13. Surrendering
thirteen
I couldn’t believe my eyes. What was Nathan Wright doing in this dump, and more curiously, why was he filming me? At first, I defiantly kept my eyes on his phone lens, smiling confidently as my hands moved to the beat. But soon, his ludicrous grin forced me to look away. He had the body language of a mom filming her son’s first soccer match, which confirmed to me that he was drunk.
“We’ll take a short break and be back for more!” the band announced. So, I put away the tambourine and made my way through the small crowd in Nathan’s direction.
As I approached, all I saw was the buoyant smile on his face.
“So, you’re here.” I tilted my head, aiming a piercing look his way. His eyes searched mine for something I couldn’t quite discern, so I added, “How come you’re not at some fancy party feeding on an endangered species?”
“Is that what you really think, or are you going out of your way to hurt my feelings?”
“Is it working?”
“If I say it is, will you dance with me?”
“You don’t want my pity dance.”
“I don’t know.” He drew a deep breath as his eyes looked at a spot behind me. “You must’ve flipped a switch in my head.”
“How did you find me?”
He widened his eyes as they linked with mine once more. “Accident.”
“Liar.”
“I must’ve lied about a million things, but not this one.”
In the background, more seventies songs played while the band and guests melded into one prancing frenzy. Looking around, I felt like we must have been the only ones not dancing.
And so I let him put his arms around me. I bobbed my head and swung it from side to side, getting lost in the music. I must have gotten so lost that the tracks of time and place eluded me. Suddenly, we were in his car, making out.
“I don’t think I should—” I whispered in an attempt to stop myself from getting naked in a car while the dawn threatened to bring on the day.
“No?” He leaned over, pulling me closer as his fingers reached out to trace my bottom lip, caressing it ever so softly, taunting me.
Before I could negotiate with myself on whether or not I should stop him, he lowered his lips to mine, and I parted my mouth, responding eagerly.
He moaned in the back of his throat as he shifted in his seat, tugging on my hand. Slowly, his mouth moved from my lips, trailing a path up to my ears, biting gently before he opened his mouth, hot breath dancing across my skin, and bared his teeth, lightly grazing the sensitive skin.
A thick, dark cloud of desire surrounded me, compromising what was left of my judgment. In the back of my mind, I was aware that this was a bad idea, but I couldn’t seem to bring myself to care enough to do something about it. Especially when his hands moved up, one of them cupping the back of my neck while the other touched my breasts over the fabric of my flannel shirt.
I made a low whimpering noise and squeezed my eyes shut. Nathan’s hands moved up and down my arms, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. I threw my head back, and he brushed his mouth against my neck. Once, twice, and the third time he nipped, teeth piercing the sensitive flesh there.
Holy shit.
Dimly, I was aware of the rustle of my jacket as Nathan shifted and pulled me closer. I threw one leg over him then the other, so I was straddling him. His arms came up around my shoulders, his heavy breathing doing strange things to my insides.
Part of me was screaming, yelling at me to stop when I had many reasons not to be with him. But the harder I tried to stay away from Nathan, the stronger the pull felt. So strong in fact that I didn’t mind getting naked in the middle of an abandoned parking lot, with the only privacy being the tinted glass of the windows.
Fuck.
I had it bad.
Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself fumbling with his belt. Then I pushed down his trousers and yanked his shirt out. With slow, steady movements, I undid the buttons. By the time I reached the top button, he was panting, and his hands had darted underneath my own shirt. His strong, warm fingers moved against my flushed skin, and I arched my back. Impatiently, I pushed the shirt up off his shoulders, exposing his tanned skin and taut muscles.
Underneath the fluorescent lights of the street, he was still gorgeous.
Nathan pressed hot open mouthed kisses against my neck and moved through the buttons quickly. Suddenly, he growled, and I heard a rip before my shirt was removed. He ran his fingers along the front of my cotton bra and leaned back to look at me.
The look in his eyes turned me inside out.
I linked my fingers over his neck and ground against him. His lips lifted into a smirk, and his hands reached for my zipper. It wasn’t long before it was undone, and he pulled them down, stopping at my knees. I shifted and sat back down against him, separated by the thin fabric of our underwear.
Nathan thrusted upwards suggestively. “I want you, Sophie.”
I leaned into him and brushed my lips against his. “I want you too.”
Nathan dug his nails into my waist and blew out a deep breath. “I want you right now. I can’t wait.”
“What are you waiting for then?”
With that, he made a low growling noise and pushed my panties aside. In the next breath, he pulled down his own boxers and exhaled. I lifted my hips up and ground down, taking him into me. I threw my head back and moaned. Without warning, his hands came up around my back and undid the hook of my bra.
He pushed my breasts together and buried his head in between them.
When his tongue darted out to lick my nipples, I cried out. He moved to the other one, and I was writhing and squirming on top of him, needing him to be everywhere at once. Nathan made a low guttural noise in the back of his throat and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I dug my nails into his shoulders and inhaled.
But I could only smell him.
Only feel him.
And I wanted to care about the fact that anyone who walked by could see us, and the last thing I wanted was to be half naked and having sex with Nathan in the parking lot, but I could barely think straight past the roar in my ears. Or the pounding of my heart.
I also couldn’t think straight with Nathan inside of me.
Each thrust was slow and measured, teasing a reaction out of me. I raked my fingers through his hair, disrupting the soft brown locks he had brushed back. Nathan leaned back, his eyes moving over my face. When our eyes met, my stomach dipped, and something in me unfurled.
He held my gaze as I bounced up and down.
As soon as my pulse began to quicken, and my breathing changed, he squeezed his thighs together and took one nipple between his teeth. He moved onto the other one, until they were as hard as pebbles. Then he glanced up at me, bringing his thumb onto my lips and dipping it into my mouth.
“Get it wet for me baby,” he said with a dark look in his blue eyes.
I obliged, running my tongue around his thick finger until it was fully coated with my saliva. He gave me a nod of approval, then brought his thumb over my clit, rubbing the tiny pebble in circles and sending electric shocks traveling all over my body while watching me desperately bounce on his cock. The hungry look in his eyes was all it took to make me come undone.
“Nathan!” I moaned out his name, over and over while I struggled to catch my breath.
By the time my vision cleared, and I could breathe again, Nathan had gone still. Wordlessly, he moved me off of him and then slowly climbed in between the seats and settled in the back of the car. Once he did, he held out his hand and pulled me onto him. I stretched out over the back seat, expensive leather brushing against my bare back and sighed. Nathan loomed over me and captured my lips with his. He kissed me soundly, until the need for air became too great, and my toes curled. Once he was done, he kicked my legs open and settled in between them.
So slow that the anticipation was killing me with need, he pushed inside of me inch by inch.
In the background, I heard the screeching of tires, and the rise and fall of conversation. I threw my head back, squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my legs around his waist. Nathan lifted my arms up over my head and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. Sweat formed on the back of my neck and across my forehead.
My heart was ready to burst out of my chest.
He moved in slow, practiced strokes, while I moaned and ground against him. But each buck and pant did not make his rhythm change. As if he sensed my frustration, he grew slower, his movements more pronounced, and it was driving me absolutely crazy.
The smell of his musk drove me crazy.
He released my hands and ran his fingers down my sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When his hands moved down to my thighs and squeezed, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I swallowed and focused on his face, on the look of fierce desire on his face.
He met my gaze and held it.
Over, and over, he eased out and slammed back into me. My eyes roamed over his face, taking in every inch of his handsome features, from his sharp jaw to the straight nose and stopping at his full, seductive mouth. Nathan’s lips lifted into a smirk as he saw where I was looking. He swooped down and captured my lips with his, tasting of alcohol and mint.
A heady combination that had me feeling even more intoxicated.
So, I threw my head back and raked my hands over his bare back. He grunted and growled as we moved together. Together, we moved back and forth, teasing each other and pushing each other closer to the edge. I was hurtling closer and closer to the edge when his mouth clamped down on my nipple, and he bit, hard.
“Oh, fuck. Nathan. Please.”
Nathan moved to the other nipple and did the same. I wound my fingers through his hair and arched my back. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through my head. I could smell him all over me, and it made my heart thud against my chest. I sucked in a deep breath and inched closer, until he was all the way inside of me, buried to the hilt. I’d never felt so full in my life.
“God, you’re so tight, Soph.” Nathan growled, before throwing his head back. He was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Especially when he looked down at me, and his gaze softened. Suddenly, his pace changed, and we began to move faster, with a wild and frenzied sort of energy.
Unable to get enough of each other.
When I came again, the force of it knocked the breath out of me, and I was left gasping for breath. Nathan slowed to long, practiced strokes until I caught my breath. As soon as I did, he pulled me closer and slammed into me. His heart beat frantically against my chest, and his breathing was uneven and heavy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the world outside change colors, from a dark and dusky gray, to a kaleidoscope of orange and red. He exploded on top of me, and warmth seeped in between my legs. When he regained his breath, Nathan squeezed himself next to me and drew me against him.
I hesitated before burying my face against his side.
I wanted to freeze this moment and preserve it forever.
All too soon, we heard voices outside, and Nathan sat up. He ran his hands through his hair and pulled on his clothes. When he had his shirt and trousers back on, he got back into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot. In silence, he drove us back to his apartment. Once we got there, he stepped out of the car and waited for a few seconds while I got dressed. Then he opened the door and held his hand out.
Reluctantly, I took it and allowed him to lead me upstairs.