19. Nathan
NATHAN
Nathan had received confirmation that his brother would be moving into his place during the All-Star break.
Ideal and totally inconvenient at the same time.
Before he’d suggested the living arrangements, he’d imagined spending the entire break between Octavia’s legs in every single room.
Now he wasn’t sure how he was going to manage having her over with him there.
Emma had assured him that Scottie hadn’t seen the interview since they were having dinner before the game.
She relayed that Scottie had, however, commented on how Nathan needed to stop taking shots from just outside the face-off circle because his average was a very specific percentage she couldn’t remember.
Then she had given him a list of exercises Scottie was enjoying along with ones he despised, and Nathan had spent most of the flight home scrolling through sites selling various physiotherapy equipment.
As the plane touched down in Toronto, the weariness of the team practically sucked all the oxygen from the cabin.
They’d come home with a winning record, only having lost one game to the league’s last place team.
Typical, he’d thought while sitting in the dressing room after the game, recalling how their coach had waxed poetically about how they’d have at least one easy win on this trip.
They hadn’t just lost to San Jose, they’d been buried by them.
“Alright boys, optional skate tomorrow afternoon, but I don’t actually want to see anyone there.”
“Karina would murder me if I left the house tomorrow.” Sami laughed as he stuffed his laptop into his bag.
“Her mother is taking the twins tonight.” He popped his eyebrows at Nathan who groaned.
He was fine with knowing the guys had sex lives, but he didn’t love hearing about them, especially when he knew their partner.
“Well, have fun tonight and I assume spending the day with the kids tomorrow.” Nathan shouldered his bag and walked out behind Sami.
“You seeing your woman?”
His woman, fuck he loved thinking of her like that.
“She’s at my place right now,” he confirmed. At least he hoped she still was. He’d told her the flight had been delayed and she’d just said okay.
When he walked into his place thirty minutes later, it was dark and he felt the disappointment creep in thinking she hadn’t stuck around.
But then he walked into his bedroom to find her sound asleep, a book still in her hand.
He put his stuff down as quietly as he could, eyes trained on her while he tore off his clothes, leaving his briefs in place.
After he quickly brushed his teeth, he slid the book out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand before slipping into bed next to her.
The minute he touched her she rolled into him, releasing a little hum in the process, making his cock take notice.
He willed it to behave, to just let him hold Octavia without being that guy who wakes up his partner at some godforsaken hour because he’s horny.
Luckily, his body’s desire for sleep was more powerful than its desire for sex and he relaxed as he breathed Octavia in, welcoming the exhaustion that quickly dragged him under.
Nathan smelled coffee and…muffins? He opened his eyes to muffled sounds coming from outside his bedroom.
The faucet turned on and then off again.
A soft giggle and a scoff followed. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was 9:00 a.m., two hours later than he usually got up.
Throwing the blankets off, he padded quietly out to the kitchen.
Octavia was leaning back against the island, eyes trained on her phone and smiling at whatever she was looking at.
She was wearing a pair of his sweatpants and one of the basic white team t-shirts they got in their season welcome kit every year.
Everything was several sizes too big for her, but he’d never seen her look sexier.
Her head snapped up when he moved toward her, her smile growing bigger, and he watched in delight as she slammed her phone down and launched herself at him.
“Fuck, you look good in my clothes.” He growled as their lips met, his hands cupping her ass as her ankles hooked around his lower back. “I never want to see you in anything else.” He sucked her plump bottom lip into his mouth, earning a desperate little whimper that went straight to his cock.
“Okay.” She sighed, grinding herself needily along his length. “Need you. Been too long. So wet.” She moaned between kisses.
“Where?” Nathan asked.
“Here, there, any-fucking-where just get inside me,” she pleaded, tightening her thighs and making his legs nearly give out.
Nathan set her down on the first available spot, which happened to be the counter, and then wasted no time pulling off her pants.
“Jesus, Autumn girl, look how wet these are,” he said in awe, holding them up for her to see.
She smiled wickedly at him and spread her legs, momentarily freezing him with the view he’d been craving for days. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me since I woke up two hours ago.”
He hauled her hips to the edge and ran his fingers lazily along her slit before bringing them to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked his fingers inside, her eyes never straying from his as her tongue swirled around them. “What do you taste like, baby?”
“Need and obsession.” She practically whined, hooking her heel around him and pulling him into her. “I taste like I haven’t had you inside of me in two fucking weeks.”
Nathan pushed his briefs down until his cock sprang free. “Guess I better fill that needy pussy then, eh?”
Another whimper and his dick pulsed with want.
Reaching down, he brought the head to her opening, circling her lips, teasing her until her desperate little whimpers destroyed his desire to tease.
She cried out when he pushed all the way in with one long, hard stroke, relief colouring her sounds and bringing him dangerously close to release.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” she praised, throwing her head back, her pants matching his thrusts.
He wrapped his hand around her slender neck, holding her in place with just enough pressure to cause her eyes to roll back in pleasure. “You like my hand around your pretty neck, Autumn girl?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “Har–”
“What was that?”
Sex-drunk eyes gazed back. “Harder,” she whispered.
“What do you want harder, baby? My hand”—he squeezed, her groan vibrating through his fingertips—“or my cock.” He snapped his hips, bottoming out, feeling the way her tight cunt squeezed around him. They both had a hold on the other, his was just more obvious.
“Both, please,” she begged.
Nathan applied a bit more pressure with his thumb, squeezing gently and releasing, watching her closely for any signs of distress.
No distress came and he felt the orgasm when it hit, her pussy clamping down around him so hard that he could only slam all the way inside and hold himself still.
His grip around her neck loosened and he circled his thumb around her pulse point as it went wild for him—because of him.
When the tremors stopped, he pulled out and dragged her off the counter, holding her steady as he spun her around, pushing her feet farther apart and bending her over.
Then he slotted himself roughly back in as soon as her cheek pressed against the cool marble, wrapping her hair tightly around his fist.
“Look at the mess you made. I think you should clean it up while I finish deep inside you.”
He wished he could see them from the front, watch her face as she did as she was told, her tongue lapping up the cum that had spilled from her onto the countertop, moaning as he continued his punishing pace.
Unwrapping her hair from his fist, he let it fall across her back and grabbed her hips, pulling her hard against him.
“Oh god,” Octavia choked out, her neck straining as she called to the heavens, her hands gripping the edge of the countertop as she pushed herself desperately back against him.
Nathan was close but didn’t move, holding her in place as he enjoyed dangling on the edge of the crash he was craving.
“Don’t fucking move, Octavia,” he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh.
“Okay,” she babbled, her knuckles turning whiter, body shaking with the effort to hold herself back.
He reached around, sliding his fingers to her clit, feeling her coil as the need to move ran through her.
“You’re such a good girl, baby, I know how badly you want more. How badly you want me to fuck you so hard the people ten floors down hear us. You’re practically vibrating. But you don’t get to move until you come, understand?”
“Mmmm.” She hummed, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, eyes pleading with him.
Her breathing changed, little stuttered breaths puffing out as he drove her closer to the edge. The feeling of her getting close was something he could become addicted to. Maybe next time he’d edge her. Get to feel the way she started to clench again and again before finally letting her go off.
“Come for me, Octavia.” He growled, pulling his hand away from her clit to grip her hips, fucking her with his own needy desperation. The feel of her walls milking his cock so intense he only lasted for four thrusts before emptying himself deep inside her.
He felt her legs give out and held her up, pushing her closer to the counter while he continued to slowly fuck in and out, focused on the way their cum mixed on his cock, wishing they could stay just like this forever.
She whined when he began to withdraw, and because he hated to deny her of anything, he stopped, allowing her to back up until he was fully seated again.
“Needy,” he teased, nipping her earlobe, and loving the little yelp she released. “Now be good for me, baby, and stay put.”
He began to pull out again, one hand putting pressure on Octavia’s lower back, holding her still while he used the other one to drag along his cock and push every drop of cum back in, refusing to let anything escape.
Then he turned her around and kissed her roughly before lifting her back onto the counter and dropping to his knees, desperate to taste them together.
Octavia’s heels dug into his upper back, holding him in place, making tiny mewling sounds as if she was deriving as much pleasure from this little experiment as he was.
He pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, his eyes peering up her body as she looked down at him, pupils blown wide, lower lip trapped between her teeth.
Once satisfied he’d gotten everything, he stood and leaned over her spent body, mesmerized as her lips parted. He didn’t think, he just let the liquid drip through his lips into her waiting mouth.
Octavia smirked up at him as she swallowed, reaching up and dragging him down, moaning in approval as his lips met hers.
If this was what it would be like after a long road trip, he may learn to like them yet.