15. Nash
CHAPTER 15
NASH
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I say against her mouth as we stumble into her hotel room. I lock the door behind us, so damn grateful she booked the room all for herself.
I didn’t want to share her tonight.
I didn’t want to have to take her in a hurry, constantly worried about a teammate coming back to the room and interrupting us.
Did we have free access to each other all the time at home? Yes.
Did it change how badly I wanted that here? No.
“I always think about you,” she says, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
Her words fill my chest, working hard to erase the doubts I’ve been struggling with for too long.
She gets the buttons undone, spreading the fabric to slide her hands over my skin. I step back enough to trail my eyes up and down her body.
“What is it?” she asks, glancing down at herself.
“Just admiring that dress on your body,” I say, dipping down to glide my hands beneath the layers of light fabric. “Because it’s going to be on the floor soon.”
Her smile does things to my soul, and my mouth is back on hers in seconds flat. God, I love kissing this woman. Love the way she parts those gorgeous lips for me, allowing me to slide in and lick and tease and taste her. Love the way she meets my pace, the way she touches me in a starved way.
My fingers splay on her luscious legs as I break our kiss, holding her gaze as I bend to tease her between her thighs.
“You look exquisite,” I say, watching her lips part as I tease her over the lace she wears. “Turn around,” I say, stepping back so she can.
She does, and I find her zipper, slowly inching it down, following the motion with my mouth as I trail it along her spine. She arches into the touch, her ass grazing my dick, and fire streaks beneath my skin.
“Nash,” she says as she steps out of the dress, the thing whispering to the floor while she kicks off her pumps.
“Damn,” I groan at the sight of her. She’s wearing a matching lace set, her panties barely covering her luscious ass. I smooth my hand along it, my other hand coming around her and dragging up through her cleavage, pausing gently on her throat.
Reese gasps, her pulse fluttering beneath my light hold.
I kiss her neck, gliding my hand from her ass to around her hip, dipping between her thighs, her spine pressed against my chest. “You’re so fucking sexy, Reese,” I whisper into her ear. “You feel what you do to me?”
I thrust my hips against her ass where it presses tightly against my aching cock. The motion has her rocking forward slightly, but I hold her there, gently at her throat, more firmly between her thighs.
“God, Nash,” she says, reaching up from behind to grip the hair at the base of my neck. “I need you.”
I grin as she tugs my head down as she looks over her shoulder, her greedy mouth meeting mine in a demanding kiss.
“I can feel that,” I say, using the damp lace of her panties to tease her clit.
She shivers, rocking into my touch as she drops her hand from my hair to grip my forearm as I continue to tease her.
I squeeze her throat just a little, a silent demand to give me her mouth again. And fuck me, she does. She turns her head and welcomes me in as I continue to play with her.
She rolls her hips, rocking her ass against my cock in a way that has my knees wanting to buckle. I’m so ready to sink inside her it hurts, but I’m having too much fun simply enjoying this.
I can’t get enough of her. Her laugh, her smile, her mind, her pleasure. I’ll never be satiated.
Reese moves against me, more demanding as I tease her. I smile against her lips, drawing away from our kiss to look down at her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, covered in lace, my hands all over her. I slip the lace to the side, dragging two fingers from her slick center and circling them around her clit.
“Nash,” she breathes my name, rocking into my touch, the motion grinding against me at the same time.
“Reese,” I echo her, dipping my fingers into her hot, wet pussy, bolts of pleasure shooting through my body at the feel of her.
“God, your hands,” she says, gripping my forearm with one hand and reaching up to smooth over the one at her neck.
I give her another squeeze there. “You like that?” I ask, plunging my fingers inside her at the same time, curling them before pulling out to circle her swollen clit again.
“Yes,” she gasps, pressing back against me. “You like it too,” she says, looking up and over her shoulder at me, green eyes lust-ridden. “You like me like this?” she rocks against me for emphasis.
I groan, every muscle in my body flexing in an attempt not to come from that alone.
“I like you every way I can have you.” I dip down, kissing her again as I pump my fingers into her.
She whimpers against my kiss, riding my hand while also working me up at the same time. It’s fucking electric and I’m practically high off of it.
“Nash,” she gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her grip intensifies on my arm.
I grip her throat tighter, just enough pressure to remind her it’s there, not enough to hurt as I pump and circle her clit, dragging out her pleasure as much as I can before she cries out, gasping as she comes on my fingers.
I’m a fucking puddle for her, aching and hot as hell as I watch her come, as I work her through the tail ends of it before gently releasing her. I undo my pants, kicking them and my boxer-briefs to the side.
She turns to face me, undoing her bra and letting it and her panties fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” I say, eyes greedily taking her in. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be able to be with her like this.
And I want to keep being with her like this.
I walk her back to the bed, kissing her as we climb atop it. I smooth my hands over her body, taking my time to worship the curves I can’t get enough of. “Reese,” I say, kissing my way up her thigh, over her hip, before lingering on her delicious breasts.
Her fingers are in my hair, along the line of my jaw, everywhere she can reach. “Nash,” she says.
I shift above her, settling between her thighs but making no move to tease her. I’m wired so damn tight right now, I’ll ignite with one graze against her.
She kisses me the second she can reach my lips, and I groan against the way her body feels against mine.
“Condom,” I mutter against her lips, moving to grab my pants I left on the floor.
She draws me back, shaking her head. “I don’t want one,” she says, looking up at me, eyes open and vulnerable in a way that makes my heart clench.
“I’m on birth control,” she continues. “And I shared my latest checkup with you last week.”
I’d shared mine with her too, just in case she ever wanted me in this way, but still, I needed to make sure she was certain.
“Are you sure?” I ask, bending down to kiss her again.
She reaches between us, squeezing my cock and gliding it through her wetness, teasing us both. I groan, my body flexing against the need to sink into her.
“I’m sure,” she says. “If you want me like this.”
I hold her gaze, smoothing some hair back from her face. “I want you every way,” I say.
She smiles, her lips parting as she continues to tease us, dragging my hard cock up and down her slick center.
“Please, Nash,” she says, arching her hips off the bed, taking me in an inch.
“Fuck,” I groan, holding myself as still as possible.
“Nash, please,” she says again, and I let go, sliding into her inch by glorious inch.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, shaking slightly as I sink in to the hilt. She’s hot, wet silk around my cock, nothing between us. “You feel so damn good.”
“God, you do too,” she says, arching her hips again, grinding against me in a way that has us both gasping.
I slowly drag my cock out of her before plunging in again, lifting up enough so that I can look down at her. She looks so fucking perfect, all splayed beneath me, lips swollen from my kiss and hair messy from my fingers, her lips parted in pleasure as I fuck her.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and her eyes meet mine.
She whimpers as I continue pumping inside her, feeling every delicious inch of her surrounding me with nothing between us. She shakes her head, and I swear I can feel my heart crash into my stomach.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore, either,” she says, and that quickly my heart is flying again. “But…” She gasps, her hands flying to my back as I thrust into her. “What does that mean?”
I groan when her nails dig into my back. “We don’t need all the answers now,” I manage to say even though it’s hard to concentrate on anything beyond how amazing she feels. I slip an arm underneath her lower back, shifting us so she’s straddling me and I’m on my knees. Her arms fly around my neck, and our mouths are a breath apart.
“I just want to know you’re mine,” I say, kissing her quickly, holding her steady against me, the feel of her pulsing pussy making it so damn hard not to move.
“ Yours ,” she breathes the word, and it snaps my self-control.
I claim her mouth, my hands falling to her hips as I thrust into her, fast and hard and demanding. She meets every thrust with her own leverage, slamming down on me as hard as I’m pumping into her. It’s a ruthless, beautiful rhythm as we drive each other to the edge.
“Ohmigod,” she says, throwing her head back as she gasps, clinging to me as she rides my cock. “ Nash .”
I can feel her silken walls tighten around me, feel her pussy flutter as she chases her release, and it’s fucking everything I’ve ever wanted.
Her pleasure, her happiness, her heart. I want it all .
I want her in every way another human can want someone.
And she wants me too.
That’s all I could ever ask for.
“ Fuck ,” I groan as her thighs clench around me, her gasps coming in short bursts as she bucks against me harder, crying out my name as she unravels above me.
I come with her, blacking out for a few seconds as I spill into her, my body convulsing as I hold her tight.
Our breathing slows, and she’s smiling, kissing my lips, my jaw, and back again. Slowly, we disconnect, and I hurry into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and coming back to clean her up. She lets me, and I swear I’m on cloud fucking nine at her letting me take care of her.
We slide under the sheets, Reese taking up her spot on my chest as we settle into a post-bliss night. I run my fingers through her hair as she looks up at me. There aren’t any words, just pure contentment as we hold each other.
And for the first time in months, I fall asleep knowing I don’t have to worry about faking it any longer.