thirty-eight
N ate was burning.
That was the only explanation for the fire consuming his body. And it was all this beautiful woman’s doing.
His Maddy’s.
Seeing her spread out on his bed like that, her dark hair fanning around her head, her cheeks and chest stained with her blush, made something primal rise in him.
He would do anything in his power to keep her. Starting now.
Nate lowered his head towards her straining nipples, licking one before sucking it between his lips. A choked moan left her mouth as she shuddered beneath him.
God, he could live on that sound alone.
“Do you like that, Mads?” he muttered in a hoarse voice that was altered by his need, never letting up on his deep thrusts. “Do you like it when I play with your nipples?”
She huffed a laugh that was part-torment.
“Oh, you’re such a bastard.”
He grinned, his thrusts picking up in speed to the point where they both had to make an effort to say anything amidst their harsh breathing. But he wouldn’t slow down. He wanted to watch her breath being fucked out of her.
“Why? You said you liked a bit of suffering. Well, here I am, obliging you.” He changed his rhythm into tight, grinding circles that made her throw her head back, a desperate moan ripping out of her.
God, he could stay like this forever, buried inside her, watching her come apart around him, making her his, his, his.
“ Oh fuck . Nate, wh–what are you doing?” She looked breathtaking like that, completely abandoned to what she was feeling.
He lowered his mouth close to that spot behind her ear that drove her mad.
“I’m making you come, my sweet Maddy,” he whispered against her skin. “Don’t worry, you can let go. I promise you, this isn’t over.”
He tightened his movements even further until he felt her clench hard around him, temporarily blinding him with a sharp sting of pleasure.
He managed to keep it together only because he was so focused on her.
On the way her body undulated underneath him, chasing her own pleasure.
On the way a deep, throaty sound tore out of her lips as she rode her climax.
He was starving for her. She was closer than she could ever be and yet he was starving for her.
She blinked her eyes open, finding his gaze immediately, and all he could do was watch her as she lifted herself, first on her elbows and then twisting completely, until he found himself on his back with her straddling him, his cock deep inside her.
Nate both loved and feared the look in her eyes. It was a look that promised him great reward as well as great retribution.
She started moving on his cock and it was all he could do not to come on the spot. Her core was still giving tiny pulses from her earlier orgasm and he felt each and every one of them.
Maddy lowered herself until she was hovering above his lips, just out of reach, making him strain to reach her hot mouth.
Jesus Christ. She was sucking on his tongue while riding his cock and there was nothing else he could do but meet her downward movements with upward thrusts of his own.
“You are so good for me, Maddy. Look at you, taking me so good, so perfect.”
Her only reply was to tighten around him so hard it almost made him lose consciousness. He couldn’t stop his thrusts from speeding up. He was a slave to her body, mindless, doomed to chase her perfect heat, over and over again, until he was ruined.
His hands gripped her thighs and he wanted to get lost in her flesh.
She rose up again, letting her head hang backwards, her body on full display for him, and his hands were powerless not to map her whole, from throat to pussy.
Her movements stuttered, telling him she was close again, and he was thankful as fuck, because there was no way he could hold back this time.
He trailed the tips of his fingers towards her clit, using her wetness to rub her in tight circles until she shattered, hoarsely screaming his name.
He blindly clasped her hips once more, thrusting once, twice, before the world collapsed around him with only her name on his lips.
“ Maddy, Maddy, Maddy .”
His orgasm hit him so hard his vision whited out for a moment, while he continued to move softly inside her, never wanting to let her go.
She seemed to sag against him, and he caught her body in his arms just in time, hugging her to him and turning them on their sides while he slipped out of her. He was already mourning the loss of her.
He made quick work of the condom and was back at her side, lifting her slightly so she was spread almost entirely on top of him. Only then was he able to relax. With her soft breath on his collarbone, her heart beating against his, the heat of her core against his thigh.
There she was again. “My girl.”
She felt her smile against his skin.
“Is that what I am? Your girl?” she muttered, clearly remembering the last time they’d had the same conversation.
He tilted her chin so he could look at her.
“Damn right. You’re mine.” And that was all he said in that moment, when what he really meant was, You’ve ruined me in ways I didn’t know was possible .
Her stomach chose that particular instant to growl at them, making them both chuckle.
“I believe you promised me some pasta.”
“And you would be absolutely right.”
***
A half hour later, they were in the kitchen.
Maddy was sitting on the counter, in the same spot as earlier.
Except now, she was only wearing his shirt, her thighs and bare legs on display.
She was lightly swinging her feet while humming a song as she watched him preparing the sauce.
Nate was doing everything he could not to turn around and drink in the way she looked—soft, relaxed, smiling in nothing but his shirt that would now smell like her.
He gripped the spatula extra hard.
“You know it’s dangerous to cook without a shirt on. Something could spatter.”
Yeah, he had forgone a shirt and just put on his jeans. If she was wandering around like that, he might as well give her something to look at as well.
“Yeah, apparently someone stole my shirt.” He didn’t care. She could take all his clothes and he’d be a happy man.
“Oh, I could take it off if you want it back,” she said, and he could fucking hear the teasing smirk that would be on her lips if he’d only just look.
Sighing, he resigned to his own weakness. He pulled the sauce off the fire, deeming it ready. Looking over his shoulder, he saw exactly what he’d imagined.
Food momentarily forgotten, Nate prowled towards Maddy and didn’t stop until he’d caged her in.
“If you take that shirt off, we won’t be eating for a long, long time.”
“Promise?” she asked, smiling like the devil she was.
He groaned, hanging his head forward.
“Fuck, Mads. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
He felt her hands cupping his face and lifting it to meet her eyes.
She gave him a soft peck on the lips that he felt everywhere.
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” she conceded, dropping her arms back on the counter. “Feed me.”
Nate groaned internally.
Yep, she was definitely going to kill him.
Eventually they did manage to eat. They even managed to eat several spoonfuls of the delicious tiramisu she’d brought. Nate thought he deserved a medal for being able to hold a conversation despite being absurdly distracted.
Except, she was now lifting on her toes to put a clean plate back in its place, and the hem of his shirt was riding dangerously close to the curve of her ass, so for the sake of his sanity he went over to her and put the plate in its place instead.
He thought his sudden presence would startle her but when she looked at him her eyes were full of heat and determination. As if she’d planned this all along.
With a hand at the center of his chest, she pushed him slowly backwards until his back met the cupboards and she gently lowered herself on her knees.
The mere sight of her like that robbed him of reason. All the blood in his body rushed to his cock that throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Her hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling him out. She didn’t break eye-contact as she leaned in, licking the head of his cock like it was the best dessert she’d ever tasted.
Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, sucking him in deep slowly. Tortuously. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, as if he might break something from the pressure.
He watched her greedily as she sucked him and stroked him, liquid lust swimming in her eyes.
Her soft moans sent vibrations through him, and his hand reached for her head, threading through her hair, his fingers tightening in her locks, feeling every movement she made with her mouth.
His grip made her gasp around him, and suddenly this wasn’t enough.
He never stood a chance against her.
Nate pulled her gently off him and used his strength to grasp her arms and lift her on the counter.
Her small frown of confusion turned into an expression of pure desire as she watched him fish a condom out of his back pocket and put it on.
She merely opened her thighs in invitation and he was on her like a ravenous animal.
He was inside her seconds later. There, in his kitchen, with his shirt riding up to expose her wet pussy, and him in undone jeans pumping her full of him. His mouth swallowing her moans as they rode out their pleasure.
She was a hunger he could not satiate, and as they moved together, Nate thought he would never even want to.