14. Octavia
OCTAVIA
Octavia cursed herself as she struggled to get her dress back on. Why had she come here and then gotten into the bath with him? That’s not something a sane person did.
Neither was showing up at his house when he wasn’t home, she reminded herself.
She heard the water as it sloshed over the side of the tub and hit the floor and then the sound of his wet feet pounding the hardwood as he came after her.
Prey instinct rippled through her, run, it hissed.
But something else sparked to life as his footsteps got closer, need.
A need to be caught. A desire to let him catch and devour her.
A wet hand slipped around her wrist and jerked her to a stop, spinning her around and slamming her into the wall, his hand cushioning her head from the impact.
Nathan stared down at her, breathing heavily, the gold flecks that she’d reluctantly noticed in his eyes burning like embers.
She should be terrified right now or spitting mad that he’d manhandled her like this. She was anything but.
“Why did you come here tonight?”
She glared up at him, her legs spreading involuntarily as he moved closer, his thigh pressing against where she had been desperate for him to touch her since that first call. “I don’t know.” She felt the water seep through her dress. Jesus, he was soaked and very naked.
“You came all the way to my home to wait for me in the dark without knowing why?” He pressed his leg in harder and her hips rocked up, her head falling forward when that first spark of relief snapped inside her.
His hand wrapped around her neck, forcing her head back up.
He didn’t say anything, just leaned into her more, his cock pressing into her abdomen.
She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth. Wanted him to pick her up and slide into her. Wanted to be closer.
“What do you want, Octavia?” He growled low, right next to her ear, making her breath falter as she ground down harder on his thigh.
He released a humourless laugh. “Ah, because it’s not what you want is it?
It’s what you fucking need.” He slid his hand between his thigh and her.
“Fuck, baby, you didn’t even put your panties back on.
Unless…” His fingers curled into her, making her gasp.
“You weren’t wearing any to begin with. Did you walk into my home without wearing any, Octavia?
Did you want me to walk in and fuck you immediately? ”
He loosened his grip and she nodded.
“I want to hear you say it. Say you wanted me to fuck you.”
“I wanted you to fuck me,” she gritted out as his fingers continued to push deeper into her. “Want you to fuck me,” she amended.
“Was that so goddamn hard,” he said before kissing her roughly, pushing her harder into the wall. He ripped his hand away and bunched her dress up to her waist before lifting her, trapping her against his chest and the wall.
He stilled, his eyes searching her face. “Do you want me to get a con—”
“No,” she blurted, shaking her head. “I trust you. I want you just like this. Just us.”
The head of his cock slid along her slit, testing the waters, almost daring her to reconsider. All she did was pull his mouth to hers, squeezing her legs tighter around his hips. She felt him slip in, felt his breathing change as he slid into her.
“Fuck, Autumn,” he stammered as his arm slipped down to her waist, holding her in place against him.
“Don’t fucking move,” he whispered against her lips.
“You feel too good, so fucking good, baby.” His teeth sunk into her bottom lip, the sting travelling all the way to her clit.
“Did you know, because of you, walls turn me on now? I see one and I think how fucking good you’d look against it, taking my cock, my fingers.
How good you tasted when you were riding my tongue, your legs hooked around my shoulders, suffocating me with that gorgeous cunt. "
She felt him begin to slide out and tightened her legs, silently urging him to stop the retreat.
He thrust back in without warning and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again before ripping his mouth away, breathing hard. Nathan rested his forehead against hers, their frantic breaths mingling as he set a blistering pace.
“So. Good,” she choked out, her words coming out in a staccato pattern.
All at once she felt herself pulled back against him, and they were moving as he carried her back to his bedroom.
“Octavia,” he warned as she squeezed around where he was still deep inside her.
“Hurry u—” The word was lost as her back hit the bed, his big body nearly landing on her.
“You want me to be fast, Octavia?” He thrust into her so hard her answer never made it past her lips.
“Or do you want it…” He withdrew agonizingly slow.
“I can feel every goddamn inch of you like this. You know what you feel like?” Yours, she thought but clamped her mouth shut.
“Perfection,” he said, looking down at her, his face softer than it had been in the hall.
He knelt back on his heels, dragging her hips up his thighs and pushing her dress up and over her chest. He tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts, and she sighed at the relief of not having her nipples rub against the fabric.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out, tweaking each nipple between his fingers as he began to roll his hips slowly.
Octavia’s head lolled to the side, her arms spread wide, hands gripping the duvet.
He slowed his pace again and when she looked up at him, his eyes were glued to where he was pumping inside of her.
A look of awe on his face like he couldn’t believe what they were doing.
Nathan’s hand left her breast and her little whine turned into a whimper as he slid his fingers along her clit, her hips bucking as his fingers matched pace with his cock.
“You stretched around my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Nathan said as he pulled back slowly. He dragged his eyes up from where they were connected. “Only one thing could top it.”
Her question was swallowed by his kiss and then forgotten as her orgasm hit.
Nathan’s hands found their way to her hips and he pinned her in place as he set a new punishing pace.
He collapsed on top of her when he came, his teeth latched to the nape of her neck, his fingers still digging into her hips.
She’d feel all of this for days she had no doubt.
“I want to stay like this for fucking ever,” he murmured against her skin.
She giggled. “Fine by me,” she said, turning her head and capturing his mouth.
Eventually Nathan pushed up, still buried inside her, he held himself as he withdrew slowly, pushing his cum back in like he was marking his territory.
His, Octavia let herself think for one glorious, confusing moment.