22. Jeanie
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jeanie
Test Run Milkshakes
“Maybe I’m taking you for a test run,” I say.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize what I’ve done. I’ve made a decision that will change everything.
My shock and Nathan’s collide in silence. Then, in one fell swoop, the world shifts, and I’m in his embrace. I’m breathless with need the moment we touch.
One challenge is met with another, and the next thing I know, Nathan settles beside me in bed, determined to make me come without ever laying a finger on me. Warmth radiates from his bare chest. I rest my hands at my sides and inhale deeply to calm my racing heart.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispers.
One thing rings loud and true in this quiet moment: I want Nathan to make me feel good.
My eyelids sink shut as I look for the courage to do something for myself. I can give myself this one moment. That’s all this will be. I release a steady breath and nod my consent despite my nerves.
The first sensation hits my collarbone immediately. His heated breath caresses my skin. I inhale sharply when he does it again, not ready for the fluttering thrill that washes across my limbs.
The bed shifts as he adjusts. When I open my eyes, he’s planked over me in a horizontal wall of muscle, deftly defying gravity. No part of him touches me, unless you count the tension dancing between us.
“Watch everything I do,” he says.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Nathan produces a small pink feather. He must have plucked it from the bachelorette party boa that hangs nearby on the bedside lampshade.
He drops the feather, and it lands in the hollow of my neck. In a normal situation, it would barely register as a tickle. But here? It’s the full weight of my need to be touched by him.
I swallow.
Lowering himself, he blows the feather, and it tumbles across my collarbone like a series of fluttery kisses. I inhale sharply and flex my hands. When it drifts over a sensitive spot at the crook of my neck, goose bumps rise and follow its path.
He blows the feather a new direction, and I hold my breath when it stops between the valley of my breasts.
Our gazes lock, and his eyes darken with want. Without breaking our connection, he lowers his mouth to swirl his tongue above my nipples, but never actually touches me .
Watching him act out what he wants to do to my body sends me into fits. And, oh God, I never wanted to be touched by a man so badly in my life. I want my nipples wet and in his hot mouth, his soft tongue stroking my skin while his teeth scrape the straining peaks. When he moans like he wants the same, I writhe, needy and desperate.
“God, yes.” I raise my breasts closer to his lips when he does it again but never make contact. He’s so close. So close.
Nathan explores on, bringing me to the brink when his lips ghost the curve of my waist, causing me to roll to one side and then the other. My toes curl, and I squirm.
Another quick puff from his mouth sends the feather south. Its downy barbs brush across my skin, over my ribs and then my belly button. My body flushes with desire when it lands trapped in the triangle of my sex.
“Open your legs,” he says.
I ease them open slowly because I’ve never been this exposed. He stealthily slides between my trembling thighs. I inhale a shaky breath when he lowers his head.
Without touching me, Nathan’s lips trace the length of my inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire, racing directly to my core. When he does the same to the opposite leg, I pant and squirm with delirium.
“So wet for me already, and so fucking responsive.” He breathes over my center, where the heat from his mouth hits me so hard, it makes my pussy contract, the feather forgotten.
“You smell goddamn mouthwatering too. ”
Embarrassed at this assessment, I automatically snap my knees closed, locking him between them.
“Who’s breaking the rules now? Open wider,” he says.
When I do, he whispers the words, “Good girl,” into my slick core.
“Imagine me pulling these panties aside and tasting you. God, you’re fucking delicious,” he says with a moan.
His tongue swipes so close, I’m unsure he doesn’t touch me, because why else would I be shuddering with uncontrolled need?
“Mmm, you taste sweet, like mangos,” he says in a guttural tone.
I grip the bedsheets as I imagine his tongue slipping into me.
“Open wider. Show me more.”
My knees splay as far as possible.
“Now I can see your perfect little clit. First, I’m going to circle it with the tip of my tongue, and then I’ll flick and suck you until you scream.”
He acts it all out, but that’s just the tease. It’s not until he sucks in the air above my soaked clit and blows a steely rod of air at it that makes my pussy contract, and I lose my mind.
Suck and blow. Suck and blow. Suck and blow.
“Ohmygodyes.”
With my head pressing into the pillow, I grab the headboard. My hips buck toward his face as my clit screams to be touched. He continues his torture, sucking and blowing in a mind-altering rhythm. I slide my hands over my breasts, my hips, and my thighs as my insides coil tightly. I’m thrashing and edging closer, chasing a violent release.
“Break the rules. Break them! Touch me!” I scream, and he grins.
“Say please.”
“Do it. Make me come. Please,” I whimper.
The very tip of a vibrating toy tongue touches my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to descend into utter madness. I release a savage noise, my body stiffening at the pressure rising from the point of contact and building within.
“Come for me. Right now. Come on my tongue and let me taste you,” Nathan demands and drops the toy.
My fingers grip his hair and roughly press his searing mouth to my throbbing center. With his lips finally connected to my clit, he ferociously finishes me off with lips, tongue, and teeth, devouring me through the lace fabric like it’s his last meal.
My release arrives on command, hard, and billows out of me on a raw scream. Shudders race through my body in unrelenting waves, while my frantic pussy pulses against his glistening face.
“Ahh!” My eyelids flutter as I find absolute mind-obliterating rapture. The moment is so erotic and feral, but more than anything, it’s freedom.
When I have nothing more to give, we fall away from each other, breathless. My chest heaves as I stare at the ceiling in disbelief.
“I just squeezed your head so tight with my thighs, I’m wondering how it didn’t pop off.” I rub my forehead.
“I have a very strong neck,” he says.
I laugh, harder than I should.
Nathan knew I’d cave. He was ready. How could I not? If I knew a hot stripper with a magic tongue and vibrator would wash away years of stress and anxiety, I would have done this sooner.
I hadn’t been taken care of by a partner in so long, I was starting to believe I didn’t deserve it. That going without love and intimacy was my punishment for a failed relationship.
When this deep-seated realization hits, my laughter twists into quiet, vulnerable tears.
“Are you okay?” A concerned Nathan shifts beside me.
Frozen, I lie in silence. Maybe it’s shock.
In a matter of moments, Nathan has shown me what I’ve been missing—again.
Roman never had the patience for foreplay. Sex was always a rushed affair, a chance for him to get in, get off, and get out. Every bit of pleasure was for him.
But this? Nathan did this for me.
When I don’t answer, he flips me until we’re nose to nose. Stinging tears prick my eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” He searches my face.
“It’s not that. It’s been a long time since ...” My words drift. I’m not sure whether to be embarrassed or sad. I glance at Nathan from under my wet lashes. He must think I’m ridiculous .
“You deserve to be worshipped.” With his thumb, he wipes a runaway tear.
I shake my head. “You barely know me, and you think more of me than the person I’ve spent more than half my life with.”
“Roman’s blind if he doesn’t see your worth.” Nathan’s expression softens. “But it’s also time for you to see it too.”
“There you go, life coaching again.” A pop of a wet chuckle escapes.
“I say it because it’s the truth.” He thumbs my chin.
My sadness dissolves in his proclamation.
“I have another confession,” he says and tucks me into the spot beneath his arm.
I place a hand on his bare chest and trace the contours of his muscles.
“I’m terrified,” I say softly.
“You should be.” He kisses my head. “During our little naked meet and greet, I remembered who you were. When I worked at the beef stand, I had a huge crush on you.”
“ Pfft . Now I know you’re lying.”
“You’re even sexier now,” he says as he runs a hand over the crest of my hip.
“You can’t stop flirting, even after you’ve had your way with me?”
“I always requested to work when I knew you’d be in the office.” He rushes the words, as if this is proof.
“So you’re my stalker?” I arch a brow.
“Just a stripper with an epic knack for getting you naked.”
I give him a gentle shove.
“You were always crazy smart, hard-working, and so funny. You genuinely cared about people. I told myself, I would make it one of my life’s goals to find a partner as awesome as you.”
“Now I feel awful for not remembering you.”
Nathan reaches for his phone. With it in hand, he scrolls, pauses, and then hands it over.
My vision adjusts. In an old photo, Nathan’s a young adult transitioning into a man, wearing nerdy glasses and a Roman’s Italian Beef T-shirt.
“Talk about a glow-up,” I joke.
“I wasn’t that bad,” he says and grabs the phone.
“You always have pillow-talking to fall back on.”
“I’m glad the test run worked for you. There’s more where that came from.”
He waggles his brows at the same time I hear a new sound, a robotic whirling. In the moonlight, I make out the silhouette of Mini-Wolf’s new attachment, a fluttering nine-inch dildo that extends from his pelvis.