20. Nate
20
NATE
A ll day, I struggled with denying myself from having Rachel. She was so close, so willing to sneak away with me. But it wasn’t enough.
We lingered in our respective offices until most of the staff left. Still, I was sick of waiting.
Nate: Come find my car in the parking garage.
She texted back a thumbs-up.
I sat in the driver’s seat, idling my car for what felt like an eternity near the doors she’d walk through. Finally, at last, she strode through the double glass doors and beelined for my car.
“There you are.” I let a smile cover my face, not bothering to hide my reaction to this short blonde directing herself to me.
As soon as she got into the car, I sighed, feeling whole again. No more hiding. No more faking that I wasn’t mentally stripping her or replaying the memory of her crying out when she came. Those sexy noises were almost better than getting the reward of her laughter.
“Finally,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about getting you alone?—”
I was silenced by her mouth. She lunged over the center console of the car, kissing me hard.
“Yeah, that,” I agreed, dazed by her urgency to kiss me.
“Take me home, Nate.”
I grinned, putting the car into drive. Once I did, she took my hand and held it like we were lovers who’d expire without contact.
“As soon as I get you there,” I warned, “I’m not letting you out of my bed.”
“Your bed? You’re taking me to your place?”
I nodded. It was past time that I let her see it. She’d infiltrated my mind. Why not let her take over and reside at my place, too?
“Yeah.”
“Okay. As soon as you get me there,” she said, continuing the playful tone I’d started, “I’ll race you to your bed.”
“Deal.” I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
Fortunately, we were leaving later in the evening and the traffic wasn’t as gnarly as it could usually be. And I didn’t live far, anyway.
I parked in my garage, and we ran like idiots toward the elevator.
Then on the ride up, we kissed until we gasped for air.
Will it always be like this? This hot and fast?
I had started to wonder if we were so feral for each other because it was taboo. Forbidden, especially at the office. But she was still burning up just as hot now as she was earlier.
“Which way?” she asked, barely moving her mouth from mine when we entered my penthouse.
I answered by picking her up and setting her over my shoulder to carry her. Her giggles were music to my ears, but I wanted the sexy mewls and moans.
Laying her on the bed was a fast way to make that happen. She bounced and smiled up at me as I leaned down. Kissing her wasn’t enough. I wanted a longer, deeper taste.
“You drove me insane, sweet girl.” I lowered to my knees, flipping her skirt up as I tugged her panties down. “I swore I could smell your arousal.”
“That’s nonsense,” she protested lightly.
“I don’t care if it is.” I pushed her legs apart, holding one thigh as I kissed along her soft flesh. “I’m going to make you come.”
She moaned, letting her head drop back with my fingers on her bare pussy.
“Fast. And hard.” I dipped my fingers in.
“I’m too easy with you.”
I smiled. Because I know you. I know how to please you. And I had no intention of ever stopping.
“But that’s just the first one I’ll give you. By the time you come,” I said, sliding a finger into her wet heat, “I want those clothes off. All of them.”
She nodded, tugging on her shirt as I fingered her. Before she could fully obey me, writhing and arching up against my hand for more friction, she managed only her shirt and bra off. The skirt was still around her waist.
I lowered my face to her cunt and switched the torture. Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I licked and sucked, making her pant and grip the sheets.
“I thought you said fast,” she taunted, threading her fingers through my hair.
You little… I sucked at her clit with more force until she yelped. A low, happy moan followed that sound. As she humped my face, holding me in place with her hands in my hair, I pistoned my fingers into her entrance faster and faster. With my free hand, I fumbled to unzip and start shoving my pants down.
True to my word, I got her off quickly. She cried out, giving me that sweet sound of ecstasy I sought. Her cream spilled, but I didn’t linger to lap it all up. As she still came down from the high of coming, I stood and got a condom out from my pocket.
“I…” She shook her head, panting and wild-eyed with the rush of her orgasm. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”
Of course, she was. She was a virgin until she met me.
“I am too. What are you saying?” I shoved my pants down, then climbed onto the bed.
She widened her legs, making room for me. “I’m saying we don’t need it.”
“You sure?” I licked my lips, stroking my dick.
“I’m sure. I want to feel?—”
I pushed the tip of my dick into her, then slid in further.
“All of you.”
“Fuck me. Sweet girl, you feel so fucking good.” I lowered, needing to kiss her and let her taste the tang of her juices. As I slanted down, I rammed the rest of the way into her tight pussy.
“Fast, Nate.” She clawed at my back as I thrust. “Faster!”
I gave her what she wanted. I listened to what she demanded of me. Even though I like to drag it out so I could savor every second of making love to her, I knew we were both coiled too tightly from all the teasing at work.
We came together with the sounds of naked flesh slapping and moans filling the air. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezing my dick without any layers between us. I flooded her pussy, filling her with my hot cum. And as I growled, so blown away by how much closer that made me feel with her, I wondered how I ever thought I could keep it temporary. Casual. As an excuse for what I really wanted.
Her.
I was smitten, and I wasn’t sure how I could explain this one-eighty to her and pray that the feeling was mutual.
“Rach.” I gasped as I collapsed over her, hugging her close so I could hold her tight as I switched us. She lay over me, catching her breath and still trembling as she draped over me. “I?—”
Knocks sounded on the bedroom door.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she complained at the same time I said, “What the fuck?”
“Are you expecting someone?” she whispered, hurrying to get off me.
“No.” I regretted the loss of her warmth as she sat up and climbed off me.
“Yo, Nate?”
I cringed at the sound of Brandon calling out for me. He had a code to the elevator that linked to my place. There was no front door. He was one of the very few people who could ride up and walk directly into my home.
Rachel’s eyes opened wider in alarm.
“Hide,” I mouthed as I got up and shoved my pants on.
She hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself as I zipped and walked to the door.
Brandon was just walking to the kitchen as I opened the door. He whirled around, surprised. “Hey! Whoa. You startled me.”
“What’s up, Brandon?” I asked as I closed the door after me. I did not need him to even guess what was hiding in there. Quickly wiping my hand over my face, I made sure there wasn’t any evidence of Rachel’s cream on me.
“I just wanted to check in on you.”
Dammit. He was a good friend, but his timing was off.
“With the party tomorrow…” He shrugged. “I know how hard this day, or that time, has been for you.” He crossed his arms. “I’ve been worried about you, man.”
I nodded, feeling like an ass. Brandon was a good man. He looked after his own. But somehow, that very concept had me trapped. He cared about his friend not facing a hard time on a historically crappy night. He also cared about his sister having a good man. In this circumstance, though, I doubted he’d be happy to know I was the one giving Rach pleasure.
“You’ve seemed extra distant lately,” he observed.
Because I’m smitten with your sister.
“And busier than usual.”
Again, because of your sister.
“Just know I’ll be there.” He chuckled. “I’m always ready to be your wingman.”
I smiled, rubbing my chin and letting out a deep breath. This should’ve been the perfect time to tell him that I’d asked Rachel to be my plus-one. I could break the news gently here.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk his getting mad and stressing me out before that party. He could come to terms with it after the fact.
As I sat on the arm of the couch and eyed him, I hated this feeling of hiding Rachel. Of covering up how good she was for me, how well we fit each other.
I wanted to tell her. I had to let her know that I was falling further and faster for her, but I still couldn’t be entirely sure she’d want the same.
She came here to escape home. To live and find someone to make her feel good. Telling her that I wanted to have a solid relationship was the opposite of the casual good times she was looking for.
The timing just wasn’t good. I couldn’t fathom laying my heart on the line and giving Rachel a chance to reject me now. On the eve of Christmas Eve, when I’d have to squash down the memories of the last, colossal time I had been rejected and ridiculed so publicly, it was too much of a risk to take.
After. I’ll talk with Rach after the party. If I could get through the stress of that night, then it would all be well. She could come to the cabin with me. I could admit that I basically fell head over heels this fast and see how she accepted it.
Holding her back from what she wanted out of life was the last thing I wanted to do. Yet, I couldn’t accurately speculate whether she was after the same thing with me, a future. A commitment.
Brandon left almost as soon as he’d arrived, and I didn’t delay going back to find Rachel.
She’d cleaned up and found one of my shirts to borrow. Then she must have dozed off. Asleep in my bed, she looked like she belonged there.
For a long while, I sat there and watched her rest, hopeful that we could be back here in a couple of nights. At this time on Friday, perhaps we could be in this bed, sated and secure with each other again. After successfully enduring the holiday party with her at my side, we could retreat to this peaceful privacy again.
And again.
Forever.