Chapter 13 #2
I bury myself between her legs and taste her—finally. “Fuck,” I groan, eating at her like my she’s last meal even in the tight confinement of the trunk. “Fucking bury me in this pussy.”
Natalia’s body writhes, her hands in my hair, pulling and twisting as she grinds her hips over my tongue. “Rowan.”
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I growl. I could fucking die right fucking here. Fuck, I don’t think I will never not want this—to taste her, to drink from hear, to ear her sounds and see the way her body writhes in reaction to mine. “Ride my face.”
“R-Rowan,” she mewls and the thing that sends her off is when I thrust my fingers inside of her, curling them against her sensitive spot. “Oh my god…”
I groan against her as she reaches and comes down from the high, not once stopping until she’s overstimulated and using all of her strength to push me away then pull me up over her.
Natalia doesn’t give me a chance to do anything else when she pulls my lips down to hers, slipping her tongue between my lips and leading me through everything she wants. I bite at her lip and she sucks on my tongue with a moan, bucking her hips against my cock.
“Rowan,” she breathes, her arms coming around my middle until her hands are pressing on my lower back. Her hips keep bucking and grinding against my cock that’s hard between her folds, allowing me to feel how wet she is for me. “Co—Condom.”
“Fuck.” I reach for my pants and find the packet in my front pocket with my lips still on hers.
Let me have her, I pray up to something—whatever is up there. Please, let me love her.
I rip the packet and she sits up on her elbows, legs spread and knees bent with her eyes on mine while she bites her lip. Her eyes don’t leave mine, only darken as I roll the latex on, the contact making me shudder.
“That’s so hot,” Natalia whispers with a hint of a smile.
I smirk, and before I can come over her, she puts her hand against my chest. Natalia shoves me off her body until I’m lying on my back, where she just was. “We have to be careful.”
“Why is that?” I couldn’t give a single fuck about anything else with her on top of me, looking at me the way she is right now. I would do anything to keep her looking at me like this, all the time. Even if it is only when we’re like this.
“The car,” Natalia breathes, her lips grazing the skin of mine lightly as she settles herself atop my hips. “It’ll shake.”
I kiss her lips, barely, and grab handfuls of her ass. “So?”
“So we’ll get caught and kicked out.” She moans when my lips wrap around her nipple, my tongue swirling and flicking the hard peak. She sits up but I only follow her, holding myself up with every muscle in my core. “We…We have…”
I graze my teeth against the sensitive flesh again and give the same attention to her other breast. “It’s my car, sweetheart,” I say, low and deep against her chest. “No one is listening. No one is paying attention.”
“It’ll shake.” She gasps as my teeth nip at her hard nipples.
“Let it fucking shake,” I growl, cupping her breasts to my face and licking at her nipples. She arches her back. “Let them know I’m the one fucking you.”
Natalia huffs a laugh through her smile and urges me down onto my back again. Her hand wraps around my cock and drags me up and down her soaked slit. “I’m fucking you.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back with a thud as she lifts her hips enough to line me up with her entrance. The anticipation of being inside her is enough to kill me.
“I,” she breathes with a devilish smirk, lowering herself on my dick slowly—both us panting and gasping until I’m buried to the hilt—“am fucking you.”
“Ohhh…shiiit.” I shudder out an exhale as she begins to roll her hips. “Nat…”
“Oh my god,” she cries out as she picks up her pace. “Rowan.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, ride me,” I groan, looking down between our slick bodies and watching the way I disappear inside of her. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock, Natalia.”
Natalia’s head forward, her curls a curtain over us. “Rowan…” She grinds her hips harder, her clit brushing against my pelvic bone with each roll of her hips. “Oh my god. Shit.”
“Yeah…Good girl,” I say gruffly.
She falls over me, staying close. “I’m close.”
“No.” My hands skim up to her waist and tighten to the point of bruising. “Fuck, Natalia…”
“I’m gonna come, Rowan,” she whines, my hands restricting her movement and slowing her down, killing her momentum. “Rowan. I want to come.”
God, she’s fucking whining—crying out for her pleasure and hell if it doesn’t somehow make me harder, bringing me closer to release.
“You come when I tell you to come, sweetheart.” I spank her ass as she bounces harder and faster. “Wait for me,” I pant as I slow her down.
“Rowan…”
Fuck, Natalia is the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen, and like this? She’s just as gorgeous. Face flushed, her mouth in a frozen O, her body pressed into mine, me inside of her, and entirely mine.
Mine. Jesus fuck, I want her to be mine so badly. And not just like this.
“Rowan,” she gasps, her hips rolling faster and more frantic.
“Fuck, sweetheart, slow down,” I groan, my hands tightening around her waist and fingers burrowing into her soft skin. “Not yet.”
Natalia releases a growl of frustration, working hard against the constraint of my hands on her hips. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
With my hands, I move her up and down, coaxing soft gasps from her.
And with each down movement of hers, I meet her with my own hard, upward thrusts.
I try to keep the match from burning in my lower back, but everything coils tighter and tighter.
Natalia drops herself down hard, her fingers pulling at my hair to the point of pain but I bury my face in her tits, lapping around her nipples with my tongue.
“Yes,” she hisses, arching her back as she rolls her hips. “Please, Rowan.”
I release her hips. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Come around my cock while I come inside you.”
Natalia whimpers and my hands run up her smooth skin. I cup her breasts as her hips work, holding them to my mouth for me to admire and appreciate. “Rowan…”
Her pussy clenches around me in a pulsing, vise-like grip, and she doesn’t stop until she trembles above me and my balls tighten. Then I’m going, falling so hard into the deep end of the pleasure she pushes me under—drowning so willingly for her.
She’s going to kill me—she meant it. She’s already doing it, little by little. Every day, every time I look at her…wanting her and not having her.
But for now, we fall together in an abyss of pleasure, and I lose myself in the labyrinth that she is, willing to spend years in it until I find the way to the treasure protected behind her ribs.
“Rowan,” she pants, her chest squished against mine as we catch our breaths. Our chests rise and fall, rhythmically and unsteadily.
This moment won’t last, though, so I take what I can get while I can still have my hands on hers.
I take advantage of it when she drops her forehead to my shoulder to rest and run my hands over her body, up and down the valley of her hips—rounding my hands around her ribcage, at the punch of her waist, and the flare of her hips.
I hold her ass in my hands, gently molding my hands to the round, bubble shape of it.
Her back—my fingers count the discs of her spine, feeling the smooth skin under my rough palms. My hands come back down her sides, over the swell of her backside, and down her thighs.
I feel everywhere I can reach, drawing a map and memorizing the lines of her body in hopes that I can keep these sketches locked away for myself. Hoping that, even with my eyes closed, I’d know her.
Never mind, that’s a lie. I’d know her regardless. I’ve had her memorized for as long as I can remember. This is just for me. To solidify what I already know.
I repeat the motions again and again, a consistent pattern as she rests against me.
“I’m exhausted,” Natalia finally whispers.
Then it happens. Poof. The moment is gone.
She sits up, her naked body coated in a thin layer of sweat and her hair frizzed, putting her hands on my pecs. “Sorry.”
“For what?” I rasp.
“Just...resting.”
“Natalia, you can stop apologizing for things you don’t need to be sorry for,” I say as I gently push back her hair.
“You didn’t let me finish,” she whispers.
I smirk. “Yes I did.”
She slaps my shoulders, stifling her giggle. I love those laughs. “Not like that. I wasn’t done with the rules.”
Rules. Fuck the rules. I want her to be mine—my everything.
Maybe that’s why this won’t end well. A friends-with-benefits agreement never ends well, it’s one of the oldest stories in the book.
One of us will get hurt and I know it might be me.
I’ve known it would be her that ruins me for everyone else since we were teenagers.
“Okay.” I try to not grumble. “Go ahead.”
Natalia swallows. “No sleepovers. Those get messy and lost in translation. I don’t want to…Confusion is…”
I suddenly want to carry her to my bed and hold her to sleep, wake up with her still on my chest, and lie there for the rest of the day, watching her breathe.
Do you know what it does to someone watching the person they’re deathly in love with breathe? It’s like watching the sun rise and set, it’s feeling alive, and it’s a constant adrenaline rush. Hell, that’s how it feels when she looks at me.
There’s no confusion on my side. I know—I’ve always known.
“It’s…It’s just sex,” she says. “Right?”
“This is just sex,” I lie.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
You’re a fucking liar, Rowan Asher.