53. Rosy
FIFTY-THREE
ROSY
Am I floating? It feels like I am, and I want to stay wrapped up in this moment as my mind stays blissfully quiet.
Both my body and mind are wrung out from what Nate did to me. I’m also not really sure when I managed to roll onto my back. Did I black out that much?
A noise from Nate pulls my focus down my body, and my breath hitches when I see him lick his shining lips, eyes still staring at my bare sex. Seeing his starved look somehow eases any insecurities.
My lower muscles clench in response, and a smirk quirks his mouth up.
When did I become so hungry for him? For all of them, for that matter.
Shuffling my leggings the rest of the way off my legs, I spread them on either side of his thighs in invitation.
He slides his hands slowly up my body before curling around my hips and lifting. A pillow gets shoved beneath me, then he tugs down his shorts, releasing his very swollen, very glistening length.
Another clench of my inner muscles has me tilting my hips towards him.
“So desperate to have me fill you with my dirty, aching cock,” he growls.
The shudder that races through me at his crude words has my breath catching, and my insides melt.
He crawls up my body, and his hands land on either side of my head.
He hovers for a moment, his eyes caressing me, then he drops his mouth down and laps up the sweat pooling on my neck.
Nate eases between my thighs, cock rubbing through my slick folds as I widen further, trying to coax him inside me.
He doesn’t leave me waiting or begging. His hips jerk in a sharp thrust, and the breath that was trapped in my lungs forcefully leaves my body.
The pain of his rough invasion mixes with pleasure, and my inner muscles clamp down on him.
I’m so perfectly full.
“Fuck, look at your wet pussy holding onto me, wanting me to keep you plugged with my cock forever,” he groans into my ear, somehow managing to thrust even deeper.
Taking hold of his wide shoulders, I dig my nails in and buck up against him, chasing the connection, friction, anything and everything he’ll give me.
“Please, I need you to stop teasing me and move,” I pant in pure desperation. I’m not against begging.
His answering chuckle has another breath catching in my chest. I love that sound.
Nate grinds into me, rubbing his pubic bone against my sensitive clit, and my eyes roll backwards.
“Fuck. Love it when you sound desperate for me.” He grunts low, then sits back on his haunches. His palms slide down to my thighs, and he grips behind my knees. He spreads my thighs wider, then pushes my knees towards my chest, folding me in half.
The movement changes the position of my pelvis, and he somehow manages to hit something deep inside that pulls a keening noise from my chest. A sound I’m sure I’ve never made before, and embarrassingly, can’t take back.
“Look at that greedy pussy, working hard to swallow all of me.”
His pupils are blown wide. We’re both panting, both sweating, and connected in a way I never thought could feel this good.
We talk, but he’s never been chatty…unless it’s during sex, apparently. Then he’s giving me every crude, arousing word he’s thinking.
Sweat beads his brow, and the veins lining his neck bulge with the strain of holding himself back. But I don’t want him to hold anything back from me. I want every single part of him, and I don’t want him to share it with anyone else.
Because he’s mine.
With my legs between us, I can’t bring his face to mine like I desperately want to, and without conscious thought, I swipe at a drop of sweat that’s seductively sliding down his face.
Holding his gaze with mine, I bring that finger to my lips and slowly lick the moisture from it.
As soon as my tongue makes contact with the droplet, his hands grip my legs even tighter, and his cock twitches inside me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he grunts, letting his head drop back as his eyes fall closed. Taking a deep breath, he tilts his head forward and catches my gaze. “I don’t think I can ever let you go. This pussy is mine. You. Are. Mine.” His words come out in short, sharp bursts.
He draws back his hips, letting his cock slide out of me until only the tip remains.
Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he leans over, opens his mouth and…
spits. A filthy wad of saliva lands on my clit.
The moisture runs down to my entrance where we’re still connected.
Nate sharply thrusts his length back into me, fucking his spit into my already soaked hole.
Holy shit.
Should I like this?
I should be repulsed. There’s spit on me.
No inside me…
My hands land on my breasts roughly, needing to…I don’t even know. I just need to feel everything.
I nod quickly. “Yes, I’m yours. It’s yours.”
I pant, trying to tilt and thrust onto his cock, but he has me in such a punishing grip that I can’t do anything but lie here and take the pounding of his hips.
Dropping my gaze from his face, I let my eyes devour every inch of him…
from his clenched neck, down to his broad, bite-able shoulders and muscled chest.
“Tell me how we look together.”
“You want me to tell you how good your greedy pussy looks when I thrust my fat cock inside you?”
His pupils are so dilated; his eyes are almost black. I nod quickly, desperately wanting him to continue.
“You have the perfect, filthiest pussy. Going to fill it with every drop of cum I have. Your lips are stretched so fucking tightly around me, sucking me in. It’s so fucking wet inside you.”
My teeth bite down on my lower lip at the image his gruff words paint.
“Tell me what you want,” he bites out between gritted teeth.
“Fill me up. Don’t let any spill out. I want everything,” I groan, muscles clenching in anticipation.
My own release rising is unexpected. I’ve never had a second orgasm during sex before, but with the friction of his pelvis rubbing against me, it’s feeling closer and closer with every thrust.
He swipes through the slippery mess between us and tugs at my clit. My hips shudder as the orgasm comes out of nowhere, hitting me like a tsunami. I fall headlong into the sensations.
Nate drops my legs, and his movements become frantic as his hands pull apart my lower lips around his length. He releases another long string of saliva, letting it coat my clit and himself. It’s a sloppy mess down there.
“Nate…” I groan, unable to say anything else.
“Going to fuck this soaked pussy until I come.”
He leans forward, his body covering my feverish one as his hips fit flush between mine. Nodding vigorously, I curl my hands around his shoulders, my stomach dipping at his intense focus.
He swipes a quick lick across my parted mouth, but before I can respond, he pulls back. His hips pump into me, and he grunts through his release, thick jets of his cum filling me up.
Warm arms wrap around me, and he rolls us to the side, keeping us locked together. I trace a finger across his face, enjoying the texture of his stubble against my skin. His eyes fall closed at my touch, but they flicker open when I tell him I need to go clean up.
“Not yet,” he grumbles, adjusting his hips tightly between my legs.
“I need to clean up…and to pee,” I whisper, the flush of embarrassment painting my cheeks. A UTI is not something I want after our first time together. Or ever.
“Few more minutes.” If his voice weren’t so low and gruff, it would’ve sounded like a whine. “Stay tonight?”
My stomach swoops at his request. It’s so unexpectedly sweet.
But nerves diminish the feeling before I can savour it, because I’ve never been asked to stay over before.
This dating all of them thing has been uncharted territory so far, but for some reason, the idea of staying over has knots forming.
I might move too much in my sleep and annoy him. Maybe I’m a snorer and never knew it. Or I might be up all night, unable to sleep. Will the others get jealous or find it weird? Do I need to—
“Stop thinking.” His palm taps my backside.
“Sorry.” I cringe, hating that he sees these moments.
“Tell me?”
“I’ve never stayed the night with anyone before.”
His softened length twitches inside me, and my brow raises at him.
“I’m your first.” His smirk makes me scowl. “It’s just like sleeping at home, but with me. Do you want your own pillow?”
My teeth tug on my lower lip at how endearing he’s being. “I’m not good at all this; so tell me if I do anything wrong? I need to go and feed Moshi and grab some things, then I’ll come back.”
He leans in and kisses me, his hand squeezing the skin he’d tapped a moment ago. “Go piss, get your shit, and hurry back before I come get you.”
My eyes roll, but I do as he says, the giddy excitement returning at the idea of waking up with him.