20. Bethany
Chapter 20
Bethany
W e walk into the nicest suite I’ve ever seen, and my heart beats a little faster. “Is this Troy guy rich?”
“His family is rich.” Nolan rolls my bag down the hall to where I assume the bedroom is. “He’s not.”
Stepping further inside, I mosey over to the open French doors using my cane—I hate this damn thing—and onto the screened-in porch. I’ve lived in Savannah for several years and have never ventured up to Palmetto Bluff.
The view is breathtaking.
This isn’t a hotel suite. It’s a private cottage that looks out over the river with a lush green lawn and palm trees. The perfect escape from the world.
Tension from the last few months dissolves with each deep breath.
Nolan’s strong arms encircle me, his body heat a welcome comfort pressing against my back, his presence a silent surprise.
“It’s nice. I’m not surprised. The condo he insisted they live in was over the top. When the fucker moved out, he told her he couldn’t afford to keep paying his part of the rent. Cora refused to tell his parents. I’m almost positive they were the ones forking the bill, but my sister isn’t one to take handouts.”
The salty air, thick with the scent of the ocean, blows in as I lean back into him. It’s cooler now that fall is approaching, and it’s a pleasant change from the summer heat.
“So, what’s she going to do?”
“Move in with Rylee. It’s one of the first things I’m doing next week while I’m off. I don’t want my sister coming back from her trip and forced to deal with his shit.” His chin rests gently on my head, his presence warm and reassuring as we stand close, the intimacy of the moment palpable. “I really hope this trip does her more good than harm. I’m so tired of seeing her torn up over a selfish prick who was never good enough for her to begin with.”
“This is where they were getting married, isn’t it?”
I feel the slight bobbing motion as he nods his head.
“Probably best we came instead of her. She’s going to be fine, Nolan. Breakups aren’t easy, especially when you thought it was your person. Your sister’s young. She’ll bounce back and by this time next year will have moved on. Maybe with someone deserving of all she has to offer.”
“I hope you’re right.” With a playful twirl, he turns me to face him, the cane slipping from my hand with a soft thud. “Enough talk about my sister. We’re here to have fun. What do you want to do first?”
“You.”
His pupils dilate at my words. Before I can register what he’s about to do, I’m tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
I can’t help but laugh. “Put me down.”
“Nope.” He smacks my ass as he carries me back inside and marches to where he dragged our luggage. “I believe this is one of your many fantasies I plan on fulfilling this weekend. This is a fireman’s hold. It’s the easiest way to carry a person allowing us to use our free arm.” He smacks my ass again. “Without obstructing our view.”
“Do all your rescues get their ass slapped?” I giggle and am rewarded with a third slap.
“No.”
“That sucks for them. It adds to the experience.” A squeal escapes me during my aerial flight, before landing softly on my back with a bounce.
And here I thought the view outside was breathtaking. This man looming over me takes my breath away for so many other reasons.
“Have you ever seen the movie Backdraft ?” I reach up and run my fingers along his scruffy jaw.
“Probably. But I don’t know for sure. Why?” He reaches down and begins unbuttoning my blouse.
When his rough fingers touch my breast, I get butterflies in my stomach. “Because there’s this scene where the girl asks one brother to show him his truck and they end up getting naked on top of the hoses.”
“I remember it now. Not the best idea. Most are divided into beds with metal walls separating them. And those that aren’t are usually covered with something to protect them when not in use.” Opening my blouse, he leans forward. “Plus, you really don’t want to have sex in a fire station. Not a lot of privacy.”
His lips brush against the lace of my bra, making my nipples hard. “Unless you have a thing for public sex. Like people watching and hearing you scream. Is that something you like?”
“Not really. Does that surprise you?” I grab the bottom of his t-shirt and pull it up. “Take this off so I can admire your body.”
Before removing his shirt, he answers my question. “No. You may not be a saint, but you’ve always come across as a woman who appreciates her privacy.”
With one more kiss to the top of my chest, he steps back and yanks his dark t-shirt over his head. It’s one of those moves that is so hot it makes my mouth water. I’m not sure why, but I’m ninety percent certain most women would agree with me. Once he tosses it aside, I’m blessed with a view that should be framed and hung in an art museum.
“You’re staring,” he growls, reaching down to release the button on his jeans and slides the zipper open. “Keep it up and I’ll make you suck my cock.”
I lick my lips, liking the idea. “Was that supposed to be a threat?”
“It was a promise.” As he lowers his jeans, I’m surprised to see he’s not wearing underwear.
“When did you forgo underwear?” I reach out and take his big, beautiful cock in my hand. It’s the most attractive one I’ve had the pleasure of holding. The velvety smooth skin against my palm is accentuated by the thick, rigid veins running along his shaft. The healthy pink tip opens as if to wink at me before releasing a bead of pre-cum.
“It was one less thing to take off. Seemed silly to dirty up a pair when I knew they’d only be on long enough to drive here.” With a sigh, he puts his hands on his hips and stares down at me. “You’re overdressed.”
I sit up, but I don’t release his cock. Instead, I hold on, tugging him closer so my lips are only inches from the tip when I peek up at him. “Just a taste.” My tongue darts out and I hum at the saltiness that tantalizes my tastebuds. “Delicious.”
“Stop fucking around and get naked,” he orders, but then presses the tip of his cock against my lips, encouraging me to open. “Do it while you suck me off.”
I feel the weight of his hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place. Then his hips pump in and out while I shrug off my top and reach behind me to undo my bra. Each time he retreats, I hum with pleasure as I draw him back in, savoring the sensation of pressing him against the roof of my mouth.
“God, you are so fucking good at that.” His hands, cool and rough, glide to the sides of my head, tilting my head back slowly, exposing the vulnerable pulse at my neck. “Take me as deep as you can.”
In one swift move, I wriggle out of my skirt, feeling instantly relieved as it falls to the floor. Once I’m done, I get comfortable on the edge of the bed and place my hands on the back of his thighs to steady myself. Inhaling deeply, I prepare to take him further into my mouth by relaxing my throat. It’s not something I do a lot—deep throating. Not anymore, but I used to really impress the college guys by how good I gave head. Probably not something to be known for, but whatever.
I’m comfortable with my sexuality. I’ve always believed what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Why should it be okay for a guy to sleep around, but not okay for a girl? Those guys have to be sleeping with someone, and unless they’re gay or bi, they’re bedding lots of ladies. I refused to let anyone call me a slut or shame me for doing the same.
I liked sex. I still very much like sex.
I especially like sex with the man standing in front of me, doing his best to control his urge to not fuck my mouth. His thigh muscles are tense, indicating he’s restraining himself, waiting for me to signal my consent so he can give me what he desires.
Tears pierce the edges of my eyes as I swallow more of him and hum. My eyes lock with his and I roll them back as I tap his leg. While guiding my mouth along his shaft, he gently pulls on the short strands of my hair. His thrust and speed increase, forcing me to focus so I don’t choke. My only warning is the sudden yank on my hair as he plunges his cock to the hilt, pouring hot liquid down my throat as the pulsating veins throb against my tongue.
“Fuck.” His fingers loosen their grip, and I pull free, the sudden release leaving me breathless. “Fuck. My turn.”
Before I can even gasp for air, he swiftly pins me down, nestling his head between my legs. My thighs instinctively tighten against him, squeezing his head while he sucks my clit and fucks me with his callused fingers. It’s the fastest I’ve orgasmed after giving a man head. The sensations intensify as my core spasms involuntarily, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. The anticipation builds deep inside me. I know it won’t be long before I experience a powerful release.
It’s not a common thing. The last time was with a man who enjoyed withholding pleasure, driving me to the edge repeatedly. We had fun while it lasted, but we didn’t fit outside the bedroom. And the sex, where he didn’t edge me, wasn’t great. After a short week of mind-numbing orgasms, I ended things.
“Nolan,” I tap his head.
He releases my clit long enough to say, “Let go, baby.”
Not knowing any other way to say this, I just tell him. “I’m going to squirt if you keep doing that. And once I start, I can’t stop.”
The feel of his smirk against my core intensifies as he expertly circles my clit with his tongue and slides in a third finger. His eyes lock with mine as he sucks so hard my hips lift, my toes curl, and I’m forced to let go. And true to my word, I squirt, not once, but multiple times while he stimulates my g-spot to keep me from coming down while he sucks each drop into his mouth and swallows.
God, watching him is so fucking hot. I’d tell him if I could speak, but my nerves are on pins and needles and speaking when I’m like this is impossible.
He releases me long enough to crawl up my body. “Now do that again, but this time on my cock.”
I’m about to tell him I can’t, that I’ve never done it outside of oral stimulation. But I don’t get the chance. Because when I open my mouth to speak, he’s already inside me with his impressive cock.
I’ve not measured it, but if it’s not over ten inches, then it’s damn close. And I can’t even describe how thick it is. When I’m holding it in my palm, my fingers don’t touch, so that’s bigger than any other guy I’ve had the pleasure of fucking. As my sister would say, he’s the size that would send most women to the ER. Thank god I’m not most women.
Not only does he have a nice, thick, long cock, but he knows how to use it. Which has to be why, after he warmed me up, I fire off again as he drags it in and out of me at a pace that shouldn’t feel so damn good. The root of him runs along my swollen clit and I feel the buildup burning through me.
“Nolan.” I whispered his name, pulling his face to mine, and kiss him.
He doesn’t stop and neither do I. I’m squirting again, soaking us both. We’re going to have to have housekeeping come and change the sheets if we keep this up.
My limbs finally give out, and that’s when I feel him release inside me. Jerking spasms take over until he lets his weight press into mine. There’s something about having a man do that, be so spent that he can’t stop his full weight from collapsing against you.
“You okay?” he whispers in my ear as he presses up onto his elbows and rolls off of me. “That was fucking amazing.”
“I’m a little sweaty and sticky. But yes, I’m good.” Turning my head, I see him, and a small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “That’s never happened before.”
His eyes narrow, and his gaze sharpens. “Which part?”
“I’ve never done that during penetration, only during oral.” The cool air of the room sends a shiver down my spine.
Rolling off the bed, Nolan reaches for my hand. “Up we go. Time for me to do some after care and bring you down right.”
I reach out and grasp his hand, feeling the strength in his grip as he pulls me snug against his damp, inviting chest. “Bethany.”
“Yes,” I say as I nuzzle in.
“That was a first for me too, but it sure as fuck will not be the last.” He squeezes me and then once again has me over his shoulder as he carries me to the bathroom to clean up.
This time I don’t have the energy to do anything but let him.