LIFT YOUR HIPS, SWEETNESS
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Prudence : How was your evening?
Jack : Surprisingly good.
Jack : We’re not making friendship bracelets yet, but who knows, maybe in a couple of months.
Jack : How’s your evening? Having fun?
Prudence : We’re just leaving the restaurant.
Jack : Some place I know?
Prudence : Let’s just say I had my favorite compose your own pasta and we shared a large bowl of heart fillers.
Jack : Noooooooooo
Jack : They’re still open?
Prudence : Do you want to go before we take the plane?
Jack : Do you even have to ask?!
Prudence : I’ve already booked our spot for 5 people.
Jack : You’re the best.
PRUDENCE
Is there a word to describe when you’re feeling kind of anxiously excited and completely relaxed at the same time?
Because that’s how I feel right now, my hand in Nate’s as we’re waiting for the elevator to reach our floor.
I don’t want our night to end.
How far I’ve come from dreading getting in a car with him to dreading the idea of our time together ending so soon.
I wish I could be confident enough to ask him to stay with me. I was too much of a crying mess last night to be with anyone, but I’ve put my processing on hold for tonight, and I really want to stay with him. Just a little longer before we head back to L.A.
Not that I won’t want to spend time with him in L.A too, but living with Jack will make sneaking out a little more tricky.
The doors open with a “ding”, and we step out, his hand still clutching mine.
He hasn’t kissed me since he gave me his jacket. Didn’t he say he planned on kissing me and that was the whole reason why he had foregone garlic? Will the only kiss be in front of our door when he’ll say goodnight?
“Do you think we can bring Claudio and Scarlett in our suitcase when we fly back?” He asks as we stop between our two doors.
“I wish,” I sigh, turning towards him. “I guess we can come back. Just for them? And maybe I could fix your damaged relationship with skiing…”
He smirks, grabbing my chin between his fingers, leaning closer. “Are you trying to fix me?”
“You don’t need to be fixed. But maybe you could give skiing another chance.”
He brushes his nose against mine and I close my eyes, enjoying the soft touch. “As long as you’re doing it with me, I’m even willing to give the weird maple syrup pasta a chance.”
“Wow.”
“I’d probably hate it, so I hope it won’t come to that.”
I stifle a giggle just as his lips land softly on mine. My hands cup the back of his head to pull him closer, deepening our kiss. I feel his fingers slide under my jacket from the side to settle on my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
“Do you mind coming inside for a bit? I want to show you something,” he rasps against my lips.
“Okay,” I whisper, and his hands leave my waist to search his jacket pocket, currently warming me. It takes a few seconds but he manages to find his key card without stopping our kiss—which, let’s be honest, I probably wouldn’t have let him do.
We step inside, our kiss hungrier, and I wiggle out of both his jacket and mine while he uses his own feet to take off his shoes before leaning down to grab a hold of my thigh, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him.
And then I’m falling backward with a loud yelp.
A yelp that I’m instantly embarrassed about the second my back meets the soft duvet of his bed as he looks at me with confusion.
For a couple of seconds, we just stare at each other with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, our short breath mingling.
A loud laugh bursts out of my throat, as he stifles his in the crook of my neck, me hiding my face in my hands.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” I manage to say. “I thought you caught your foot or something and fell.”
“You’re not half as heavy as you think you are, sweetness.”
“With the way you took off your shoes, you could have tripped on them, I don’t know!”
“Have some faith in my carrying skills, woman.”
His lips collide with mine once again turning my laugh into a soft moan.
“I do need to show you something,” he says, trying to break up the kiss.
“Right now?” I whine, grazing his scalp with my nails. “I thought it was just a weird way of inviting me for sex.”
His hands grab my waist to pin me into the mattress as he whispers a curse against my mouth, tilting his hips forward, grinding the bulge in his jeans against my core.
He swallows my moan and I reach for the hem of my shirt lifting it—with more difficulty than I thought—over my head. It probably is the least sexy thing he must have ever witnessed, as we’re currently a mess of limbs and there’s barely any space between us, but the look on his face at the simple sight of my bra quickly reassures me that he probably doesn’t even notice my struggles.
“Fuck, Prue,” he rasps, sitting up slightly, his eyes roaming on my collarbone, the swell of my breast, my stomach.
I try to grab the hem of his shirt, but his hands snap around my wrist, stopping me. I give him a confused look.
Am I reading him wrong? Did I somehow manage to misunderstand the signals he sent? Were there even signals in the first place? God, I’m so—
“I need you to not touch me right now,” he says, closing his eyes, exhaling roughly.
My heartbeat picks up, and my face flushes. I try to pry my hands away, but he doesn’t let go, opening his eyes with a frown. But when our eyes meet, his azur ones soften.
“Prudence…”
“It’s okay.” I force a smile, still trying to get my hands back. “You’re allowed to change your mind.”
The next thing I know, my hands are pinned over my head, his face barely an inch above mine.
“Why on earth would I change my mind?”
I search his face, my mind buzzing with confusion and embarrassment.
“You told me not to touch you.”
“I’m trying to avoid a repeat of last time.” My lips part. A repeat— “I’ve had a decade to think about all the ways I’ve wanted to fuck you, Prudence. As good as it was, dry-humping each other to orgasm was not what I had in mind, and the only thing that will stop me from making you come again, but this time on my cock, is if you change your mind.” My breath catches in my throat at his words and intense gaze. “And if you touch me, I’m not sure I can hold back long enough to savor finally having you in my bed.”
The air in my lungs has officially gone missing.
“Technically not your bed,” I stammer.
He arches a brow. “That’s the thing you chose to pick up on?”
I shrug, a devious smile on my face. “Details are important.”
His lips crash against mine and his hold on my wrists loosens. A throaty sound escapes him as he thrusts his hips forwards, grinding himself on the spot growing wetter underneath my clothes.
“Trust me when I say that I plan on fucking you anywhere you’ll let me,” he says, dropping open mouthed kisses on my jaw and neck. “My bed is just one out of a very long list.”
He pulls down on the lace of my bra, leaning down to suck my nipple in his mouth.
I gasp, shivering from the wet texture of his tongue swirling around the hard bud. My thighs squeeze his hips as he gives another thrust, moaning against my skin.
God, could I come again like this? Me, who has a barely 20% success rate in the orgasm department? Could that man make me come not once, but twice while keeping my clothes on? And oh my god , I really need to slow things down. I don’t want to come so soon, what if I can’t come again after?
“What’s on the list?” I pant, trying to focus on something other than the throbbing between my legs.
“Everything I can sit, lay, or bend you over on.” He rubs his thumb in circles over the second nipple, his hips thrusting forward again. I’m going to die.
“That’s a long list,” I moan.
And it’s not helping. I can feel my blood boiling in my veins, my skin and nerves buzzing everywhere we touch. The tension coiling in my belly.
“Nate,” I whimper. Plead. “Nate.”
The buttons of my jeans open with one habile snap of his fingers. “Lift your hips, sweetness,” he commands in a dazed voice, and I oblige, allowing him to slide it down my thighs.
His kisses drift down, not sparing any inch between the spot between my breast to the line of my panty.
I knew there was a high possibility we were going to have sex tonight. Why didn’t I pack something sexier? I know I own a couple of lacy little things, why did I not put those in my suitcase instead of the comfy but basic black cotton panties? I’m—
I jolt with a gasp and open my eyes—which I didn’t even realize were closed—to find Nate, sitting on his haunches between my legs, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the drenched black cotton underwear, his eyes dark and glassy hatched on mine.
“Are you really spiraling now?” He asks, his breath short.
My eyes roll in the back of my head under his firm touch. “Nate, I’m— Shit , stop, please…” I whimper, trying to close my legs, but he’s in the way.
His hand freezes instantly and I feel him tense.
“I’m too close,” I stammer, trying to think over the cloud buzzing in my head. “Orgasms and I have a weird love-hate relationship, and if I come now, I don’t know if I can come again and I’ll ruin it because my body’s weird and I don’t come often but when I do it’s too hard and then I’m a mess, and I really want to you be inside me when I do, but I don’t want to wait because I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now—”
“Okay,” he rasps, his palms sliding up my sides then down my thighs. “Okay, sweetness.”
My skin ignites everywhere he touches, but then his hands leave my skin to lift his shirt over his head. My jaw drops like it’s the first time I’ve seen him shirtless. Like I don’t have engraved in my memories the two times he posed shirtless for me back in college. Like I didn’t sneak glances at him at the beach.
“What makes you think you won’t be able to come again?” He asks, fumbling with his jeans button to push them down slowly, his gaze piercing mine.
“I—I’ve never been able to. Coming even once is usually difficult.”
Jeans are off, and he nods slowly. My eyes travel down his lean, sculpted chest and land on the tight black boxers containing his hard length.
“Do you struggle to come by yourself too?” He asks, climbing up my body until one of his forearms rests next to my head and our noses are touching.
“What do you mean?”
He grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls softly, thrusting his hips with a groan. God, now that our jeans are gone, it’s even worse…
“When you make yourself come, using your hands or whatever else,” he says, his hand sliding from my waist to the back of my knee to fold my leg against his side, “is it difficult too?”
My face flushes and I try to look away, but he pinches the back of my thigh, making me frown at him.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetness.”
“I’m not.” God, but I am.
“The thing is, I’m dying to feel you come on my cock. But I wanted to touch and taste you before that…”
He grinds himself against my core again, and my nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders as I curse, a ragged breath leaving my throat.
“Fuck, Prudence. You’re so wet you’re soaking through both our underwear…” He groans, burying his head in the crook of my neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin.
“Please, Nate,” I moan, my back arching against my will in search for more friction.
He chuckles and straightens, his hand leaving my thigh to search for something over my head. It comes back holding a foiled square and he sits back.
“Take me out, sweetness,” he says, ripping the foil, his gaze not leaving mine.
Yes, finally. I sit up and kneel in front of him to grab his length, sliding up and down over the fabric, my eyes latched to his. His hips stutter and he groans, barely over a whisper.
“Careful, or I’ll play too,” he says between his teeth.
I pull on the waistband and his cock springs free as I slide it down his thighs.
I knew he was big—felt it on multiple occasions. But I still gasp and clench my thighs in anticipation at the sight of his cock, a bead of precum leaking from the head.
I circle the base with my hand and give it a slow stroke. He curses, the sound of his voice deep and guttural. I bite back a smile as I bat his hand away when he goes to roll the condom down.
“Prue…”
I lean forward, my lips parted just enough to suck on the head, swirling my tongue around it slowly.
“Oh, fu—ck”
He thrusts his hips forwards slightly, pushing himself deeper, sliding the underside of his length on my tongue. My thighs clench together and a moan escapes me, vibrating around him, pulling another breathless curse from him in response.
And suddenly he pulls back, leaving my mouth empty and pushing me back on the bed. My back meets the comforter with a gasp.
“I will fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours, but not before I get to fuck and play with your pussy.” He unrolls the condom along his length. “Not before I know every spot that makes you clench, squirm, whimper, and scream. Not until I know that you’ve had enough orgasm to make up for the one you couldn’t reach.”
In one quick motion, he slides my soaked panties down my legs, then grabs the back of my thighs and lifts them to press my knees in the mattress on either side of me, exposing my core.
Didn’t know I was that flexible… Good to know.
He stares at my fully exposed center, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and his cock throbs. He leans forward, exhaling slowly, and the warm air hitting my wet, swollen clit makes me shiver in anticipation.
“Nate…”
“I’m going to taste you now.” I whimper when he deviates and kisses my lower stomach. “And touch you. And when you can’t hold it anymore, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.” He drops a couple open mouth kisses, lowering until his bottom lip brushes my clit and I can’t help but dig my fingers into his skull with a high pitched moan. “And I’ll do it all over again. Until I’m sure you gave me all the orgasms you could possibly give.”
His tongue peaks out and gives a slow stroke, parting my folds before swirling around the bundle of nerves with a satisfied groan.
I’m not sure what’s happening. It’s not the first time a guy has done this to me, and yet, my body is coming alive like it never has before. Nate’s whole mouth and tongue is tasting, exploring, devouring me. Drinking every drop of pleasure my body gives, pulling moans, pants, and screams out of my throat.
My back arches when one of his long fingers invades me, curling slightly, making little white dots blink behind my eyes.
I jolt when I feel his teeth nipping at the inside of my thigh.
“Prudence.”
I whimper again as he pulls his finger out.
“Can you take one more?”
“What?”
I barely hear my own voice with how raw and breathy it is. I feel his finger nudging at my entrance again and I try to move my hips—uselessly as my legs are still pinned next to my damned head—so he’ll do that magical thing again.
“Focus, sweetness.”
“More, yes,” I breathe out. “I need more, Nate. Please, give me—”
My plea turns into another moan as two fingers plunge deep inside of me, curved at the same angle I’ve been craving and he seals his mouth around my clit, his tongue swirling relentlessly over it.
And fuck the sounds he makes in response to my every moans are nearly enough to tip me over the edge.
I don’t last ten seconds before my body tries to contort and my hands pull at his hair in desperation. “Nate, I’m— Stop, it’s too much. Too much, I’m going to—”
My legs snap free from his hold and a heartbeat later, his mouth is on mine, his tongue stroking mine hungrily as I feel his cock pushing into me slowly but strongly, stretching me inch by delicious inch.
He leans on his elbow next to my head while his hand holds onto my thigh, wrapped around his waist.
“You feel so good, sweetness,” he rasps, pushing himself deeper, even when I’m feeling so full already, until he’s buried to the hilt and my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Nate, I need—”
He pulls back languidly and pushes back inside in a hard thrust, sending us up the mattress.
“Fuck, Prue… You’re squeezing me so tight.” Another thrust, another deep moan against my lips. “I don’t know if I can hold back for long.”
“Don’t hold back,” I pant.
“I don’t think I can be gentle right now,” he grunts, burying his head in my neck.
“I’m so close, Nate,” I say, arching my back, looking for the perfect angle. “ Don’t be gentle.”
He curses before bringing both my legs over his shoulders. And then, he does exactly as I ask.
Losing control.
The whole bed is shaking, hitting the wall with each deep and hard thrust, and I can feel the tension in my whole body pulling taut, ready to snap.
He slows down and straightens, grabbing my hips with both hands, to get more leverage, angling me slightly up before increasing his pace.
“Nate—”
My legs start to shake and blind spots darken my vision.
There’s a strange crazed look in his dark blue eyes as he watches me. My breasts moving with his hard thrusts. My lips parted in agonizing pleasure. His hands gripping the small of my waist to prevent me from headbutting the headboard.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me.”
One of his hands leaves my waist and his thumb lands on my clit, rubbing gentle circles.
The tension snaps. Waves after waves of pleasure force my body to shake and contort uncontrollably, my hands flying forward to try and hold on to him, because I’m flying, falling from outer space, and I need to ground myself to him.
“You’re so perfect. Look at how pretty you come. Feel how tight you’re gripping me,” he says, before he releases a deep masculine moan seconds before I feel his cock start to throb inside of me, and his hips stutter. He leans forward, thrusting more slowly now as I keep panting and shaking and grabbing at him.
He curses softly as I finally come down from the high, the shaking reduced to some shivers where his lips drop kisses, where his fingers brush me.
“Those orgasms are no jokes,” he chuckles in the crook of my neck.
“I don’t think I can move ever again,” I say with a satisfied sigh, barely over a whisper. “You might have to carry me from now on.”
“Gladly.”
He kisses me. A soft, languid kiss, and I melt under him, safe and satisfied under the reassuring weight pressing me into his bed.
“Remember two nights ago when I said that I never came that hard?” I ask.
“Not something easy to forget, sweetness.”
“I think you’re magic,” I say, closing my eyes as his kisses slide to my throat. “Because not only did I come harder tonight, but I think I’m craving another round.”
He chuckles before straightening up, pulling out slowly, his cock already half-hard again.
“I did ask you to come here because I had something I wanted to show you. Then, we’ll have as many rounds as you’ll let me…”
I groan, arching my back to stretch my contracted limbs. He comes back two minutes later, still naked but out of his condom, a tablet in his hand.
“I had to busy myself today, so I had a lot of time and decided to work on your photos…” I blush, turning my face away. “Most of them are PG 13, don’t worry.”
My gaze snaps to his, only to find him smirking at me. “What do you mean most of them ?”
“There might be a couple where we were in the range… But since we kept our clothes on and your back was to the camera, it’s not too scandalous.” He settles next to me, lifting his arm when I wiggle closer to place my head on his chest. “Although, what was happening can be read quite easily on my face.”
“Dear god,” I groan, hiding my face in my hands.
His chest rumbles under my head with his deep laughter. On the tablet, he finally opens the correct file with an enthusiastic “ah”.
My head lifts up in surprise.
“You’ve edited it,” I say, certain, and he shakes his head in response.
“I barely played with the lightning.”
He scrolls through the different shots, showing me pictures of a woman I don’t recognize. A woman that is supposed to be me. A woman he actually sees when he looks at me.
“You’re beautiful, Prudence. No matter what your brain sees when it looks at you in the mirror.”
Soft kisses land on the top of my head. Another picture appears, and my eyes widen.
Nate, sitting on the floor, me straddling him. His hand holding my hip firmly. My hands buried in the hair at the back of his tilted head. His eyes barely opened, focused on my hidden face.
So many emotions dancing in them. Emotions that I was unable to pick up on at the moment. Emotions that bring the butterflies in my belly back to life.
“That will definitely be our Christmas card,” he chuckles just above my head.