45. Candice
45
CANDICE
Nathan’s hotel room is in one of the nicest ski lodges in Bozeman. It has a deep marble bathtub, a huge king-sized bed, and its own roaring fireplace.
“Can we live here forever?” I murmur, sinking onto the edge of the bed.
“When we get back to the rescue, I’m buying you a king bed, moving into your room, and then building us a house.”
“I already have a house.”
“You do, but it’s a house with an older brother in it. He might have given us his blessing, but I doubt he wants to hear?—”
“Ew, you’re right. Build us a house, far, far away from Beau. But still near enough to the stables. And I want it to have a wraparound porch with a swing, and a mudroom. Plus a huge tub,” I say, looking up at Nathan.
“Is that all, Viper?”
“Yes, that’s all.”
“Good,” he says, “because I’m about to shut you up by calling in the debt you owe me.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“I won our race, and I’m collecting my reward.” Nathan grips the back of my head, and lightning pings through me in anticipation.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, meeting his gaze straight on. His pupils are blown out, the blue in his eyes but a small ring around the black.
“I’m going to undress you, and then you’re going to get on your knees for me, honey.”
With warm steady hands, Nathan peels my top off of me, baring my skin inch by inch. He brushes his hands over my torso, across my breasts and collarbone, and then unclips my bra behind my back. He helps me out of it, and then undoes the button on my jeans, and peels them down my legs. His hands swoop down my thighs in a reverent stroke, and I bite back a moan as he brushes close to my already aching center. He swirls his fingers along the top of my thigh, moving closer and closer to where I want him, but never going there.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to touch you, Viper,” he whispers. “This cunt is going to be aching for me.”
I whimper, and try to press him closer. But Nathan stands up fully, and I sink to my knees, a frustrated moan leaving my lips. I start undoing his belt and the clasps on his chaps. I push his pants down, and free his hard, thick length. With the chaps still halfway on, the leather wrapping around his powerful frame, and his cock hanging heavy between us, he looks like a fucking king.
I can’t wait to have him in my mouth. Nathan gathers my hair in his hand gently, and tips my head up. I look at him with wide eyes, anticipation rocketing through me.
“Talk me through this,” I say. “I want to know what you like and I’ve never done it before.”
“I’ll like anything you do, Candice, I promise.”
From this angle, he seems much taller and larger than I am. Powerful. In control. It makes desire pool in my stomach, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to me.
“I bet you’re getting wet just thinking about having my cock in between your pretty lips,” he says, his voice like sandpaper.
“Nathan,” I whine.
He strokes his other hand down my cheek and jaw, caressing me. I lean into the touch, savoring the tenderness between us. A moment later, he finally gives me what I crave, and pushes the crown of his cock against my lips. I open and he slips inside my mouth, inch by glorious inch. He tastes salty and earthy and good. I suck on him lightly and look up at him for guidance.
“Open wider,” he instructs. He eases himself into my mouth further, filling my senses with him. “Use your hand for the base of my cock, and move up and down a bit.”
I do as he says, bobbing on his cock and stroking the base with my hand. Nathan holds my head steady, and then thrusts in a bit deeper, until I’m taking him into my throat.
“I knew you’d look fucking perfect like this. Taking my cock in your mouth like a dirty little slut who likes to please.”
I suck on him harder, and stroke him with my hand again, moving up and down and listening to his groans and grunts for guidance. He pulls on my hair lightly, making me moan around his cock.
“I love fucking you like this, knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he says. “I can’t wait to eat your cunt after this is done, and lap up all that wetness.”
I pull him in deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Candice. Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but you love having a cock down your throat, don’t you?” Nathan caresses my jaw with his other hand, and tilts it up so that he’s staring right at me. Our gazes clash and I can’t look away as he starts to thrust into my mouth, his leather clad thighs hitting my body as he does, his cock hitting my throat again and again. I choke a bit, and he immediately eases up, fucking me less deeply.
“I’m gonna come soon,” he says. “Can’t wait to fill this wicked mouth with my cum.” He picks up the pace, and I tighten my hand around him once more, feeling his cock convulse as he starts to empty himself into my mouth. Hot jets of him fill me, spurting onto my tongue, and the ache between my legs grows even more intense as I taste him.
“Fuck,” Nathan says, easing himself out of my mouth. A rope of cum leaks out of my mouth as he does, but he swipes it up with his finger. “Every last drop, honey.” I lick the cum from his finger, relishing the taste of him again, and letting out a low moan. Tasting him like this—having all of him the same way that he’s had me—is exactly what I needed.
Nathan helps me stand, and then drags his hand through the wetness between my thighs, spreading it around. “Fucking dripping for me, just like I thought.”
“Always,” I pant, leaning against his shoulder.
Nathan pulls me to the bed, and though I try to lay down, he won’t let me.
“Ride my face, honey.”
“What?” I ask.
“Ride my face,” he repeats. “Sit your ass down on my face and ride it, Candice. I’m starving and I miss the taste of you.”
I move to straddle him. I may be inexperienced in this area, but Nathan makes me want to try everything. “Tell me how to position myself,” I say, hovering over him.
He gently, but firmly, drags my hips back and positions me over his mouth. His tongue strokes over my clit, and pleasure sparks through me immediately. I grind my hips down a bit on instinct, seeking more contact and friction, and Nathan meets my movements by sucking me into his mouth and then parting me with his tongue. He fucks me with his tongue, delving into me, devouring me, while using his fingers to lightly play with my clit.
Pleasure ebbs and flows inside me, as Nathan brings me higher and higher and winds me tighter and tighter. He starts to lick my clit, flicking his tongue over and over it, almost greedy in his movements. I lift my hips, conscious that I’m literally sitting on him, but he just drags me closer, like he can’t get enough of me.
Sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine, and my core tightens, as the orgasm builds inside me.
“Nathan, please,” I moan, grinding into his mouth. “I need to come.”
He swipes his finger from front to back, grazing over that tight entrance. I’ve never had anyone touch me there, but it immediately intensifies my orgasm, and I let out a whimper. Nathan listens to my sounds of encouragement, and runs his finger over it again, while continuing to lick and eat my cunt. I stutter and moan as he flicks his tongue over me, again and again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Then, the orgasm crashes over me, the waves of it pounding through me, filling me up, again and again, until I’m shaky and breathless, my knees splayed wide on the bed.
I swing my legs over and lay next to Nathan, panting. He straddles me, keeping my legs pressed tightly together, and holds my arms up above my head, pressing my wrists into the pillow with his hands.
“Did you like that, Viper?”
I nod, still too blissed out for words.
“Good. You’re going to give me one more orgasm before I’m done with you, though.”
I mean, who can argue with that?
“Please,” I whisper, a blush stealing over me.
Nathan runs a hand over my cheek, caressing it. He leans in and kisses me, his lips parting mine and his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I can taste myself on him, and it’s so erotic—so new—that it makes me squirm under him again.
“I love when you blush,” he says. “It reminds me that I still have so much to teach you.”
“Like what?” I ask, bucking my hips against him.
He leans off the bed and comes back up with his belt.
“Like this,” he says, and starts to wrap the belt around and between my wrists. “Do you want to be restrained, Candice? Do you want to let me do whatever I want with you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, seeking friction against my still aching center.
Nathan finishes binding my wrists and then drags his fingers through me once more.
“Such a greedy slut,” he murmurs. “All that and you’re still not satisfied.” He swirls his fingers around my clit and liquid pleasure drips through me. “Tell me how to please you.”
“More,” I manage to say, trying to force my hips up to meet his hand. But he holds me down, circling me slowly and gently, making the ache inside me sweet and torturous.
“More of what, honey?”
“More of you. I need you inside me, Nathan.”
“Like this?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face. He plunges two fingers inside me, and works me in steady strokes, still holding my hips down with his other hand.
“ No, ” I answer. “I need your cock.”
“Good girl,” he says. “Never be ashamed to ask me for exactly what you need. I’ll always give it to you.”
He rips open a condom packet that he must have had in his jeans, and rolls it over his length. I stare up at him, and our gazes clash. His blue eyes are swirling with lust and desire, and he’s looking at me almost tenderly. Like I’m something precious to him.
“I love you,” I say, unable to contain the feeling.
“I love you, too, honey. More than you know.”
He notches himself at my entrance and slides inside in one motion. He holds me against him for a moment, and then starts to move, his hips thrusting into mine in a steady, thundering rhythm. The belt restrains my arms, but something about letting Nathan control this entirely makes me feel completely free—completely abandoned to my pleasure. He adjusts the angle, taking me deeper, and his cock hits that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out as he pounds into me harder and harder, consuming me with each thrust.
“I’m yours, Viper,” he grunts. “Completely, and totally fucking yours.”
I thrash against the bonds, relishing the way they hold me back even when I desperately want to touch him, to show him that I’m his as deeply as he is mine.
“I love you fucking me like this,” I pant. “It reminds me of how we used to be, at the beginning of all of this.”
“Always fighting,” he says.
“Maybe it was all just foreplay.”
“You were.” Thrust. “Making me.” Thrust. “Work for it.” Thrust.
Nathan groans, and I swing one of my legs onto his shoulder, encouraging him to take me deeper. He reaches between us and thrums my clit, rubbing it hard and fast as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. He starts to come, his cock swelling inside me, and I feel myself tighten in response.
The orgasm consumes both of us, sweeping through us in tandem. My back bows over the bed, and I clench my legs around him harder, anchoring him inside of me. We stay just like that, pressed together, foreheads touching, breaths coming in pants, until he pulls away gently and rolls us onto our sides. He cocoons me in his arms, pulling me close against his chest, and stroking my back up and down. Gently, he undoes the belt from around my wrists.
“Nap, and then room service?” he asks me.
“Nap, room service, and then jacuzzi,” I say, flinging a finger in the direction of the huge tub.
“Perfect.”
“You know,” I say after a beat. “This is the first time we’ve had sex in a bed. We’ve always had to sneak around at the barn.”
“Well, there’s probably more sneaking around in our future Viper, seeing as you still live with Beau and it’s going to take a while for me to build you a house.”
“We can get a matching trailer next to Jenny’s. She’ll love it.”
“Anything you want.”