Chapter 19 – nate #2
She comes apart on my mouth and it’s fucking sublime.
I lap at her as she reaches her peak with a cry, then as her thighs tremble around my face, but I keep going, keep fucking her with my fingers, keep eating her alive, determined not to waste any bit of pleasure I can give her until she’s thrashing against the desk.
“Oh god. Nate. Nate!”
Her pretty eyes roll back and her face pinches and I know she’s growing almost too sensitive for me to keep pushing her for more.
Only an instant before I start to slow down, she gasps, “Red!” and I withdraw my fingers slowly, but continue a soft, slow circle of her clit with my thumb as she comes down, her body starting to relax into the small tremors still making her breath hitch.
Leaning over my desk, I drop a kiss to her mound and then crawl over her to press another to her mouth. Our tongues tangle as she tastes herself on me. She matches me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me greedily. We’re a mess of want and hunger, ready to devour each other.
I want to fuck her so badly, but I know she isn’t ready for it. Not now. Not after I pushed her to the limits of her pleasure.
“Good girl,” I rasp finally. “You came so beautifully for me.”
Her lips curve into a satisfied smile. Fuck, I need a minute just to take her in.
“Don’t move, Kitten. I want to look at you.”
She sighs, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes as I step back. My eyes move over her loose golden curls, her breasts rising and falling with her deep, even breaths. Her face, chest, and pussy are all flushed and sated by my mouth and fingers.
“Fuck…” I grab my untouched whiskey glass off the desk and move back to the sofa at the edge of the room. Reclining back, I admire the view of Cat’s body, relaxed and undone thanks to me. She looks like a goddamn piece of art, like a modern Aphrodite come to life.
She raises her head to look at me, letting me know that she’s still alert—still thinking. She needs more.
Her eyes drop the bulge in my pants and she bites her lip.
Okay, Kitten. If that’s what you need.
I sip my whiskey as she waits for instruction.
Then I put the glass down and lean over my knees, pointing at the floor just in front of where I sit. “Crawl to me, Kitten.”
Her eyes widen, but she slips from the desk and gets on her knees.
“Good. That’s it.”
She crawls to me slowly, swaying her hips. Her body moves sinuously, like the Cat she’s named for. She’s putting on a show for me, and I bought out every ticket in the house.
Her eyes are on my face, and she darts her tongue out to lick her lips. Fuck, she wants this just as much as I do.
She stops between my open legs, and I cup her face in my hand.
“Such a good listener, Kitten.”
She leans into my hand, flushed and obviously pleased as I run my thumb over her lower lip and she opens for me. I groan as I slip it against her tongue.
“I think seeing these lips around my cock might break me, Kitten.”
She looks wickedly pleased at the thought, and I can’t disappoint her by denying her that.
My kitten inhales sharply as I start undoing my belt. Her eyes follow every motion of my hands with impatience. When I finally pull my cock out, she lets out a gratifying gasp. Her hands reach up automatically, then she stops.
“Can I?” she asks, glancing up at me. “We don’t have a color for you.”
I smirk. “For you Kitten? It’ll always be pink.”
The words have barely escaped my mouth when she ducks her head, licking the pre-cum from the slit on my head. Her tongue feels hot, wet, and heavenly. Fuck, this was worth the wait.
She wraps one hand around the base of my cock and braces the other on my thigh, taking control, making me throw my head back from how much of a turn on it is when my sunshine girl shows her teeth.
She runs her tongue up from the bottom of my shaft, lapping at me like she’s trying to memorize every inch.
When she finally takes me inside her mouth, I growl like a goddamn animal. I weave my fingers into her blonde hair as she inches her mouth lower. It’s going to take every morsel of my self-control not to plunge deep into her throat.
My kitten doesn’t bother teasing me. She moves her mouth up and down my shaft in even strokes, every time taking a little more. Her wet tongue caresses the sensitive underside of my cock, her cheeks hollowing around me.
“You’re doing so well. You’re making me feel so good, Kitten.”
She moans, never taking her mouth off my cock as she bobs her head up and down. I can tell by the way she’s pressing her thighs together that doing this for me turns her on, too.
I’m not going to last long, not when she’s sucking me off so enthusiastically.
“I’m going to come, Kitten,” I warn her, releasing my hold on her head. I expect her to pull back so I can come in her hand, but she surprises me. She keeps me as deep in her mouth as she can, eyes flickering up to watch me come.
“Fuck, Kitten!” I roar as my seed spills down her throat. She swallows it beautifully, her lips wrapped tight around me.
She’s unbelievable. There’s no one on the planet who can have her spirit and power, and still submit as wholly as she can.
When she pulls away, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. It’s not to put on a show for me—she really doesn’t want to miss a drop. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come sit,” I say, helping her up from her knees to sit on the sofa. Her expression is beatific. She looks exhausted and sated, and more at peace than I’ve seen her in days.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“I know,” she replies dreamily.
As quickly as I can, I head to the office kitchenette to get her a glass of water. On my way back to the office, I snag one of her cardigan’s from the coat tree by her desk.
She hasn’t moved an inch. She’s still slumped back against the couch, a relaxed smile on her face. I take a seat beside her, easing her up enough to drape the long cardigan around her like a blanket before coaxing her to drink the water.
“Sip,” I order. “Not gulp. Take it slow.”
After I’ve gotten her to finish the glass, I put it down and pull her against me.
“Thank you for helping me,” she says with a sigh.
My chest swells with satisfaction. Cat spends so much time looking after people in need, and now that she’s told me about her father, I finally know why. She deserves someone to take care of her and cherish her like she deserves.
Somehow, I know just what she needs. With praise, commands, and orgasms, I can get her to a calm place where her own thoughts don’t overwhelm her. It’s a heady power, and it undoes me. I lose control with her, giving into impulses I shouldn’t.
Cat might be my employee, but it feels like she has far more power over me than I do over her. Being around her makes me want to let her in. I almost told her the truth about my parents earlier. Something nobody knows—not even the guys.
It’s one thing to make her come. It’s another to let myself feel something for her. I should create some distance between us, but having her curled against me feels so damn good.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow,” I say before I can stop myself.
She yawns and burrows her head sleepily into my chest. “We had dinner tonight.”
“We’ll have it at my place this time. Maybe I’ll even cook.”
She groans. “God, please don’t. You’ll burn the whole House of Cards to the ground. No, I’ll cook.”
“You don’t need any more work. We’ll order in.”
“But I know exactly what I want to make, and it’s really easy. Besides, I’m so relaxed now that you helped me turn my brain off. I want to do something for you, too. Please?”
Her big amber eyes are pleading, and even though I chafe at the idea of putting anything more on her plate, I just can’t say no to her.
“Okay. You can cook.”
“Good.” She snuggles closer to me. I stroke her blonde curls, and they’re soft under my fingers. It feels right having her curled up against me like this. Her body fits perfectly against mine.
“We should probably go upstairs,” I say quietly.
“Okay. Just a few more minutes.” Her head slips a few inches down my chest. “Then we can go back to our regular lives.”
Moments later, her body turns heavy against mine. She’s dead asleep. I’m not surprised she’s exhausted, with how hard she’s been driving herself.
Carefully, I move to the side of the couch so her head is lying on my lap. I let myself play with her curls while she sleeps. I love knowing that I did this to her, turning her anxiety into satisfaction and contentment.
She longs to give up control, and I love taking it.
We’re better suited to each other than I ever imagined.
Eventually, I’ll have to get up to take care of some business for tomorrow. But for now, I’m happy just where I am.