14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Samantha
This hadn’t been planned. Not at all. In fact, if I’d thought it through for even a second, I would have talked myself out of it.
But my heart hurt, and Nate was so, so sweet in his plaid pajamas and kindness. It was all I could do not to climb on top of him and ask him to hug me all night and whisper the things I needed to hear. I wasn’t a burden. I was wanted. He thought I was lovely.
But that would have been crazy. A bridge too far and way outside what he’d signed up for.
This, though…this I understood. I could give, he’d give back—then it would be okay for me to take.
He rolled onto me, holding the back of my head, kissing me deep and rough. Exactly how I liked. His weight pushed my back into the mattress as he pressed his leg between mine. His erection throbbed against my hip, already rock hard and we’d barely touched each other.
This was right. What we both needed. Dealing with me and my drama, at least he could get something good out of it. We both could.
“Touch me,” I murmured against his lips. “Please, Nate.”
He growled, shoving my shirt up to my chin, revealing my small breasts. I held my breath, worried he’d be disappointed, until he dropped his mouth and practically swallowed one whole.
My fingers slid into the back of his hair, holding him against my chest as he lapped at my nipples, one after the other. He sucked with need, urgency, tugging them between his lips. Again and again and again. I arched my spine with the suction of his mouth.
This man was hungry. Starving. And all I wanted was to feed him until he was too full to take any more.
My breasts were wet from his tongue. Laved so thoroughly, pleasure bordered on pain.
I liked it.
I squirmed and moaned and whispered for more.
Nate jerked up, his glazed eyes fixing on mine. “More?”
“More,” I begged. “Please, please.”
“Yeah.”
He tugged my shirt up my arms, leaving it at my wrists, not binding but a barrier all the same. I raised my arms above my head, and he nodded, like he was pleased with where they were.
Then he yanked his own shirt off, and his skin was on mine, sliding along my torso, the hair on his chest and stomach tickling as he worked his way down.
My shorts were next, leaving me bare, but not for long. His mouth covered my pussy as his fingers spread it wide. I was so worked up, so out of my head and fully in my body—all it took was a firm suck of my clit for me to rock with him, my hips rising, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
He kissed me roughly down there, his saliva and my arousal mixing, sliding down the valley of my ass. The wet sounds of his mouth on my flesh were so erotic and filthy, I curled my fingers around my pillow, holding on for dear life as I came and came and came.
Nate was groaning, deep and guttural. Vibrations traveled from his mouth along my spine, electrifying my blood and wiping away my troubles.
One moment I was flailing, crying, the next, he’d spun me onto my stomach and stretched over me. His cock wedged between my cheeks, rocking there, as his mouth latched onto the side of my throat. Teeth digging in, suction deep and bruising.
“Nate, come on,” I panted. “Please, please.”
“In time,” he told me. “You’ll wait.”
Oh, I would.
Said in that tone of voice, I’d do anything he told me to. Deep and authoritative, it worked down to the very core of me and flared outward, lodging in so good it’d be impossible to remove. Not that I’d want to.
He pulled back, lifting off me. I whimpered and whined until he gripped my ass in both hands and opened me. I felt him looking. His gaze was so heavy, it dragged on my skin. I pushed up, arching so he could see more, hoping he liked it, wanted it.
Wanted inside. Front, back, either way. I needed that thick slide. Desperately.
“Please,” I pleaded again, rubbing my face against my pillow. “Nate…”
The bed shuddered as he shifted his knees to the outside of either of mine, and I held my breath until I felt the nudge of his cock against my entrance. I tried to arch for him, open wider, but his palm was firm against my lower back, keeping me in place.
“Don’t move,” he warned. “You’re right where I want you.”
Goose bumps pricked my flesh, but I did not move. My lungs even ceased to inflate, and my heart paused.
He pushed into me, slower than the turning of the earth.
Somewhere far away, a clock ticked, counting minutes and hours as he pressed in.
Days passed, and he was only halfway. My body bloomed, slick to accommodate him, but he took his time.
Held my hips down so all I could do was wait. Pretend to be patient.
It was maddening.
And so perfect, I felt like I would explode.
Finally, finally, he ventured that last inch. His pelvis melded with my ass, and his chest aligned with my back, his hot breath hitting my neck.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Like he was in pain. Like he had been flattened by the same truck as me.
His knees squeezed my legs together as he began to move. Deep. So deep. And slow. He hit the end of me and slid out, returning hours later, knocking on that same door with the force of a battering ram. My breath returned, only to be stolen with each thrust.
He gathered my hair in his fist, holding it away from my face.
I opened my eyes, meeting his burning gaze, and smiled.
I couldn’t help it. Delirious. Half mad.
But I was smiling, and he smiled back. Just as wild, just as crazy.
Smiling like this was the happiest either of us had been in a long time.
And god, did he feel good. Thick and long, he filled me up just past capacity. That little bite of pain mingling with the kind of pleasure that was rare.
Nate worked me over for a long time. Spearing into me like he was in no hurry to come. Carrying me along for the ride with him. I tried to wiggle back into him, to urge him on, but he growled in my ear, snapped at my lobe, and told me to be still and take it.
If he’d let me, I would have flown off the bed. But I was trapped, being fucked into the mattress. All I could do was curl my toes and moan with pleasure.
Every ounce of hurt in my heart muted. The night faded so thoroughly into the background it became nothing but Nate and me, the burning sheets and shaking walls.
Sweat coated our bodies. We slid against one another, his breath hot beside my cheek.
“I’m gonna come,” he gritted out.
“Okay, okay.” I nodded, closing my eyes. “Yes. Please come.”
“On you,” he added.
“Yes. Anywhere you want.”
His movement was sudden, urgent. Pulling out, he flipped me over and knelt between my spread thighs, fisting his cock.
He jerked violently, almost angrily, while he looked at me.
My face, my breasts, my pussy, his eyes moving as fast as his fist. The cords in his neck popped with tension, and without warning, his head fell back as hot spurts landed on my stomach, my chest, my chin.
He came and came, no ending in sight, his whole body shaking from the force of it.
I lay there, mesmerized.
The sight of Nate Wells coming unglued was spectacular.
Such a turn-on, I had to reach between my legs to touch myself, smearing his cum on my belly.
My moans brought him back to me, his chin dropping to his chest. His gaze on me had me spiraling, my hips rising and head shaking as I came. Nate clasped my waist in his hands, bringing my pussy against his thigh to rub my slick arousal into his skin like his was on me.
Both wrung out, he fell beside me, his hand on my leg. I rolled to my side, lifting my head so I could meet his eyes.
“Come here,” he said, opening his arm to me.
With a rush of relief, my head fell on his shoulder, and I koalaed myself onto him. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me so I didn’t have more than a moment’s pause about whether this was okay.
“That was really fun.” I toyed with the dark hair on his chest.
“Yeah, it was.” He drew a line through my hair with his nose. “You’re not in love with my brother, are you?”
Startled by the randomness of his question, I laughed. “No. Not any of them.”
“Good.” His head sank against his pillow. “That’s good.”
“I’m glad we got that cleared up. Though, have to say I’m curious where it came from.”
“Rumors.” His huff of a laugh blew my hair onto my face. “I’ve heard rumors.”
“Lies. You heard lies.” I had to laugh. “Adrian and I kissed once when we were thirteen, just to test it out.”
“How did that go?”
“When I’m telling you we both gagged, I’m not exaggerating.”
That got another laugh out of him. “I get it. I’d gag too if I had to kiss him.”
He really did seem to get it. Other men hadn’t, but Nate did.
Too bad this couldn’t be a thing.
It would have been kind of perfect.