Chapter 29
INEZ
29
Ipark my loaned SUV crooked in the front yard and Nolan’s ride pulls up right behind me, kicking up gravel. Then we make a mad dash for the front porch.
I sense fluttering curtains in the direction of Genevieve’s dark camper van. But I try not to look over that way. I try not to think about Nolan’s innocent daughter who’s sleeping inside.
Poor kid. If only she knew what I plan to do to her father once I get him alone.
Sorry, sweet Stella. Nolan’s my daddy tonight.
He flings the door open and yanks me inside before pushing me up against the flat wooden surface. I’m vaguely aware of my purse hitting the floor at my feet.
I greedily grab a handful of his shirt and pull him in for more kissing. So much kissing. All the kissing.
It’s a hungry kiss. A kiss that spells six years of pent-up lust. A kiss that says we’re both tired of playing around. We’re both ready to go all the way.
He hoists me up in his arms. His hands slide under my ass, coaxing me to wrap my legs around his waist. And then he grinds against me.
Be still, my soaked lady bits. For real, though.
“Make me come, Brighton,” I say into his mouth. “Right now. Right up against this door.”
I feel him grinning against my lips. “Damn, woman. My bedroom is only ten feet away.”
Grabbing his wrist, I move his hand to the spot between my legs where I’m hot and wet and sticky. I want him to feel the urgency of what he’s doing to me. “Don’t make me wait that long. I need it. Now. Please.”
His chest vibrates with a growl. “Begging already? You should probably save that for later. It’s gonna be a long night for you, Stargirl.”
It’s been a long six years, I think in my head. But when I see the way his forehead crinkles with severity, I realize that I said it out loud.
“It has been…” he says earnestly. “But I’m not waiting anymore.” And his mouth covers mine again.
My skirt is all bunched up around my waist. Nolan devours my lips as two of his fingers glide through my opening, plunging into my tight, heated canal.
I’m dripping between the legs, clawing at his clothes as he mercilessly finger-fucks me against the door. My hips move quickly, riding his thrusting hand. I chant his name, again and again and again. My toes clench hard and the muscles of my pussy strangle his fingers.
He can’t take his eyes off my face. He stares at me like I’m a beautiful curiosity. A tangled ribbon to be unraveled. A bounty to be claimed.
Nolan has this strange way of making me feel like I’m worth it. Despite my many complications. As a girl who’s felt unimportant all her life, the way he looks at me is addictive. It’s hypnotic.
He, himself seems hypnotized. “What the fuck have you done to me, woman? I don’t even recognize myself when I’m alone with you,” he mumbles, looking at me in awe.
My chest squeezes tight. “Be careful what you say to me, Brighton. I might actually start believing you.” And we both know how dangerous that would be. Because I’ll start wanting things he can’t give me, wanting a life he isn’t offering.
For a moment, the playfulness in the room is subdued. Our mad dash toward the finish line comes to a screeching halt. We stare into each other’s souls as the potential consequences of this reckless moment seem to register for us both.
Oh shit. We could both get hurt.
For a split-second, I just want to run.
But then, Nolan curls his fingers inside me, hitting an extra-magical spot. And my self-preservation flutters away.
“I’m about to…” I can’t even finish my sentence as my body goes taut and my throat closes up.
“That’s right,” Nolan says, pinning me to the door with his pelvis as he slams and twists and curls his fingers inside me. “That’s right. Come all over my hand, my pretty Stargirl. Come for me.”
I lock my arms around him, closing my eyes and burying my face in his neck as I start to shake and spasm with pure abandon.
Nolan holds me tightly, whispering dirty shit in my ear that only makes my orgasm spin and spin for an eternity. I lose my grasp on everything outside of this earthquake splitting me in two.
A moment later, my head is still foggy and incoherent when I feel soft sheets and cool bedding beneath my back. That orgasm must have knocked me silly because now I’m trying to figure out when and how Nolan carried me here, to his bedroom.
I peel my eyes open. The towering, broad-shouldered man fills my field of vision. He’s looming over the bed, his lust-drunk eyes on me as he’s unbuttoning his shirt and dropping his pants to the floor.
Good god. This is literally my favorite sex dream come to life.
He’s completely naked, his enormous cock jutting out in front of him like a baseball bat. A gorgeous baseball bat with throbbing veins and a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I should probably be nervous about how massive it is, but I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long. I wanna ride Nolan’s pretty baseball bat all night long.
Okay. I’m not sure my brain is working right.
But, I’ll say this—if this is what they call a ‘dad bod’, sign me up. If Nolan Brighton ever starts an OnlyFans channel, I’ll be his most loyal subscriber.
I’ve never seen biceps like his. His abs make my mouth water, and I feel a primal urge to nuzzle against those strong, bronzed shoulders. This man is built like he was hand-crafted by an angel. A very horny angel, but an angel, nonetheless.
He throws me an arrogant half-smile, running a big hand down his muscled chest before stroking his erection.
“You gonna get naked? Or are you just gonna lie there, gawking at me, Stargirl?” He walks over to his bedside table and grabs a three-pack of condoms. I hear the foil being torn open and in my periphery, I see the empty packet hit the floor.
The sight of Nolan sheathing his big dick is too hot to watch. So I roll onto my stomach, laying my head on a pillow and nonchalantly kicking my feet up in the air. “You made me wait all these years. I’m gonna let you do all the hard work tonight,” I tell him.
With a chuckle, he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. He seizes my hips, lifting my ass up in the air. “You know the kind of man I am. You won’t ever hear me complaining about doing hard work, baby.”
I don’t have time to formulate a snarky comeback. Because he flips my skirt up over my bare ass and covers my globes with his greedy paws.
Then he spreads my legs wider and half a second later, he’s licking my pussy from behind.
Just a few strokes of his tongue and I’m already whimpering into the sheets, grinding against his face. It’s like a magic trick, how easily he gets me to the edge.
“Nolan—oh, I…I think I’m going to come,” I announce.
Abruptly, he flips me over again and I gasp. Now I’m on my back, staring up at his feral expression. “No, baby. This time, you’ll come with my dick inside you. You’ll be looking in my eyes and moaning my name as I fuck you hard and deep until you explode. Do you understand me?”
“Mmm-hm. Yeah.”
Smirking, he leans down by my ear and whispers the magic words that turn me to putty in a heartbeat. “Good girl.”
Oh god…
His fingers reach for my waistband. He unbuttons my skirt and drags it down my legs. Climbing onto the bed, he pulls off my top next, putting my aching breasts on display.
“Shit. Look at these pretty tits. Perfect for my hands. And for my mouth.” He gathers my fleshy globes in his palms, squeezing them together and then kissing them.
I’m whimpering his name as his tongue circles one nipple before giving the other one a turn. Licking and sucking and biting gently.
“Oh, Nolan.” I squirm against the sheets. “God. The wait is killing me.” My breathing is heavy now, coming out in quick spurts.
“Patience, Inez. I’m a big man. I need to make sure your body is ready for me.” His fingers grasp the back of my head, lifting me off the pillow. He savagely kisses my lips before moving to my cheek then my neck then my collarbone.
He works his way down my body, tickling me with his short beard and sucking on my flesh with his warm, wet lips. He kisses my belly. Then my hipbones. He takes his time, despite my whining.
When he’s satisfied that I’m on the verge of losing my mind, he brings his lips to my ear. “Open your legs nice and wide for me, baby.”
I do exactly as he commands, spreading open as he settles between my thighs. One hand holding his cock, eyes focused on my pussy, Nolan slowly begins to feed his enormous shaft into my throbbing womanhood. It’s so thick and so long and gorgeously curved to the left.
My eyes squeeze shut at the sharp sensation of him entering me, stretching me. “Oh, fuck…you’re right. You’re so big. I don’t think it’ll all fit.” I’m starting to panic a bit. “All that dick. I don’t think all that dick will fit.” I hiss out.
But Daddy Big Dick isn’t worried at all. His knuckles lift my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Listen to me, baby. Let me tell you what’s about to happen. I’m gonna go nice and slow. I’m gonna take my time with you. And this pussy is gonna squeeze and stretch around my cock. It’s gonna get fucking soaked and open up just for me.”
A frisson spreads over me at the promise in his words. “Oh god…” I whisper, stunned, overwhelmed.
When he talks like that, I feel a new rush of wetness flood my channel, lubricating his path. I’ve never been turned on like this.
“Eyes on me, Stargirl. Just lie back and relax. Breathe nice and deep. Eyes on me while you take my cock for the first time.”
I lock my gaze on his. The eye contact is powerful. It’s all-consuming. He’s so goddamn handsome. Plus, he smells so fucking good.
I get so lost in Nolan’s hooded stare that by the time he’s filled me to the hilt, that bite of pain has blossomed into a warm, fluid kind of pleasure. It spreads through my limbs.
“See? We made it fit.” The cockiest half-grin spills across his face.
I nod in breathless relief. “We made it fit.”
“Of course we did.” He puffs out a laugh. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”
I laugh, too.
Before I can gather my scattered thoughts, Nolan starts working his hips. Slow, so slow. So deep. Filling me with each stroke. Pushing all the way to the back.
“That feel good?” he asks me in a whiskey smooth voice.
I reach up, draping my arms around his shoulders. “So good…” I arch my back, enjoying the fullness of him inside me.
“Good.” He leans down and kisses my neck again.
I’m not a virgin but it’s been a while—a year, at the very least—and Nolan is definitely the biggest man I’ve ever been with. I’ve never felt this full, this stretched, this keyed up.
I move my hips with his, keeping his rhythm. He’s still moving slow, still being careful. But I’m so ready for him to fuck me to pieces.
“More, Nolan. Give me more. Give me everything.”
“Patience, Inez. Don’t be a brat. I need you to—”
Running out of self-restraint, I squeeze my pussy walls hard, deliberately clamping down on his dick. “I don’t want you to hold back,” I say stubbornly.
Nolan loses his breath. For a moment, he can’t move.
When he recovers, his eyes go dark. His grip tightens on my waist and he pulls his hips back. “When you can’t walk tomorrow, remember—you asked for this,” he growls in a warning. And then he goes feral.
Nolan absolutely lets loose on me, fucking me with no mercy, holding nothing back. He hits hard and deep, making my bones shake. The bed creaks loudly under his punishing force and I’m not sure the old wooden frame can handle this beating.
Hell—I’m not sure my pussy can handle this beating. But I asked for it, and Nolan Brighton is a man who delivers.
Sliding one big hand under my butt, he lifts my hips off the bed. He forces my pelvis to meet his, thrust for thrust. It’s chaotic. Desperate. Obscene.
We should probably slow down. Draw this out all night. But I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long. I’m being greedy and I don’t care.
“Your pussy, Inez,” he mutters, his eyes fluttering shut. “Never felt anything this good. So tight. So hot. Perfect. Exactly what I need, baby.”
In the middle of all the commotion, he manages to find my clit. He plucks and tugs on the tiny nub, bringing me right up to the edge of my climax.
“There. Right there. Yes.” I’ve never been this vocal during sex, this loud, this demanding. But in my defense, I’ve never been with a man who brings out this primal side of me.
“Come for me, Inez. Right this second,” he commands, rearing his hips back and slamming into me with one final, ferocious thrust.
And—oh my god—I’m coming harder than I have in my whole entire life.
Shoulders lifting off the mattress, I cling to Nolan’s body like he’s my life raft in the ocean of this violent orgasm. He clings to me right back.
But it’s hopeless. We’re both sinking beneath the waves of pleasure, drowning, struggling for air.
The sensation feels eternal and when it finally begins to subside, Nolan collapses. He pulls me against his chest. He whispers to me that I’m so pretty. He tells me that he loves fucking me. He says that, in a minute, he’s going to do it all over again.
The whole time as he speaks, his fingertips affectionately trace along my hipbone, making swirls and little doodles on my skin.
I don’t know what’s going on with him. I don’t recognize this version of Nolan Brighton. The version who’s vocal and communicating his feelings tonight.
A part of me wonders about the guy who was emotionally unavailable. Where’d he go? Because at least I knew what to expect with him. At least I knew he’d shut me out in the cold anytime I got too close to him. At least I knew to carry a scarf and an extra pair of mittens just in case. At least I knew how to protect myself against him.
But this guy who’s touching me softly and whispering quiet praises into my crazy hair? He’s the most dangerous version of Nolan. Because he’s the easiest to fall for.
I finally understand what he meant when he said we’re setting ourselves up for disaster. Because I feel myself spiraling in a windstorm of emotions, bracing for impact.
I’m falling-falling-falling. What if he’s not there to catch me? What happens if he lets me hit the ground?