Chapter Twenty-Nine
Arya
Nathan’s honesty and actions cast a spell on me. I want to experience what it feels like to have a real man’s lips on my pussy.
My ex-fiancé was nothing but a selfish jerk.
For all of Nathan’s flaws, he’s never lied to me. Our physical connection has always been raw and deviant. This wouldn’t be anything different.
I will not let my fears get in the way.
Without looking away from Nathan, I reach for the zipper on the side and lower it. The sound is loud and illicit. The temperature in the room rises as I drop my dress to the floor. The sunlight streaming in through the glass wall sizzles my skin.
Next, I unclip the lacy bra and let it join the fabric at my feet. With each item I remove, I become a bundle of nerves and need. When I move toward my matching lace panties, Nathan halts me.
“I will.” Coming closer, he instructs, “Hands on the table.”
Leaning back, I curl my fingers around the edge of my desk. Nathan closes the last inch of space between our bodies. The fact he’s fully clothed is a major turn-on, tipping the power scale in his favor.
It’s my office, yet he’s the one ruling it.
My breasts feel heavy and full as he peruses my nakedness with hawklike eyes, trying to decide which part to devour first.
“Nathan,” I murmur.
“Shh… let me see you. It’s been ten days.”
He counted?
The longer he stares, the hotter I burn. My panties are damp, clinging to my slit. He runs his tongue between his teeth, predatory gray eyes zeroing in on my center. To entice him into ending the wicked torture, I spread my legs. “Please touch me, Nathan.”
His rigid control breaks.
At the first press of his lips on collarbone, I come undone. I arch into the warmth of his mouth, exploring the valley between my breasts. His palms rove up my sides and cup the underside of my breasts, massaging and fondling.
It feels terrific.
“Y-yes,” I cry when his thumbs flick my nipples.
Kissing his way down my flat stomach, he drops to his knees. Every bone in my body freezes when his sinful face hovers over my mound. A wave of anxiety has me closing my thighs together, but his hands grab the insides and pull them apart.
“Don’t you dare hide from me,” he scolds, yet his voice is husky. Slapping my core, he possessively claims, “This is mine.”
Holding me immobile, he dips his mouth and licks the length of my pussy over my panties. I shudder, like I’ve been electrocuted.
He laps me up again, dampening the white lace until it’s see-through. I attentively watch, waiting for the other shoe to drop and have him pull away in disgust like Aryan did. Nathan never does. He looks like he can’t get enough, and we’ve barely started.
All my disillusions shatter.
A mewl-like sound leaves my lips when he lightly bites my slit.
He glances up, gaze high on lust, and he sucks me hard.
“Ah, Nathan,” I say brokenly.
Just when I think I can’t stand any longer, he takes the waistband of my panties between his teeth and tugs them down my legs in one fluid move.
I don’t get enough time to be impressed before I’m lifted and dumped on my desk. The display of his strength increases my heart rate.
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he runs one finger along my folds. “So wet. It isn’t enough. I want you drenched.”
Parting my slit with his thumbs until every crevice of my pussy is on display, he stares unblinking and licks his lips.
The urge to close my legs rises, but I push it down.
I know he’s fucked me with his cock and fingers, but this is more intimate and vulnerable and nerve-racking.
Does he like what he sees?
I squirm, feeling his breath tickle my skin.
“I knew you’d have a beautiful pussy,” he rasps, meeting my shy gaze. “No wonder I can’t get enough of it.” Brushing my clit until it throbs, he presses down on it. “Do you want to come on my mouth, angel?”
I nod.
“Ask me then.” Another teasing stroke. “You know I like to hear your words.”
“Make me come with your mouth, Nathan.”
“You will watch me eat your tight little cunt.” Bending inches from my quivering core, he warns, “If you look away, I stop.”
I lean on my elbows, vowing, “I won’t.”
He takes a long swipe of my pussy with the flat of his tongue, making my back arch off the table. A rapturous feeling spreads over his face at the taste of my wetness. He takes a deeper swipe after spreading my folds wider.
His eyes shut as he buries his face against me and circles my clit.
He’s truly enjoying this.
Loving my arousal.
Any lingering tension vanishes from my body. I moan loudly at the euphoric sensations. The softness of his wet tongue. The eagerness in his strokes. The joy in his manly groans. The painful bite of his fingers digging into my skin.
I cannot believe I almost signed off on a life without this.
It would’ve been criminal.
“Fuck, Nathan, your mouth,” I cry out, burying my hand in his dark locks. His eyelids fly open, gaze sharpening when I shamelessly press against his lips. “More. Harder. I… I need it.”
Dark desire flashes on his face. Closing his lips around my swollen nub, he sucks hard. I buck against his mouth, especially when he flicks it with his expert tongue.
How many women has he gone down on for him to be this amazing?
“Oh god!”
“Making me your god?” he cockily teases. “At least wait until I’ve made you come, filthy girl.”
I flush a bright shade of red. “Please.”
“Not yet.” Then he reminds me, “You don’t come without my permission. I’m nowhere close to having my fill of you.”
“I haven’t had my fill of your mouth either,” I confess.
“You like what I’m doing to you?”
“So much.”
“Which part? This?” He licks from the top of my clit to my empty hole and back up. “Or this?” A harsh suck with a flick of his tongue. “Maybe this?” His teeth nip on my slit until I writhe. “Tell me.”
“All of it!”
“Even this?” His mouth lowers to my puckered hole, flicking it shamelessly. Holding my stunned gaze, he rims my asshole so teasingly that a fresh wave of arousal leaks from my pussy. “Answer me, Ari!”
“Yes, I… I like it!”
“Such a dirty little whore.”
The ache in my belly breathes a life of its own, becoming harder to ignore. Demanding to be freed. “Nathan, I… Make me come. Please.”
Dipping his head, he circles my opening before shifting to caress and rub my clit. Distracted by the stimulation, I whimper when he plunges two fingers into my pussy without warning.
His hand on my thigh pins me down, while his lips and fingers fuck me relentlessly. I become impossibly wet the closer my orgasm looms. Nathan grunts in pleasure, feeling my essence hit his tongue. Replacing his fingers with it, he tongue fucks me.
I tug his hair and dig my feet between his shoulder blades while grinding my pussy against him. He growls something like, “Yeah… ride me.”
Not even for a second do I look away.
I couldn’t if I wanted to.[RK16]
Watching him eat me out so thoroughly sends me flying to an erotic cloud. I’m turned on by the sight of my hand buried in his hair, him on his knees with his large hands gripping my thighs so tight that I’m certain he’ll leave bruises.
“I-I’m close,” I whimper, feeling a tightening in my groin. “Please… oh… please let me come.”
“Beg,” demands Nathan.
His thumb presses down on my clit, rolling and rubbing it, just as I beg, “Please, can I come? Please, please, please…”
“Come.”
One word and my orgasm barrels down.
Nathan shoves his tongue in my clenching core, licking my walls over and over, drinking my juices as I shatter into oblivion. I lose sense of reality, throwing my head back and breaking the eye contact.
He doesn’t seem to care nor does he stop his ministrations.
Instead of letting me come down from the high, he fills my spasming pussy with two fingers and ruthlessly fucks me. “Give me one more, you beautiful little slut.”
Oh shit! “Nathan, I-I can’t.”
“I need another, Ari,” he groans, lapping at my clit while peering up at me from between my thighs. He looks drugged. His pupils are dilated with desire. “You taste like honey. Be a good girl and come for me again.”
How can I deny him when he calls me that?
I push against the back of his head while raising my pussy to his lips. “Lick me and I’ll come like your good little girl.”
His fingers are replaced by his hot mouth. Tracing and sucking my folds one by one, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue.
It doesn’t take long until my core tightens again.
Nathan looks up, commanding, “Play with your tit while you ride my tongue.”
I trail my free hand to my right breast and squeeze it in my palm. Twisting my nipple, I grind against his lips. He makes an appreciative noise, staring at me putting on a show for him.
Our surroundings fade until it’s just him and me.
“I can feel you tightening, angel,” he hums. “Come on, make a mess of my mouth. Drench me in your cum.”
“I’m so close,” I moan, riding his face faster. “Yes, right there… Oh, ah!”
A pinch to my clit. Stars burst behind my vision as my orgasm is wrenched out of me. My thighs close around Nathan’s head, trapping him as my pussy clenches around his tongue.
I’d fear my coworkers hearing our combined moans if my office wasn’t soundproof.
I’m so lost in my own pleasure that it takes my ears a second to pick up on the deep and ragged groans.
When I glance down my heaving chest, I think my mind is playing a trick on me.
Nathan’s muscular body is pulled taut, his eyes squeezed shut as low grunts spill from his, sending vibrations up my belly. My jaw goes slack when he shudders from head to toe.
Ohmigod!
He’s coming too!
I’d recognize the hottest sight anywhere. The image of his sinful face contorted in ecstasy when he orgasms is embedded in my brain. What I can’t believe is that it happened all from pleasuring me.
I go crazy, moaning, “Nathan!”
He doesn’t let up from my pussy until the last wave ebbs away and I’m too sensitive. Lifting my legs off his shoulders, he climbs to his feet. Yanking me upright because my bones are like jelly, he smashes his glistening lips against mine in a wild and messy kiss.
I taste my desire, becoming dizzy as I suck on his tongue.
We pull back, panting against each other.
“Did you… just come?” I gasp, awestruck.
He shoots me a primal look. “How could I not knowing I’m the first man to bring you an orgasm with my mouth?”
“Let me taste you. Please, Nathan.”
He flicks his chin in permission.
As though he knows I need to see it with my eyes to believe what we just did was as much a pleasure for him as it was for me.
I push him back toward the chair until he sits down in it. Falling to my knees, I unbutton and jerk his zipper down. His briefs are soaked in his cum. The sexy proof he loved every second of going down on me.
Yanking his cock free, I bend and swallow half of him.
I look up to see him throw his head back and groan in bliss. His strong hands are clutching the arms of the chair, holding himself back from fucking my mouth.
Can a man come twice in a row?
Fisting him at the base, I stroke his shaft hard and fast while sucking on the fat crown. He pulses on my tongue every time I lick and hum around his length. Remembering how he likes to be sucked, I bob my head up and down in a rough rhythm.
“Fuck, Ari!”
I gulp him deep down my throat and hold him there. With my other hand, I caress his balls.
His hand snakes to the back of my head, threading in my hair just as he thrusts hard. Moaning at the pinprick of pain from his harsh grip, I pull back and roll my tongue around his head, before taking his cock to the hilt.
“That’s it. Good girl. Swallow my dick.” Four more thrusts later, he pulls out to the tip and rests it on my bottom lip. “Look at me.”
Our eyes clash.
Pumping himself roughly, he releases thick ropes of cum on my tongue. There’s so much of it that a little bit trickles down my chin. Tracing it with his cock, he slips it back into my mouth.
“Drink every drop,” he orders huskily.
And I do.
Greedily.
He slides out of my mouth, still miraculously semi-hard. I rest my forehead against his thigh, trying to get my breathing under control. His fingers thread through my strands, playing with them.
“You’re so fucking insatiable, little minx.”
“Do you like it?” I ask, peering up at him nervously.
He smiles lazily. “I love it, angel.”
I smile back.