Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
PAIGE
“That was a long night,” I say, wiping down the bar.
Nate pulls the shades over the windows and double-checks that the door is locked. It’s our usual closing routine. But tonight, things are different.
He disappears into the kitchen, side-eyeing me the whole time. A smirk graces his lips.
A zip of excitement races down my spine as anticipation sets in. Anticipation for what, exactly, I don’t know. But something is about to happen. I feel it.
I toss the rag I was using on the bar top into the bin on the floor. What do I do now? Usually, I’d shout at Nate that I’m leaving, and then I’d walk out the back door. But I’m going home with him now. How does this work?
We haven’t closed the bar down together since I moved in with him. Either one of us has been here or he’s had Murray do it.
I walk around the end of the counter and mosey around the room. Chairs are on top of the tables so we could mop. The lights are off except for the light bar over the mirror on the back wall.
I come to a stop next to the pool tables just as Nate walks back into the room. There’s a confidence in his movement that could be construed as arrogance if you didn’t know him. But I do know him, and I know what’s about to happen.
My breathing stalls as he gets closer.
Instantly, my body tightens, ready for the experience he promised me days ago. It’s never happened. Ryder has been home. And on the one afternoon, he wasn’t, what started as a bath ended up in a deliciously slow oral exchange that I still think about.
“Have you ever played pool?” He walks by me, brushing against my side. His finger hooks the side of my shorts as he goes.
Pool? I don’t want to play pool, Nate. Come on.
“Not really,” I say, trying not to be frustrated with him. “Once or twice in here just messing around. Why? Do you want to teach me?”
He takes two sticks off the rack. “Get us a couple of drinks, and we’ll see what you’re made of.”
I was joking. I don’t want him to teach me how to play pool.
I want him to bend me over a chair. Pull my hair. Slap my ass and make me scream. I want to know what he’s capable of. I’m desperate to see the other side of him.
“Okay,” I say as cheerfully as I can and head to the bar. It takes everything I have not to flip him the bird as he chuckles softly.
I make two rum and Cokes, although I want a shot of tequila. Nate watches me the whole time.
His gaze is heavy—intentional. The entire room is heated from his stare. The unknown eats at my restraint. What is he going to do? Is he going to do it now? Here? Is he going to torture me with freaking pool?
He smiles. He’s doing this on purpose.
Two can play that game. One probably better than the other, but I’m still tapping in.
I squat down and remove my bra. My nipples press against the white tank top. I couldn’t have planned it better if I had tried. I stand with my back to him and gather a few cherries into a bowl.
I take a deep breath and gather myself, ignoring the way my stomach tightens at the thought of what I’m about to do.
Breathe, Paige.
Grabbing the drinks, I walk around the end of the bar.
Losing the bra was worth it. Nate’s eyes widen, darken, as he watches me near him. He licks his lips slowly.
Dammit.
I set the drinks on a table but keep the bowl of cherries in my hand. Nate leans against the pool table and smirks. We’ll see about that.
My heart pounds as I wonder vaguely if I’ve let my head, in this case, overload my ass.
Let’s hope not.
I saunter his way and stand inside the v of his spread feet. “Want one?”
He opens his mouth. I press a cherry between his lips and pull the stem away. He sucks it into his mouth, never taking his eyes off me.
I pop one of the bright red fruits between my lips and make a show out of closing them over it. His eyes darken even more.
His hands grip my hips, digging into the skin just above my waistband. Fingers flexing, he holds me in place as he watches me.
I grab the back of his head, lacing my fingers into his hair, and guide him toward me.
It takes little effort to bring his lips to mine.
His mouth opens, giving me the access I’m looking for.
We kiss slowly—tongues lazily gliding across one another.
When I pull away, it’s obvious it’s too soon for his liking.
He raises a brow and then takes the perfectly tied cherry stem from his mouth.
My body tightens, begging for him to touch me like I know he can. But he doesn’t.
“That’s impressive.” His words are controlled. Precise. His tone is low and gravelly, the vibrations lick at my core. “What do you want, Paige?”
My mouth goes dry. A flurry of goose bumps scatters across my skin as I look up into his eyes.
“I want you to fuck me.” Is that not fucking obvious? “You promised me that you would. I want it. Now.”
“Who am I to tell you no?” He grins mischievously. “Unbuckle my pants.”
I set the cherries on the table and then reach for him. His cock is already strained against the denim. Breathe. I make quick work of his belt and the button, then carefully tug his zipper all the way down.
Slipping my hand into his boxer briefs, I free his cock. He pushes his pants over his hips as I stroke him.
“Now what?” I ask, batting my lashes.
“Get on your knees.”
I drop onto one knee and then the other. Running one hand up and down his shaft, I lightly stroke his balls with the other.
He widens his stance.
“What do you want now?” I ask.
“Suck it.”
I place a kiss next to his cock. He shivers as I drag my tongue over and up his length. I swirl my tongue over the tip, wiping away the precum gathered at the tip. Instead of doing what he expects, I flick my tongue gently across the underside of his length. He flexes, moving his hips as he groans.
The sound causes my stomach to clench, begging for attention. But not yet. I’m going to finish what I started.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, swiping over the spot that makes him shudder.
He hums. “Don’t get used to being in control.”
Never letting my eyes lose connection with his, I take him into my mouth. A rush of air escapes his lips as I roll my tongue around the head of his cock. Once I’m sure it’s nice and wet, I pull back and blow across it.
“Damn you,” he growls.
I laugh. “Following orders.”
Pressing kisses down his cock, I lick the underside on the way back up.
“Are you going to come in my mouth?” I ask him, dragging my tongue over the tip again.
He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling the roots hard enough to get my attention. “You are driving me crazy.”
“I love it when a plan comes together.”
I grin and then give him what he wants. I wrap my hand around his shaft and take him in as far as I can without gagging. After finding a rhythm, I cup his balls and massage them gently.
He bends, reaching his hand down my shirt, and cups one of my breasts.
I swirl the head, spit dripping down him, and smile. Then I plunge his cock down my throat again.
A shock bursts through me, only pooling my desire even more.
“Fuck, Paige,” he says.
I sit up a little more so I can take him farther. With both hands in my hair again, he guides me up and down.
I’m so wet it’s painful.
“This is so good, baby,” he says, struggling to get the words out. “Too fucking good.”
I hum against him. The rumble causes him to groan.
He thrusts into my mouth, his thighs tensing and his breathing quickening. The head of his cock swells as my eyes start to water.
“If you don’t want come in your mouth, pull back,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I pump him again as the first shot of hot liquid hits the roof of my mouth. He gasps, his hands tightening in my hair, pushing my mouth down on him. Another shot pours down my throat.
The veins in his cock pulse with every shot of semen. He moans something unintelligible, his neck stretched and Adam’s apple bobbing.
It is, by far, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I ease my grip and slow the motion as he releases my hair. After a final swipe of the head with my tongue, I sit back.
“That’s the quietest you’ve ever been,” he says, catching his breath.
“I’m also the wettest I’ve ever been.” I lick a streak of orgasm off my lips. “So can you please do something about that?”
My sex quivers, aching so badly that I’m not sure I can even be touched. But as Nate shoves the pool balls out of the way and the sound ricochets through the empty bar, I know there’s no other way.
He has to touch me.
With rough yet gentle hands, he picks me up and sets me on the edge of the pool table. He guides me so that I’m lying back with my ass at the rim. He bundles my skirt at my waist … and then sees I’m not wearing panties.
He raises his eyes to mine. “You’ve been here all fucking night with no panties?”
I grin. “I wanted to be ready in case you wanted me.”
He slides a finger inside me. “If I hadn’t just come harder than I ever have, I’d be coming again right now.”
“Well, in lieu of that, I’d like to come.” I smile. “Please.”
He licks the inside of my thigh that’s coated with my need for him. Then he presses a kiss almost but not quite close enough to my clit.
“Nate,” I groan. “Come on, dude.”
He laughs. “Dude? Really?”
Reaching behind him, he picks up a cherry. He grins, holding it by the stem and dragging it through the folds of my sex.
I can feel the sticky juices drip from the berry to mingle with my own.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy? Like, is that the point? Because if it is, you win. Winner, winner chicken dinner. Now eat me like one, dammit.”
He laughs, tracing a path with the cherry up my slit and back down. “You are so impatient.”
“Well, this doesn’t feel good. I’m communicating with you about my needs. I am not happy. I want you so bad it hurts.”
He grins. I do not.
My body screams for a release. I’m fevered. Tense. Desperate for him to put his mouth on me.
I reach for my clit, but he snatches my wrist well before I get anywhere near my destination. With my hand in his, his eyes glued to mine, he holds the cherry up in the air.
Holy shit.
He drops the fruit into his mouth and smiles.
“If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to do it myself,” I say.
“Not sure how you’re going to do that since I’m in control here. Also, as much as I would love watching you get yourself off, that’s my job.”
Just as I’m about to protest, he spreads my thighs wider. Once I’m completely open to him, he buries his face between my legs.
I yell, my head hitting the table as I fall back, succumbing to the intensity of his face against my throbbing clit.
He licks and sucks, flicking my pulsing nub like I did his cock earlier.
“Nate!” I almost scream. “Damn!”
I need a release. I need it so bad that I’m desperate.
His tongue flattens against me, allowing me to grind against his mouth.
“This feels so fucking good,” I say through clenched teeth. “I’m going to come on your face.”
He chuckles, shoving two thick fingers inside me.
“Fuck!” I scream.
The pressure is my undoing.
He twists and pulls his fingers from my body, continuing to thrust over and over as my orgasm crashes over me.
I grab his head and hold it in place as he licks, kisses, and brings me back to earth.
I sag as he removes his fingers and pulls his face back. His mouth and cheeks glisten, coated with my wetness. If he’s bothered by it, I wouldn’t know. The grin on his lips says otherwise.
“That was a good cherry too.” He winks at me. “Was that good for you?”
“Yes,” I mutter, too depleted to say anything else.
He chuckles, wiping his face with a napkin. “You’re not done yet.”
I lift my head and look at him like he’s crazy. “No. I am.”
He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. My legs are weak, my knees wobbling as I find the balance that I lost somewhere between the cherry and his tongue.
“You wanted to be fucked. I’m fucking you now.”
I jam my thumb over my shoulder. “But …”
His grin is wicked and devilish. “That was foreplay.
“Nate …”
He guides me to a bench by the dartboard. “Bend over, ass up.”
He can’t be serious. But when I look at him, he is. Very.
His cock in hand, already hard, he’s rolling a condom over his length. Where did that come from?
He grips my waist and positions me over the bench. The leather is cold against my stomach. My eyes are so heavy I close them.
I feel Nate come up behind me. I feel him spread my legs with his foot. I feel his hand on my ass, caressing the cheek.
Then I feel him.
The head of his cock parts me open. His hand comes down hard on my behind just as he thrusts deep inside me.
“Shit!” I yelp, fully awake.
He pulls back and then presses in long and hard.
The sensation is intense. It’s hard and hot and burns in a way that I know I’ll now crave.
There is no ease, no gentleness—no getting me used to him. He takes me in an animalistic way. Dominant.
He grips my hip so hard that his fingers bite into my skin, and I wonder if his prints will be there in the morning.
“I like it!” I shout. “Oh, fuck.”
I squeal as he takes me even harder, winding his hand through my hair and tugging backward. My throat is flexed, totally exposed, and for some reason, that makes me feel even more vulnerable.
His balls hit my clit as he finds the tempo that works for him.
It hurts to swallow. It hurts to yell. His balls smacking against my clit burns like hell.
“Fuck,” he moans, thrusting as far as I’ve ever taken him. His body shakes behind mine as his cock pulses another orgasm. I squeeze him as I find mine.
Finally, his grip eases, and he relaxes. Then he pulls out.
I fall forward into the bench, gasping for air. There’s no way I can stand.
Sweat dots my brow as I struggle for a breath and will my vision to return.
Nate bends down and scoops me up, my legs over one arm and my back supported by the other. When I look up, sweet Nate is back.
I lay my head against his shoulder. It shakes as he chuckles.
“Was it all you hoped it would be?” he asks.
I try to nod and answer him verbally, but neither really comes across.
He presses a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to take you into my office and clean you up before I take you home, okay?”
“I can’t move.”
He kisses me softly again. “I’ll take care of you.”
As he turns toward his office, I grin against his skin. Because I believe him. And that feels better than anything in the world.