Chapter 5
Chapter Five
N athan's eyes flashed with heat as he brought a hand to the back of my neck.
"Kiss me," I demanded again.
He crashed his lips down on mine, not making me wait a moment longer.
Starbursts flashed before my eyes, elation filled my chest and pure, golden sunlight ran through my veins. It was nothing like any other kiss I'd ever experienced in my life. His lips pulled out a passion from inside me I hadn't known existed.
I opened to him, our tongues battling, gasping into each other's mouths. The kisses were fierce and fervent, as if we were starving and couldn't get enough. The whole evening had been building up to this, and we were going to take our fill.
But soon our ferocity eased, the kisses coming slower, softer. Nathan would peck his lips against mine before turning them to my cheek, running down my neck to my collarbone, before switching sides and repeating the motion.
My heavy breathing slowed as he showed me tenderness. His kisses were now gentle, deliberate, almost reverent. The fire inside me turned from a raging inferno into warming, sensual flames.
His hands stroked up my sides, up my ribcage, until his thumbs could trace the underside of my breasts through my shirt. My thin cotton bra did nothing to dampen the sensation. His thumbs inched upward, sweeping across both nipples, turning them into stiff peaks. I groaned as he took one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently, then did the same to the other.
He started walking me backward, making our way to his bedroom. I barely took notice of the room as we crossed the threshold. It was dark, illuminated by moonlight steaming through the windows, blocked only by thin, gauzy curtains.
My knees hit the edge of the bed and I thought he might push me down then. Instead, he continued with soft kisses and touches. He bit down on my bottom lip, at the flesh of my neck, at the curve of my shoulder. I squirmed and pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache that flared up with every quick nip of his teeth.
He reached for the hem of my shirt, bunching it up to give him access to bare stomach and chest. He trailed a finger down the valley of my breasts, to my stomach, to the waistband of my jeans.
His finger circled the metal button.
I inhaled a sharp breath, my whole body stilling. My heart pounded, nerves buzzing, and I wasn't sure if it was from anticipation or panic.
Nathan pulled back from his kiss, keeping his hands at my jeans.
"Is this okay?" he murmured.
I didn't know why I was hesitating. I wanted this. I'd been the one to invite myself back to his place. I was enjoying myself, savoring his kisses, relishing his touch.
But a small voice inside me couldn't help but speak up. Could I really jump into bed with this man, someone I'd known for less than a day? And would I really be okay with this being a one-time thing? I'd never done anything like this before. This whole situation was completely unlike me.
It was that final thought that settled it.
This wasn't like the old Becca.
But maybe this could be the new Becca. Uninhibited, living life to the fullest. Taking advantage of every moment I had.
I pulled back from Nathan's touch. A worried look crossed his face. I stared him right in the eye as I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and yanked it over my head. His lips parted as I reached behind myself and removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Even with the moon as my only source of light, I could see his pupils dilating when I unzipped my jeans, pushing them over my hips and stepping out of them. I was left only in my black panties.
Nathan's eyes roved all over my body. From the flush of his face and the rising hardness pressing against his jeans zipper, I knew he was enjoying the sight. I couldn't help but shiver under his intense gaze.
He lifted the hem of his own t-shirt and threw it over his head. His firm muscles called to me, the colorfully inked skin begging for my touch.
We both stepped forward at the same time. I pressed my hands against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging me close, the way we'd been at the club when we'd danced.
But this time there was no music, no loud driving beat. The only sound in the room was our equally heavy breathing.
"You're gorgeous." He ran his hands up and down my back, around my ribs, to my stomach and up between my breasts. His calloused fingers were rough against my skin, a delicious friction. His hands paused in a few places, fingers exploring. I knew he had found the light bumps of some long-healed scars, but he didn't say anything about them. This wasn't the time for questions.
Nathan bought his lips back to mine. I clung to him, wanting to feel his solid body against my own bare flesh. His firm length dug into my hip through his jeans. I ground down against it. He groaned and the sound sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. My panties were already damp.
I needed his touch. I hungered for it.
I took one of his hands from my back and pressed his palm to my belly. I made sure to capture his gaze as I slid that hand lower.
He didn't pause, continuing the path himself, slowly, teasing, until the tips of his fingers had inched under the elastic band. He tugged my panties down my legs, to my ankles. I kicked them away easily and rolled my hips forward, urging him to continue.
His thumb brushed the sensitive nub at the apex of my thighs. I let out a small moan. He pressed his thumb down and I whimpered as he rubbed in circles, soft yet firm. One finger slipped between my lower lips, tracing my entrance. I held my breath. He pushed in, that delicious friction feeling a thousand times better from the inside. I dug my nails into his arms as my legs went shaky.
He pumped in and out with a steady rhythm. My thighs trembled. I was barely able to keep on my feet. I should have let him lower me to the bed first, but I wasn't about to make him stop.
He pushed two fingers in and my head fell forward onto his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure took me higher and higher, stealing my breath, taking away all reason, until?—
I cried out, long and loud. A distant part of me was glad he'd told me he had no neighbors. I didn't think I'd ever been that loud in my life.
My legs did give out then as the last aftershocks went through me. Nathan caught me, keeping me upright. He pressed a kiss to my hair as I caught my breath.
"So fucking gorgeous," he murmured quietly, as if I weren't meant to hear the words.
I was still panting when I registered a hardness poking into my hip.
I took him by the shoulders. This time I was the one walking him backwards. When the back of his knees hit the bed, I pushed him down, climbing on top of him with my legs spread to either side.
His eyes went wide, surprised, but not displeased. I popped open the button of his pants and tugged. He quickly helped me divest him of his jeans before settling back down, content to let me hover above him.
His stiff length was now on display, thick and glossy at the tip. I took him in my hands and stroked lightly, cataloguing the feel of him, the warmth, the texture. I darted down to give an experimental lick, startling him just like I'd planned. He let out a muffled hiss and sat up to scramble at his nightstand drawer. He took out a foil packet, ripped it open and quickly rolled on protection.
Our eyes met as I brought him to nestle just between my folds. I shifted my hips until he was in just the right spot. I slid downward, enveloping him in my warmth.
My eyes squeezed shut at the burn of it as my body tried to accommodate him. I bit my lip, holding my breath.
My eyes flew open when a hand pressed to my cheek. Nathan's expression was concerned, alarmed.
"Are you okay?" he breathed. He was halfway inside me and yet it felt as if I'd taken every inch of him already.
I nodded, letting out a shaky moan.
His eyes went wide for the second time that night.
"You're not—?" he gaped.
"No!" I said, my voice strangled. "I'm not a virgin. It's just… been a while."
I didn't tell him he was now the only other man I'd been with, since my first.
The worry on his face didn't ease. "Tell me if you want to st— Fuck!"
He let out a grunted curse as I released the tension in my thighs and let myself fall, taking him in one quick slide.
It burned, yes, but it wasn't exactly painful. I felt full, stretched, as my insides fluttered and pulsed around him.
I rose up and pushed down again.
"Shit," he groaned, head falling back against the bedsheets.
I leaned forward as far as I could go while still keeping him inside me, and gave him a kiss. He returned it, cupping his hand against my head and crushing our mouths together, hot and slick, and that inferno inside me ignited once again.
I continued the steady rhythm, lifting up then falling down, enjoying the curse words leaving his lips with every slide in and out.
But before long, my already tired legs began to give out and I struggled to keep going.
Nathan sensed it, wrapping his arms around me and flipping us in one smooth move until I was underneath him. He pinned me to the bed, both my hands above my head, and thrust back inside. I moaned at this new angle, feeling the stretch in a completely different way.
Nathan dropped his forehead until it was touching mine, his lips mere inches from mine.
"Come on, gorgeous," he murmured. "I want you to come for me."
I let out a whine at the back of my throat. My muscles strained. My breath came in fits and starts. I was so, so close. His thumb returned to my clit and I groaned. He circled and flicked and rubbed and played with me incessantly.
"Come for me," he demanded.
It hit me at all once, shocking me senseless. Every limb locked tight as my orgasm sang through my body. My vision went dark, sight taken from me as my mind exploded with raging pleasure. My inner walls clenched down and I heard him groan. He twitched and jerked inside me, finding his own release.
We trembled together, clutching each other, panting and gasping, until the waves subsided. Nathan flopped onto the bed next to me, still breathing heavily.
"Fuck," he said, running a hand over his face.
"Damn," I groaned, agreeing with the unspoken sentiment.
I snuggled up to his chest, and even as I did so, I wondered if he would let me. But Nathan wrapped his around my waist and pulled me closer, tangling our limbs together as we lay there quietly.
My body still buzzed with the aftermath, but my breathing slowly evened out. I traced my fingers along the tattoos on his chest, enjoying his occasional shiver.
I didn't think I'd experienced anything like that in… ever, maybe. I certainly couldn't remember the last time I'd come hard enough to black out.
I was no longer so jealous of Nathan's guitar, now that I'd experienced those fingers myself. He certainly was talented with his hands.
Was it only a few hours ago that we'd been joking about him feeling up his instruments? It felt like a lifetime. The whole night had been a whirlwind. An unexpected, amazing whirlwind.
But unfortunately, that whirlwind couldn't rage on forever.
I pressed a quick kiss to Nathan's cheek and slid out of bed to slip back into my clothes.
"You cold?" he asked as he sat up, reclining on his arms. "I can turn on the heat."
"No, it's okay." I grabbed my phone from my purse and tapped on the taxi app. I turned back to Nathan. "Tonight was wonderful."
A smirk played on his lips. "Did you doubt it would be anything less?"
I laughed. I really liked this guy, despite the ego. I went back to the bed and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. He buried his hands in my hair, angling the kiss, trying to deepen it. I pulled back reluctantly.
"Thank you," I said softly. I grabbed my purse and double-checked I had everything. I looked back up. "I had an amazing time."
His deep blue eyes grew confused. "You don't want to go again?"
"Insatiable," I teased. A pang of sadness hit my chest as I headed toward the door. "Good luck, Nathan. When you get that shot at a solo, you're going to kick ass."
I closed the bedroom door behind me, leaving Nathan alone, tangled in the bedsheets, looking bewildered.
I wondered if he was always the one who left first. Maybe he'd never had a girl walk out on him before.
It was for the best, I reminded myself. I'd known exactly what this was going into it.
My lips still tingled and my insides still ached as I climbed into the waiting taxi, sensations I hadn't experienced in years.
The whole evening had felt like a dream. Nothing about tonight felt like real life.
I hugged my purse to my chest.
Who wanted to live in real life, anyway?