17. Nolan
Chapter 17
Nolan
I don’t need to be told twice. Fighting this attraction isn’t doing either of us any good. I need to get inside her because my hand isn’t cutting it. No matter how many times I try to relieve myself in the shower, it never satisfies the desire she has aroused.
Encouraging her to slide forward with my hands on her perfect ass, I hesitate only for a second. “You sure this is what you want? Something you’ve wanted since I gave you that orgasm weeks ago? No other reason?”
“This is what I want, what I’ve wanted since that afternoon, yes. Probably longer, if I’m being completely honest.” Bethany runs her nails along my jawline, letting her brown eyes express she’s not lying. “Please, Nolan. Don’t make me ask you again. And you should only do this if it’s also something you want.”
Dropping my forehead to touch hers, I groan as the need burns through me. “I want you so bad it hurts. Now, wrap your legs around me. Is that okay, or should I carry you like I did earlier?”
When Bethany’s legs wrap around the back of my thighs, a surge of desire courses through me. “We’ll call it PT. A little pain now will be easily forgotten once we cross the finish line. It’s a good thing I have a tall bed frame to keep me from needing to be bendy. You may have to help me.” With a grin, she lowers her lips to my ear. “My muscles are a little tight, haven’t been stretched like that for several months. Nearing forty, I find I require a warm-up before certain activities. You can help me with that, right?”
“Damn straight.” As I pick her up, her skirt bunches between us and I moan. Spinning us around so we can head inside, I close her door with my backside. I’ll come back later to grab her walker. She won’t need it until after I leave.
“When will the boys be home?”
I don’t want to scar them or have to stop while in the middle of fucking her brains out.
Bethany’s lips curve into a smirk. “Finn won’t be home until after nine. Felix sent me a text and said he’s going to his friends to study and will be home closer to ten. We’ve got a few hours before needing to worry about them. We won’t get caught.”
When we get to her front door, I use the wall next to it to help support her while I dig out my keys and open the door. “I’m not hiding us from anyone, clearly. We’re likely to be tomorrow’s neighborhood gossip after this little show, but I also don’t want the boys to hear you screaming my name if I can help it. At least not yet, not until they understand we’re…” I don’t want to overstep, but I want to give this some label.
“Involved.” She finishes for me and then adds, “I think they may already suspect that if we aren’t yet, we soon will be. So, they shouldn’t act weird around you.”
I’m not a fan of the involved label, but for now I’ll take it. Baby steps. That’s what she’ll need as this thing develops between us. A topic for another day.
Once we’re inside and the door is closed, I carry Bethany to her bedroom and put her gently on the bed. She’s right about her high bed frame. It’s the perfect height for this. This could actually work in our favor.
“Don’t move,” I tell her as I take a step back.
My eyes scan over her, lingering on the curve of her smile and the way it lights up her face. She’s still wearing the same long dress she had on earlier. I’ve noticed Bethany loves long dresses, or maybe it’s a skirt. I don’t care what you call them. All I know is that I love them.
I reach for the top button of my shirt and undo it. “Are you wearing panties?”
She shakes her head while watching me with hungry eyes. “We’ve had this discussion before. I never wear them.”
My dick twitches behind my zipper, making me growl. “Lift your skirt and show me.”
The woman is a tease and does it at a torturously slow pace. Every fiber of my being is resisting the impulse to walk over and do it myself. As she collects the material using her fingers, I patiently wait and remove my shirt. Her bare thighs have me licking my lips. The thought of burying my head between her legs under that skirt is so tempting.
One day goals.
As I shove my shirt over my shoulders, Bethany pauses, her breathing growing faster. It’s good to know we’re both on the verge here. I’m pretty sure when I finally touch her, I won’t be able to slow down. This first time will be a fast, hard, rough fuck. I’ll take my time next round, but right now I need to claim her and make her feel a passion unlike any she’s known before.
“Focus. I’m curious to see how wet you are because of me.” As her hands lift the skirt over her hips, my fingers fumble with the snap of my jeans, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight of her throbbing clit and glistening cunt. “Jesus. Run a finger through your sexy pussy lips and gather your sweet honey. Show it to me before you suck it off your fingers.”
One thing I’ve learned about Bethany is she’s not shy. The woman is probably more experienced than I am. And I have no issue with that whatsoever. It means I don’t have to take things slow. We can skip the vanilla sex and go straight into the kinky stuff that in the past has taken time to build up to.
Biting her lip, she spreads her legs a little more, dragging her finger through her wet cunt, then dips it inside to her second knuckle before retreating. While she moves her finger around her clit, her eyes flutter, and a soft whimper escapes before she lifts her hand, giving me a peek. Pre-cum covers her finger. I lick my lips, anticipating getting a chance to taste it again soon. When I nod, she brings it to her lips, flicks her tongue out to clean it, and then sucks the finger into her mouth before slowly pulling back.
Fuck. Me.
“Focus, Nolan.” Playfully, she lets her hand wander back to her pussy. “Get your pants off so you can fuck me with that big, beautiful cock of yours.”
I’m like a teenage boy who can’t get out of his clothes fast enough that first time. Trying to multitask, I yank the zipper down while clumsily attempting to step out of my pants. I pause to remove my shoes first, ensuring I don’t accidentally trip myself before getting out of my jeans. Her giggles over my clumsiness provokes me to grab her wrist and move it aside, allowing me to fulfill my long-held desire to eat her out.
“Nolan,” she moans my name, her grip on my hair tightening with each tug. “Oh god.”
With a low, throaty growl, I teasingly bite her clit. “Not god. Just me.”
“More.” With a firm grip, she pushes my face into her, grinding her hips in a circular motion. “Yes. More.”
I love how she’s not afraid to give orders. My obedience to each one is a heartfelt expression of thanks.
I lick.
She moans.
I suck.
She twitches.
I nip.
She explodes.
I savor.
“So sweet.” Before getting up, I leave a soft kiss on the inside of her leg. “Now let’s get these clothes off of you. I want to play with your tits while I fuck you.”
Bethany unbuttons her shirt and lets it fall open, revealing she’s not wearing a bra. When she starts to shove it over her shoulders, I stop her by capturing her wrist and placing my other hand on her back. “What?”
“Change of plans. I want you just like this.” My eyes devour every curve of her body, lingering on her smile. Her clothes are in disarray, exposing only the sexy parts. “You look so fucking naughty. I’ve had a few fantasies about this while watching you tending to your flowers. Thought about dragging you someplace hidden just so I could fuck you.”
Bending, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard. She moans and arches her back, making me suck harder. With just the right amount of pressure, I clamp down to get them to full points, eliciting a gasp from her.
Gasping for air, she forces out my name. “Nolan. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
I drag her hips to the edge of the bed and line my cock up to her entrance. Eyes on her, I circle her clit, letting her coat the head, before dragging it back and pushing just the tip inside. The heat of her has my dick releasing out a long stream of pre-cum inside her. By the time I’m done, she’ll be so full, my cum will drip out of her, coating the bed with our mixed releases.
“You ready?” I yank her into my arms, her rapid heartbeat a drum against my chest. “This won’t be slow or easy. I’m going to fuck you hard. If you need me to take it slower I will, but?—”
Bethany digs her long, sharp nails into my arm, leaving crescent-shaped indentations. “Fuck me. Show me.”
I drive into her like a machine. There’s no easing into this. I thrust hard and fast, the intensity building with each movement. Slamming into her with so much force, her bed moves, the headboard bouncing against the wall. The deeper I go, the tighter her grip becomes. I don’t give her the chance to catch her breath as the tip of my cock hits that spot deep within her, leaving her gasping for air. My plan is to ruin her for any man who may come after me while she holds on tightly.
Despite the burn in my thighs from this angle and force, I push through without giving up. When I feel her slipping, my grip tightens, and I push onward, ignoring the strain, determined not to stop. When she goes limp in my arms, I lower her body onto the bed. Ignoring her flaring arms as she reaches for the comforter and her grip tightens, I refuse to stop.
My hands firmly grasp her hips, feeling the heat of her body. The rhythmic pressure of my fingers into her flesh continues, a prelude to the colorful tapestry of bruises that will soon mark her.
When I reach my breaking point, I reposition my hand, ensuring that my thumb presses firmly against her clit. It sends her over the edge again, for what I believe is the fifth time since we walked into her room. This one is harder. Witnessing her momentary loss of consciousness from how powerful this one hits, I finally give in. After climbing on top of her, I thrust three more times before pausing, experiencing the sensation of my body twitching and releasing inside her.
Not just my cum, but everything I’ve held back after my wife died. And I know right then that I’m in trouble if she ever ends this, because I’m pretty sure I won’t survive losing someone else.