Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ru
What the fuck am I doing here?
I pace the corridor outside Nate’s room, checking the room number—again.
I hate that I didn’t hesitate to come at his call, just like I did at the restaurant. One look from those green eyes and I was scampering after him.
I hate the draw he seems to have on me, but I’m still here, aren’t I?
Only once I was outside his door and about to knock did my rational brain assert itself and decide to ask now if this was a wise thing to do.
It’s probably not, but I’m thousands of miles from home, far away from my father’s influence, and I had promised myself I’d try to have some fun. I’m almost halfway through my time here and I haven’t done anything other than work and sleep all week. That kiss with Nate earlier is the only bit of action I’ve seen so far.
That kiss.
That’s the reason I’m here now, because that kiss was nowhere near enough. I stop wearing a track on the carpet and knock on the door. Even with the decision made, I’m still annoyed that he managed to get me here so easily.
My annoyance ramps up a notch when I’m greeted by Nate wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. The brazen confidence that he knew I’d come, and the fact that he’s practically naked irks me. Then he starts laughing, flashing his perfect teeth. Damn him.
“What?” I snap irritably, though it’s myself I’m more cross with.
He just smirks and steps back, waving his hand in a flourish. As he moves his abs ripple, and I watch them disappearing below that towel. He really is fucking fit, and now that I’m here, I can’t wait to run my hands over those muscles.
I walk past him into the room and he closes the door behind me. “Do you want something to drink?”
“No.” I almost snap again, and I spin round to face him, mostly to take another look at that body. I trail my eyes down his chest, over his six pack to where the towel is tenting alluringly. He whips it off and throws it over the back of a chair. I feast my eyes on his impressive dick.
“Do you actually want to be here?”
“Huh?” I drag my eyes back up to see him regarding me, and the smirk is gone this time. “What?”
“I said, do you want to be here?” he repeats, exasperation showing through. How can he expect me to be listening? He goes all full frontal on me, and now he wants a conversation?
“Of course I do.”
“Really? Because your indecision outside and that frown you’re wearing aren’t giving me great vibes.”
I feel my cheeks burn when I realise he knows it was me pacing outside, and I curse inwardly. I never could stop a blush, and my typical English complexion does nothing to help me.
But then another thought strikes me.
Does that mean he was keeping an eye on the time? Was he waiting for me?
This time I blush for real, and hold on . . . Did his dick just twitch? I watch transfixed as a bead of precum forms on the end. My own dick responds and hardens in record time. Oh yes, I do want to be here, very much so.
“Look,” he starts. “I know?—”
No, not another fucking conversation. I close the gap between us in two steps, and grabbing his face, I shut him up the best way I know how.
It does the trick, and he lets me take control this time, opening straight away for me. I find that insanely hot, and I want to show him how much I want to be here. I slide my hands over his arse—fuck, they’re perfect globes—and I can’t help grabbing a handful and squeezing them hard.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, and I pull him tight against me so he can feel how hard I am too. I keep kneading his arse, pulling his cheeks apart. I feel him shudder and I do it again—harder. He lets out a low moan, his mouth disconnecting from mine as his head falls back. I file that bit of information away.
I trail my lips down his neck and nip along his collarbone, hearing his breath hitch slightly. I move lower, my tongue seeking out the firm bud of his nipple. The “yes” he hisses as I bite down on it travels straight to my balls, and I sink to my knees.
I wrap my hand round his erection, giving it a couple of pumps before sucking the tip into my mouth, savouring the first taste. I run my other hand over his arse, squeezing his cheek again, my fingers reaching for his hole. I freeze as a thought snags in my brain, something we should’ve established first. I pop off him, and look up.
He looks like a picture, his throat exposed and his chest heaving. His head snaps up and he stares down at me, his face twisting in frustration.
“Jesus, Ru, don’t stop!” he says with a growl that rises to a higher pitch. I smirk at him.
“I’m vers but?—”
“I’m vers too. I’m prepped, so come on .” This sounds much more like a whine.
“Prepped already?” Again the confidence surprises me. In a different situation I’d find it arrogant, but that he’s desperate enough for me to get himself ready ignites something deep within me. “Let’s see, shall we?”
I hum as I take half of his length in one go. He moans and I smile, my lips stretching round him. He’s not small, and I’m almost sorry that he’s the one prepped as the thought of his hard dick filling me up makes my own ache and strain at my jeans even more.
Another time maybe, hopefully.
I apply my tongue to him and suck him until he’s thrusting into my mouth. I slip my fingers into his crease and gently graze his rim. The sound he makes is filthy and I want to hear it again. I slide a finger into him. He’s done a great job as I meet no resistance, and I slide it out even slower, teasing his rim again before repeating the process with two fingers.
He tangles his hands into my hair, his fingers pressing hard on my scalp. I take him deeper into my mouth, dragging my teeth as I go. He utters a low “fuck,” and arches into me. Then he’s pulling my head back gently, and I look up to see him staring down at me sternly.
“You know damn well I’m prepped, so get naked. I want to see that pretty face blushing as I make you come inside me.”
He gives me no choice as he heads over to the bed, lies down on his back propped up on his elbows, and raises an eyebrow at me. I waste little time stripping my clothes off, nearly getting tangled in my jeans in my haste. I notice the way his eyes linger on my body, a slight smile forming as his gaze rests on my cock.
I’m guessing he likes what he sees.
I kneel on the bed and run my hands up his thighs. He bends his knees, letting his legs drop to the side... an invitation.
“Do you have any condoms?” I ask, wishing I’d thought of them sooner, though less than a minute ago I was fully dressed.
“Didn’t you bring any?” he asks, and for a split second my heart stops as I think this might be as far as we get. Then he smirks at me. “What did you think I was inviting you to? Afternoon tea?”
Too late I feel the heat in my cheeks. Not that I could stop it anyway, but he seems to like it. His smirk turns into a full grin and he nods towards the nightstand.
“Don’t worry, I’m fully prepared.”
I reach over and grab one, ripping the packet open and sliding it on as fast as possible. I grab the lube he’s left there too, and spread a thin coating over my dick before kneeling back between his legs.
His eyes are shining and he gives me his widest grin yet.
“This is going to be good. I’ve never been fucked by a lord before.”
If I’m honest, my dick has been aching to be buried balls deep in him since he took off that towel, so I line up with his hole straight away.
He sighs contentedly as I breach him, and I almost expect him to come out with some smartarse comment like ‘it’s about time.”
I push in slowly, letting him adjust, and he drops back onto the bed, stretching his arms above his head. As I bottom out, I lean down and tongue his nipple. I nip at it and his back arcs off the bed.
I roll my hips, enjoying how he feels, the pressure of his hole round me. I intended to go slowly but that’s not going to happen, and I can’t help myself as I thrust hard and fast into him. Over and over. He draws his knees up further and I rest my hands on them, using them for extra leverage to fuck into him. His dick bounces between us, but he doesn’t pay it any attention. Instead, he grips my biceps and locks his eyes onto mine.
His breaths, like mine, come in short bursts. Sweat drips off my hair as I keep up the harsh rhythm.
“Come for me, my lord,” he pants. And in a move I had no idea someone could pull off, he tilts his pelvis and brings me deeper into him. His hole grips me tighter—it’s fucking divine—and I feel the familiar tingle in the base of my spine.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan.
“You are, my lord. Yes you are.” With words like that, his voice should be mocking, but it’s not. It holds a hint of reverence, and it does me in completely.
I give one more thrust while I’m coming, and I’m as deep as I can be. He comes a moment later, coating his own chest.
I pull out, and sit back on my heels, my cock still twitching as it softens. He looks down at his chest and back at me, letting out a whoop of joy. I can’t help laughing.
With a burst of energy that I can only marvel at as I’m exhausted, he bounds off the bed. He snatches up the towel he abandoned earlier and scrubs his chest clean. I pull off the condom and rise from the bed, flicking it into the nearest bin. His hand circles my wrist.
“I hope you’re not thinking of leaving?” he says, his voice holding an expectant tone. “You’ve spent one night in my bed. I was hoping you’d repeat it.”
“Will you make a barricade of pillows again?”
His smile lights up his face, reminding me of how beautiful he is. “No.”