Chapter 20 #3
She grabbed the front of my coat and yanked me into her, her mouth crashing against mine with a heat that stole every last breath I had left—like she wasn’t just kissing me.
She was claiming me.
I groaned, low and rough, as my hands slid instinctively to her waist. She tasted like peppermint gum and something sweeter, something distinctly, painfully her. Her tongue swept into my mouth, bold and possessive, and I nearly lost my balance from how fast my body responded.
She was everywhere. Fingers in my hair. Chest pressed to mine. The need in her kiss wasn’t a wildfire. It was pressure, years of it, finally blowing the lid off with nothing left to contain it but my body.
“Fuck, Nat—” I groaned, dragging my mouth from hers just enough to breathe, my hands sliding up beneath her sweater, palms splayed against bare skin. “This isn’t a dream, right?—”
“Shut up,” she growled.
Her hands fumbled for my coat zipper, yanking it down with a desperation that sent a thrill racing along my spine.
“I need you,” she said, fierce and breathless. “Right now.” My heart jackknifed in my chest.
There was nothing casual in her voice. No hesitation. Just raw, undeniable hunger.
I shrugged out of my coat, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. She was already tugging me back to her, and I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t.
I kissed her again—harder this time—everything I’d held back since the moment she left pouring into that kiss. My hands clutched her waist, gripping her like a lifeline, my hips pressing forward instinctively as she rolled hers against me.
She reached for my sweater, yanking it over my head with a roughness that I fucking loved. The bathroom’s cool air hit my bare chest, but it was nothing compared to the scorch of her palms roaming across my skin.
Her nails scraped down my abs.
I hissed through my teeth, muscles twitching beneath her touch. Her hands were frantic and hungry, like she needed to memorize every inch of me before she lost her nerve.
I didn’t wait. I shoved her coat from her shoulders, watched it tumble to the floor, then tugged her red sweater over her head in one quick motion.
And damn .
The lacy black bra. The flushed skin. The way she looked under the soft, humming light of this cramped little bathroom—eyes wild, lips swollen from kissing me, chest rising and falling in hard, shallow breaths.
She was a vision. One I’d dreamed about every damn night.
“Fuck, Nat,” I murmured, my voice low and reverent as my hands cupped her breasts through the lace. My thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, and the feel of her beneath my palms nearly knocked the air out of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. My breath caught. Her bare chest rose and fell with every shallow breath, and the soft light painted every curve in gold. Her nipples were tight, peaked, and begging for me.
I leaned down, unable to resist, and took one into my mouth. My tongue circled slowly before I sucked hard, just enough to draw out a gasp that made my cock throb.
“Easton!” she cried, her hands tightening in my hair, hips shifting against me as her body trembled under my mouth. I lavished her with attention, letting my tongue flick over her nipples in a rhythm that had her gasping, moaning, desperate.
I moved to her other breast, giving it the same devotion, while my hand kneaded her first one, fingers rolling her nipple until she whimpered, her whole body alive in my arms.
“More,” she breathed, her voice cracking as her hands dropped to my jeans, fumbling with the button. “I need more, Easton. I need you.” The desperation in her voice sent a jolt straight to my cock.
Her words were like gasoline on a fire, and I groaned, helping her with my jeans as she finally got them undone, shoving them down my hips along with my boxers.
My cock sprang free, hard and aching, the tip already glistening with pre-cum, and her eyes darkened at the sight, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she wrapped her hand around me.
Her touch was electric, her fingers stroking me with a confidence that made my knees buckle, and I let out a low, guttural moan as she pumped me slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum down my length.
“Fuck,” I growled, my hips rocking into her hand, my eyes fluttering closed for just a second before I caught her smirk.
I tugged on her jeans, yanking them down with a roughness that matched hers, taking her panties with them.
She stepped out, kicking them aside, and I felt my breath catch at the sight of her, completely bare before me, her thighs slick with arousal, her pussy glistening with need.
My knees hit the tile without a thought.
She opened her mouth like she might say something—maybe a warning, maybe a curse—but the second my mouth met her center, all that came out was a broken moan that ricocheted off the walls.
She tasted like heaven and everything I’d been craving.
I licked slowly, savoring the way she shivered beneath me, then parted those slick folds and circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.
A sharp breath hitched in her throat. Fingers threaded through my hair, yanking me closer, thighs quaking as I licked again.
And again. She moved with purpose now, grinding against my mouth like her sanity depended on it.
“Oh fuck, Easton,” she gasped, her voice broken, hips rolling with a wild rhythm that told me exactly how close she was.
I added a finger, then two, curling them inside her until she cried out, her voice raw with need. She was dripping now, her arousal coating my chin, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her moan even louder.
“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her voice wrecked, eyes glazed and wild. “Right there. Fuck, Easton, don’t you fucking dare stop?—”
Her body arched, trembling under my hands, her hips grinding against my mouth like she was chasing oblivion and knew I was the only one who could give it to her.
I kept going, relentless, my fingers driving deeper, tongue punishing her clit until she broke apart for me…
loud, shaking, soaked. She cried ou t, her pleasure detonating like a fuse lit too long, molten and messy, wringing every last pulse from her body as I held her through it.
She was trembling, her legs unsteady beneath her, and before she could collapse, I stood and caught her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I turned us and pressed her back against the door, the slick heat of her dragging along my cock.
Fuck.
That wet slide. That desperate need still clinging to her skin. I felt it all, every breath, every quiver, and it lit something savage inside me—something feral and possessive and absolutely fucking gone for her.
Her eyes locked on mine, dazed and shining, her lips parted on a breathless sound she couldn’t quite form. And in them, I saw it…something too deep to speak. Too honest to hide.
She swallowed hard. “Are we really calling me your girlfriend?”
Her voice was soft. Not angry. Not teasing. Just…bare.
I didn’t blink. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Her brow furrowed slightly, confused. “About what?”
I leaned in, the tip of my cock brushing against her slick heat, making us both shudder. “You’re not just my girlfriend, Nat.”
My voice dropped to a rough whisper as I locked eyes with her, letting her see the truth—unfiltered and absolute.
“You’re the love of my fucking life.”
Her breath caught, her eyes widening as the words sank in, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something soft, something tender, beneath the feral intensity.
“Easton,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, and then her mouth was on mine…soft, desperate, hungry. She clutched at my shoulders like she couldn’t bear to let go, and I kissed her back with everything I had, my world narrowing to the girl in my arms.
I pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she stretched around me, the way her tight, wet heat enveloped me like she was made for me. We both groaned at the sensation, and I stilled for a moment, my forehead resting against hers as I tried to catch my breath.
“Nat,” I murmured, my voice breaking with the weight of my feelings for her. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. I can’t live without this. I can’t live without you .”
A soft sound escaped her, half moan, half sob, and her nails bit into my shoulders as she rocked her hips, urging me deeper.
Her gaze locked on mine…wide, wild, wrecked. “Then don’t,” she whispered, the words trembling out of her like a promise she hadn’t meant to say. “Don’t ever live without me again.”
Something broke open in my chest.
I moved, harder now, deeper, like I could answer her with every thrust, like I could bury every regret, every second we’d lost between the press of our bodies.
She met me stroke for stroke, breath stuttering in my ear, her moans splintering into the air, feeding the fire already roaring through both of us.
The door rattled behind her with every thrust, but we didn’t stop. Didn’t care. The whole world narrowed down to this. Her body tight around me, her fingers digging into my back, her voice raw with need.
“Faster,” she begged, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her from unraveling.
I obliged, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, the tension between us tightening with every movement. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her walls fluttering as I pounded into her, the wet, obscene sound of our bodies coming together echoing around the bathroom.
Her moans filled the air, sharp and broken, each one dragging me closer to the edge.
“Easton,” she cried, her eyes wild, her voice shattering. “I…I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Come for me, Nat,” I rasped, my voice rough with need as I thrust deeper, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Let me feel you, baby.”
She shattered.
Her body bucked against mine, her head tipping back as she screamed my name again. Her pussy clenched me in a vise, her nails scraping down my back in delicious streaks as I drove into her, watching her come undone in my arms.
That was it.
Her orgasm tore mine from me like a wave pulling the tide. I groaned her name, my cock pulsing as I spilled inside her, filling her with my cum…blinding, blistering pleasure that crashed through me like a supernova, raw and endless.
We stayed like that, locked together, breathless and trembling, as the high slowly receded. I held her, cradled her, pressed kisses to her sweat-damp forehead as I tried to slow the thunder in my chest.
She was still shaking, her body soft and pliant against mine, and I couldn’t help it…love surged so fiercely in me, it was a miracle I stayed standing.
This wasn’t like the other times.
This wasn’t just another memory, another mistake for the sake of nostalgia.
This was her letting go, completely, finally, right there in my arms.
“I meant what I said,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to cup her face in my hands. Her cheeks were flushed, lashes damp, her lips parted and kiss-swollen.
I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and met her eyes.
“You’re the love of my life, Nat. You always have been.”
Riley: UHHHHH HELLO?? NATALIE BENNETT, DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL THE CLASS??
Me: Oh no. Whatever it is, it wasn’t me. I’ve been framed.
Casey: What happened??
Riley: Just casually watching TV and EASTON MADDOX HIMSELF popped up on E! News introducing “the love of his life” Natalie to some very enthusiastic fans??
Riley: The fans screamed. He smiled. It was adorable and nauseating and I demand answers.
Casey: NATALIE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
Me: I can neither confirm nor deny. I plead the fifth and request witness protection immediately.
Riley: Too late, traitor. You’re famous now.
Me: Wait, how bad was it? Did I look okay? Please tell me my fly wasn’t down or something.
Riley: No wardrobe malfunctions. But you did turn bright red and wave awkwardly. Like a cartoon character.
Casey: I need video proof immediately.
Me: It wasn’t supposed to be public yet!! He sprung it on me out of nowhere!
Riley: Aw, poor Nat. A handsome movie-star boyfriend claiming you publicly. The horror. Thoughts and prayers.
Casey: Are you really complaining right now???
Me: I’m not complaining!! I just wasn’t ready. What do you even say when someone calls you his girlfriend in front of a mob of screaming women??
Casey: “I’d like to thank the Academy.”
Riley: “And I’d like to thank Riley, Casey, and Ophelia for peer pressuring me into romantic maturity.”
Riley: So, are we officially acknowledging he’s your boyfriend now?
Me: I mean…yeah. I guess we are. The little bathroom interlude kind of solidified that.
Me: Maybe.
Me: Possibly.
Casey: SHE SAID YES! WE HAVE CONFIRMATION!
Riley: Should we alert TMZ or are you handling that yourself?
Me: I hate you both.
Casey: Wait…what bathroom interlude?
Riley: Spill the deets.
Me: Ok, Jace…
Me: But also.
Me: …