a frustrated huff, arching a brow at me as she reaches between us, stroking my hard cock over my boxer briefs. I jolt at the way she grips me, thrusting into her hand.
“Fuck,” I groan, then smirk down at her. “Still want you to tell me.”
She grips me harder, and I bend down, kissing her, parting her lips with my tongue as I plunge in. She whimpers, her grip loosening slightly as she gets lost in our kiss. I run my hands over her, palming her breasts. I pull back, sighing contentedly as I massage them.
“I fucking love your breasts,” I say, tugging down the lace of her bra to expose her nipple. I bend, sucking it into my mouth with a deep pull.
She arches into me, stroking me in slow, teasing grazes as I roll my tongue over her peaked nipple.
“Nash,” she whispers, moaning a little as I give her other breast the same treatment.
I shift us, gently guiding her to the bed until she’s laying on it, then I’m climbing over her. I kiss her mouth quickly, then the line of her jaw, then down her neck and over her collarbone, taking my time admiring and adoring every single inch of her.
I make my way over her rosy, pert nipples, and lower, kissing over her hips and the tops of her thighs.
Reese wiggles beneath me, so reactive to every touch or kiss, and she arches off the bed as I tease my lips over the lace between her thighs.
I smile, looking up her body to catch her gaze. “This where you want me?” I ask, lightly trailing a finger down her covered center.
“God, yes,” she gasps.
“You want my mouth on you again?” I ask, just barely touching the lace with my mouth, my warm breath flooding the area.
“Yes, please, Nash.”
I grin at the ache in her voice. It matches the pain I feel in my cock, hard and desperate to sink into her.
“Then you better tell me how long you’ve wanted me in your bed,” I say, and her eyes flare wide.
“Seriously?” she gasps as I continue to play with her.
“Yes,” I say. “I want to know.”
“God, you’re infuriating.”
“You don’t mean that,” I say, sliding my fingers beneath the lace, teasing her just outside of her wet pussy. I lean up, still stroking everywhere but inside her, and kiss her. She gasps, arching into my touch, desperate to get any piece of me she can.
It’s fucking hot as hell, and I can’t help myself despite the little game I’ve started.
I plunge two fingers into her slick center, pumping them twice before dragging them out and swirling her wetness around her clit.
“ Nash .” She says my name with relief and need, and it shoots straight to my dick.
I lean down again, kissing her as I repeat the motion, pumping into her before quickly pulling out and teasing her swollen clit. “Come on,” I whisper against her lips. “Tell me.”
I curl my fingers inside her, slipping my tongue into her mouth and kissing her the same way I plan to kiss between her thighs in a minute.
“Nash,” she groans, arching into my hand. “Please.”
“You want to come, Reese?”
“Yes,” she says, her breath ragged as I circle her clit.
“Then give me what I want.” I increase my pace, knowing full well I’m going to make her come regardless if she gives into the game. Fuck, I’m about to come just from playing with her, and we’re only getting started.
She kisses me, sucking on my bottom lip so hard it makes my dick twitch. “Since the first time I watched you play,” she admits on a breath, and shock blasts through me.
“That was three years ago,” I say, but it sounds more like a question.
She nods, and I increase my pace, plunging my fingers in and out of her, watching her face as her lips part. Her thighs clench, and she tightens around my fingers, so I press my thumb against her clit and watch her unravel for me.
Her hands fly to my arms, squeezing as she comes on my fingers, her little moans of pleasure hardening me to the point of pain.
“Mmm,” I say, gently pulling out and kissing her quickly before I shift on the bed again, kissing my way down her body. “You’re telling me I could’ve been enjoying all of you back then?”
I hook my fingers in her underwear, tugging them all the way down and tossing them behind me.
“You weren’t looking at me then,” she says.
“I saw you with Monroe whenever she was around Pax,” I argue, spreading her thighs. “I was looking at you. You just didn’t notice.”
I dip my head before she can respond, licking through her heat in one long, slow lap.
She arches into my face, her fingers flying to my hair so fast I smile against her. “This brings back memories,” I say, licking her again.
“Yes,” she says, breathless. “You’re not going to leave me like last time, are you?”
I pause, turning my head to kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh, then look up her body at her. I shake my head, holding her gaze as I drag my tongue through her glistening heat again. She trembles around me but doesn’t break our stare. “I have zero interests outside of making you come so many times you won’t be able to take a step without feeling me.”
Her eyes go molten at the promise I make, and I unleash myself on her, plunging my tongue inside her slick heat, pulling out to tease her needy clit before doing it all over again. And fuck me, she holds on to my hair, rocking into my face with abandon, chasing that high in the sexiest way. Pleasure drenches my body, tightening beneath my skin with every delicious taste of her.
“Nash,” she breathes my name again and her thighs clench on either side of my face.
I hold the pace, not daring to switch up a damn thing as I can feel her tightening around me, clenching on my tongue as she rocks up into my mouth. I flick my tongue up, sucking her clit, hard?—
“Ohmigod!” she cries out, her body trembling as she comes again. I work her through throes of it, only moving when her body relaxes, and she sighs that little contented sigh that keeps doing things to my heart.
I lick my lips, shifting between her thighs so that I’m on my knees there, gliding my hands down her raised legs as I drink her body in.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, shaking my head because it’s sort of hard to believe. She knows I’m not a stranger to sex, but this…this is world-shaking.
“Look at you,” she says, her voice light and soft. “You’re perfect.”
I grin, bending over her to kiss her, the motion lining us up perfectly. She shivers when my head glides against her wetness.
“God, Nash,” she says. “I’ve never…this is…you are…”
“Too much?” I ask, reaching between us, clutching my cock and dragging it up and down her slit.
“Never,” she says, arching into the way I’m teasing her.
“You still want this?”
“I want you more than anything,” she says, her eyes widening a bit like she didn’t mean to say it out loud.
I kiss her quickly, then hop off the bed, grabbing the condom I brought.
“Here,” she says, sitting up and reaching for the condom.
Shock has me going statue still as she takes it from me, opening it and rolling it onto my cock. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and the second she has it on, I’m shifting her beneath me, settling myself between her thighs.
I slide in an inch, holding her gaze to watch for any signs that she’s changed her mind.
Reese spreads her thighs wider in a submissive move that has a tremor rolling down my spine.
“Nash, please,” she says, arching up to take me in another inch.
Fuck me, I thrust into her, her tight walls hugging my cock like a hot, silken vise as I sink in to the hilt. My jaw clenches as I hold myself there, gently rolling my hips to let her adjust to my size.
She wraps her legs around my back, urging me to move .
Pure pleasure fills my body at the silent demand, and I pull out slowly before sliding back in again.
“God, you feel so good,” she says, her hands roaming over my back, her thighs clenching my hips.
I groan, pulling out and thrusting in a little faster this time, every instinct in my body urging me to go harder.
“You feel like silk,” I say, gliding into her. “Like hot fucking silk.”
She trembles beneath me, reaching up to kiss me. “Harder,” she demands.
“Like this?” I ask, pumping into her with a good, hard stroke.
“God, yes,” she says. “Do that again.”
I fucking do.
Over and over, I pound into her, shifting so I can slip one arm beneath her lower back, the other braced by her head to keep me from crushing her. I rock my hips, thrusting into her, moaning every time she arches up to meet me, the crash of our bodies feeling like pure ecstasy.
I slant my mouth over hers, and she opens for me, her tongue meeting mine in the desperate way our bodies are coming together. It’s a need like no other, chasing this pleasure as both of us careen toward the edge.
“Nash,” she breathes my name against my mouth, and I pull back to look down at her. “Ohmigod, Nash. I’m…I’m…”
Her body tenses around mine, her pussy fluttering around my cock in a way that sends me flying right alongside her.
“I’m coming,” she finishes her almost incoherent sentence, and it’s the last pull on the thread of my self-control.
I lose myself inside of her, pumping hard and fast as I draw out her orgasm and come with her, our bodies shivering and convulsing as I hold onto her through the aftershocks.
“Okay,” she breathes, a little blissful smile on her lips as she nods. “Okay, you were right.”
“Say that again,” I say, grinning down at her.
“You were right,” she says.
“About?”
“You really are a fantasy.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I lean down to kiss her, slowly this time. “You’re the dream,” I say. “I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to have a cameo in it.”