10. Nolan
Chapter 10
Nolan
I ’m as hard as stone.
I was already close to being hard when I noticed her nipples poking through her top after my comment about watching TV in my underwear. But now I’m so hard it hurts, and I’m not about to let her get away with it.
The toilet flushes, and I walk back in without bothering to knock. Like it’s my right to do so, which it is not.
Bethany has maneuvered herself off the toilet and onto the chair placed in front of her vanity. She’s using it to help hold her up while she tries to wash her hands.
“Dammit, woman. Do you want to break a hip?” Approaching from behind, I steady her with my arm around her perfect waist, and gaze at her frowning reflection. “What?”
“I’m not helpless. If you would’ve grabbed my walker before storming out, I could’ve used it.” She pumps a handful of soap into one hand and begins washing them. “Short trips are the only time I’m allowed to use it. That’s why I still use the damn chair.”
I snag the hand towel from its spot and pass it to her. “You could’ve told me that.”
After drying her hands, she passes it back to me. “When? You didn’t give me a chance. You manhandled me the second we entered my bedroom and then acted like your ass was on fire when I dared to share I don’t wear panties.”
Her reminder makes my dick twitch. I know she felt it. Her ass is right up against the damn thing and her fucking skirt is just a thin layer of cotton. The twitch causes an immediate reaction to her nipples, making them perk up and press against her blouse. And in this light, it’s not just the diamond points I notice. Through the light-colored material, I can make out the dark circles of her areola.
“Fuck,” I growl. Even I’m shocked by how animalistic it sounds.
Bethany practically purrs in my arms. “This is a bad idea.”
She’s right, it is. But fuck if I care.
My hand on her waist gathers the material of her blouse until it meets warm, soft flesh. “Tell me you want this.”
Her head lobs back against my chest as she bites her bottom lip. While I wait for her response, I glide my thumb along her stomach, noticing the subtle tightening of her muscles beneath my touch.
“More than I should,” she whimpers. “But we need to discuss what this is before we act. I don’t do relationships.”
This isn’t a surprise to me, not really. While I process what she’s saying, I run my nose along the side of her neck, letting the scent of her captivate me. Her body molds to mine, surrendering to my touch, as she becomes putty in my hands.
“What does that mean, exactly?” My whisper is spoken like a secret into her ear, enjoying the heat of her skin against my face. “I don’t share.”
“Okay.” A sharp hiss escapes her lips. “I’m not into sharing either.”
“Funny woman. That’s not exactly what I meant.” Nibbling on her lobe, I savor the sound of her pleasure-filled gasps.
“I won’t sleep with anyone else. That’s not my thing. I don’t like labels or do long-term. I keep things casual and brief.” She clarifies while rubbing her ass against my erection.
That has me pressing her closer into me, my cock digging into the small of her back. “This will be just sex. Nothing more.”
My hand squeezes her waist, thinking maybe this is best. If she’s not into relationships, then we need to avoid emotional attachments. No strings. A good way to protect my heart from breaking again. Once was enough. I’d rather never go through that again.
Bethany reaches up, her fingers graze against my cheek, compelling me to meet her eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “You sure? I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I mean it when I say I don’t do relationships. You won’t change my mind. This is only temporary. It will have an end date somewhere in the near future. If you’re not okay with that, then walk away now. No hard feelings. We can still be friendly neighbors.”
Lifting her effortlessly, I spin her around and then lower her ass onto the vanity. Looking into her eyes, I agree to her terms. “When you’re done with me, all you have to do is say so. I’m a big boy. I can take it. I’ll walk away with no hard feelings. Now, are we doing this or not?”
Her fist grips my shirt, tugging me closer. “Shut up and show me just how big you are.”
Fucking hell. This woman knows how to unleash my inner caveman. Our lips meet as I move my hand from her back to gently cup her breasts, moving her blouse out of my way. They aren’t big, but they’re soft and fit perfectly in the palm of my hand.
I’m not gentle. Rougher than I would normally be. She seems to bring that side of me out as well.
Gentleness is meant for someone you care about, relationship sex, which we’ve decided isn’t what this is. What we’re doing is fucking, and nothing about that calls for gentleness. It’s rough and raw. The kind of sex you have when you need a release. And right now, we both need that.
Stepping back, I bring my hand around her throat and gently squeeze to ensure she stays put. “I don’t have a condom with me. So today will be all about your pleasure. Next time, you can make it up to me.”
She swallows hard, and because I’m squeezing her throat, I feel it against my palm. “There may be some in my drawer next to the bed.”
My hold tightens a little more. “I’m not using condoms you bought for someone else. They won’t work for me.” Each squeeze becomes more intense, leaving her breathless. “The last time I tried to use a condom not big enough for me, it was a disaster. Fucking thing wouldn’t stay on, didn’t fit right, and ended up splitting in half. I’m not going through that again. Plus, I’m not sure you’ve healed enough for me to be pounding into you. Your body is still recovering, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
The first time I get inside her, I want to drag it out, take my time. Today, our time is limited. Her sister could show up any minute and interrupt us. I wouldn’t even care. I’d tell her to leave and not come back until morning. But even that might not be enough time to fuck her out of my head and tame the raging beast inside me who hates the terms she slapped on what this is. I’ll accept her terms, but it doesn’t mean I have to like them. For months, the tension between us has been escalating, making it impossible for me to walk away.
I’m asking for trouble, I know. But that’s my problem, not hers, and I’ll deal with it when the time comes.
Her hand lands on my wrist, holding my grip on her throat firm. “Fine. But you better hurry, or I’m going to lift my skirt and touch myself to relieve the pressure.”
Swiftly, I raise her skirt with my other hand, revealing the enticing heat between her legs. “When I’m here, you aren’t allowed to touch yourself unless I say. Understand?”
The minx in front of me smirks. “Only if the same rule applies to you.”
I run my middle finger through her slick center and then shove three fingers inside her without warning. She moans as her body goes slack, but doesn’t let go of my wrist. Instead, her grip tightens as her inner muscles clamp down on the intrusion. Slowly pulling them out, I relish the sound of her mews before thrusting them back inside with more force.
“You like that?” I don’t know why I feel the need to ask. It’s clear she does by the way her cheeks flush, and her eyes dilate which each pump of my hand. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” her voice is breathy. “But I want to come with you. Slide closer so I can grab your cock and choke it like you’re choking me.”
I release her throat and step back, but don’t stop fucking her with my fingers. With one hand, I unsnap my shorts and lower the zipper. They fall from my waist and stop when they hit the floor. Her hands reach out and tugs my briefs over my erection just past my ass. Reaching under my t-shirt, she wraps a hand around my cock and squeezes while dragging me forward.
I can’t see her hand like I’d like, so I reach behind me, yank my shirt over my head, freeing it from my body. Tossing it, I glance down at her tight grip, pumping me with urgency, bringing me closer to the climax building inside. The desire to shove my cock in her pussy is strong, but I won’t because this is hot, and I want her to come all over my hand while I paint her stomach.
“You have a beautiful penis.” Bethany licks her lips while staring at it. “Next time, I want to suck on it while you fuck my mouth and pull my hair.”
I reach up and slide my fingers into her short hair and tug hard. “It’s not a penis. Men have cocks or dicks. Never call it that again unless you want me to show you the difference.”
The way her lips curl up should tell me she’s going to push me beyond my limits. “And how do you plan to do that? You hiding a second one I don’t know about?”
Shoving my cock harder into her fist while my fingers inside her press against her g-spot, I groan. “No. But you have one on your nightstand that’ll work. Maybe that’s why you’re confused. Your toys aren’t adequate enough to measure up, so you don’t understand the difference. It makes me wonder what types of men you’ve been fucking who’ve allowed you to call their cocks penises.”
Her only response is a throaty moan, which is for the best. The thought of her with any other man has me seeing red. I don’t like it at all. The only man I want her fucking is me. I’ll be the one she thinks about when she uses her vibrator later. The only one she’ll ever think about again.
I fuck her harder with my hand, this time using my thumb to stimulate her clit. Her pussy weeps all over my fingers, her arousal sweetening the air. The scent of her makes my cock swell more with each stroke of her hand, knowing I’ll never be able to jack off again without remembering how her hand felt wrapped around me.
“Are you close?” I draw her closer so I can kiss her lips. “I’m so close, but I don’t want to come before you.”
“I’m close.” She pants harder now, reacting to how my fingers drag along her walls.
With added pressure, her body convulses and her breathing hitches as she climaxes, leaving my hand coated with her orgasm. It’s like she can’t stop now that she’s started, and damn if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. As she tightens her grip around my cock, I explode, coating her belly in thick, white ropes of cum. I watch in awe as it slides down her skin and lands on my palm. The need to rub it all over her wet cunt is strong.
“My tubes are tied. I can’t get pregnant.” She pants out, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she watches intently. “I’m gonna assume you’re clean. That you’ve not been with anyone after Stephanie?”
My eyes lift to meet hers. “You’d be assuming right.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She leans back and looks down at where my cum slides further down her stomach. “Do it.”
There’s an intimacy to this that makes what we’re doing feel more than a casual hookup. But I’m not about to let that stop me. I withdraw my hand from her pussy and glide my fingers up her abdomen, gathering my cum and mixing it with hers. Once I’m satisfied, I drag it back down her stomach and over her center, smearing it everywhere. After that, I push some deep inside her as I mix them even more, creating a messy situation that I relish every second of.
“Now about that bath you said you wanted. I think now would be a good time to take one. You’re a beautiful mess, and I can’t allow you to go to bed like this.” Removing my finger from her, I glide my hand over her stomach, up her breast, her neck, and then to her mouth. “How do we taste?”
I wasn’t expecting her to open, but when she does, I shove my fingers inside her, and fuck if I’m not ready for round two. She sucks and moans around my fingers before I pull them out and bring them to my mouth to clean off what she missed. The way her eyes heat is all I need to see to know she’s as turned on as me.
“We make a tasty treat.” I lick my lips, the tangy flavor of us lingering on my tongue. “Can I join you in the bath?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Before I change my mind and carry her into the bedroom to fuck her, I step back and walk over to the tub. It’s bigger than most. We’ll be snug, but not as snug as in a regular-sized tub. I turn on the water and test the temperature before spinning to face her.
She’s staring at me. I can’t decipher her gaze, but I doubt it’s only lust I see in her eyes. Not that I’d ask her if she’s reconsidering our earlier conversation, because I don’t think that’s a good idea. She warned me I couldn’t change her mind, and I should take her word for it. Even if her eyes suggest otherwise.