Chapter Fifteen #2
The breath he lets out is deep, and I watch as his gaze darkens
The air between us is tense, warm.
Thick with heat. Nate’s eyes shift as he bites his lip.
“Do I get one of those little plastic honorary fireman pins? If I say yes?”
I can’t help but laugh—really laugh—at his words.
“Do you want one?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs, his smile genuine.
“Tell you what.” I lean in closer to him. “I’ll do you one better.”
Nate’s gaze dips to my mouth, and his expression shifts to one I can only describe as cocky.
“How about I let you blare the horn?”
“Seriously?”
I nod for him to follow me. “Come on.”
Nate is behind me almost instantly as I lead him up the steps and into the truck. I take a seat in the chair and lean back, noting the look in his eyes.
I shouldn’t do this. I really shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. Not when it comes to Nate Barrett.
I pat my lap as I hold his gaze.
“Come here.”
Nate’s grin is the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen. He carefully strides over to me, holding my gaze as he says, “Yes, Sir.”
I have to fight to keep from groaning because the way he says it tells me I’m in trouble in more ways than one. Nate plops his beautiful ass right in my lap and fucking wiggles a bit, and I have to let out a deep breath to regain my composure, but it’s harder than it should be.
And so am I. Nate looks over his shoulder at me, a vicious smirk gracing his lips, and gone is the blushing boy who needed my praise.
“Show me,” Nate says, his voice taking on an edge that makes my skin prickle with goosebumps.
I wrap my arms around him and take his hand gingerly in mine and guide it to the center of the steering wheel.
“You’ll feel a little shake, but that’s normal, okay?
He nods. “Got it.”
I slide my fingers through his and settle his hand on the horn. His skin is soft, warm. The weight of him in my lap is welcome, and I can’t deny how easy it would be to take him like this. Right here. It’s tempting. So fucking tempting.
I lean forward, which drives my cock right against his tight ass, and don’t miss the gasp as I do so.
“You ready?” I ask, placing his hand on the steering wheel. My cock twitches against him, and I have to focus on my breath, the weight of his body, the time. JJ and the guys could be back at any minute.
He shakes his head. “No.”
I note the blush in his cheeks. So pink, so perfect.
But it’s the way he says that word—no. Petulantly. Seductively. I force his hand down, and the sound crashes around us, and he nearly jumps.
“Holy shit!”
I laugh at his genuine surprise and notice the flush in his cheeks as he turns around and looks at me over his shoulder; those long eyelashes standing out against his skin, bright blue-green eyes alive with excitement.
“You want to do it again?” I ask with a grin. Nate raises an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
I move to remove my hand so he can press the horn, but he stops me. He squeezes my hand, biting his lip.
“Show me again.”
It’s the way he says the words, this time a little more confidently. It takes me back for a moment. It’s not a question, but a definitive statement.
And I want to do as he suggests, if only because there is a desire deep within me that wants to obey him.
Nate switches between roles so effortlessly. One minute he’s sweet and shy, needing my guidance, my lead, and the next…
The next he’s telling me what to do, and I love it.
I love not knowing which version of Nate I’m going to get from one minute to the next. It’s thrilling.
“With pleasure,” I say, my voice dropping an octave as I guide his hand over the horn once more and press his palm into the center.
This time, when the horn blares, he doesn’t jump.
The words fall out of my mouth of their own accord.
“You look so fucking cute right now, you know that?”
Nate’s eyes light up and he bites his bottom lip as I let up on the horn.
Nate moves my hand, slowly; as if he’s unsure. I squeeze him and nod.
“Know what a safeword is?” I ask.
He nods. “Do you have one?”
“Yes. Do you?”
He shakes his head.
“I want you to pick a word right now.”
“Can’t I just tell you to stop?”
My heart breaks a little, because I wish it were that easy. But nothing about this is easy. Nothing about me is easy.
“No.”
Nate turns around in my lap, his gaze finding mine.
I want to look away. My insides thrum with panic, because the way he’s looking at me…
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Is that your kink?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
I can’t find the words to answer him, like I should. But my silence is enough.
Nate nods slowly in understanding.
“Kentucky,” he says carefully. “What’s yours?”
It’s the way he asks—curiosity mixed with interest. Like he wants to know.
“Red.”
Nate shifts in my lap, turning around so he’s facing me.
His legs straddle me, and I’m more than aware that any of the guys could walk past us and see us, which only makes my cock twitch.
But it’s the look in his eyes that does me in.
Because Nate looks at me like he gets it.
Like he understands what I can’t say in a way that no one else ever has, and I know that’s crazy.
“So… if you say red, that means you want me to stop?”
I nod, words suddenly difficult.
I watch his gaze darken as I reach out and pluck his lip again with my thumb. “And if you say Kentucky, I’ll stop.”
Nate leans forward and kisses me. I can’t help but return his kiss, needing the sweet taste of his lips, the warmth of his body, the rush of blood pooling to my cock.
I need him and this feeling he gives me.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He lets out a soft moan, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
My hands slide over his ass, and he sucks in a breath, and I slide my tongue into his mouth.
His body relaxes, and he leans back, kissing me with a feverish need as little moans escape him as he grinds against me, his mouth going to my neck. His body fits perfectly against me.
I find his mouth once again and pick him up, making him yelp as I turn him around and place him in the seat, dropping to my knees. It’s a tight space, and not the most comfortable, but I need this.
I need him so fucking bad right now.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice shaking because I’ve never done anything like this before.
Ever. Not here, at work, not in the damn truck! But somehow, my fingers find the button on his jeans and I flick it, needing him to tell me yes.
I need to hear him say it for a multitude of reasons.
Nate nods, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
“Fuck yes, it’s okay,” he says, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me.
I don’t hesitate as I unbutton his jeans and unzip them.
His hardness swells, and I waste no time as I find his cock and release it from its prison, noting the bead of precum glistening at his pink head.
I rub it with my thumb, feeling the sticky, wet arousal and spread it over his cockhead.
Nate’s head falls back against the seat, and he groans.
My cock throbs in my pants, and I have to fight to ignore it so I stay focused and aware of my surroundings. I stroke Nate quickly, building a hasty rhythm. I know he’s close already, and the truth of that thrills me.
He’s so responsive. I want to learn every inch of his body and see what my touch can do to him.
But that will take time, and right now we don’t have much, but I promised him I’d make him come, and I’m a man of my word.
I take him in my mouth, to the back of my throat in one fell swoop and he curses.
But he doesn’t say Kentucky.
So I keep going. I lave my tongue around his head and hollow my cheeks, and then I feel his thrust. He thrusts up into my mouth, and the feeling is intense. His hand finds my hair, and he grips it tight. I double down and move faster, chasing his pleasure right along with him.
“Come for me,” I murmur around his cock.
“AJ…” he groans, his voice full of lust.
“Come for me like the good boy I know you are.”
Nate groans deeply, and barely a second later, I feel his hot cum in the back of my throat, and something flips inside of me.
I keep going. I keep sucking, licking, swallowing every drop that Nate gives me, like it’s the only thing I’ll ever need.
Nate’s body unravels beneath me like thread.
But I can’t deny that what we’re doing here isn’t dangerous, arousing, and exhilarating all at once. He goes limp, and his sigh of ecstasy is a praise I’ve never known. It’s fucking beautiful.
Just like him. I leave his cock in my mouth until he softens, wanting to savor this moment; the taste of him.
Regrettably, I pull back and tuck him away.
Though I wish I could keep him in my mouth longer, the guys will be back soon.
So I zip him up, button his jeans, and just as I move to get up, he grabs me.
I stumble forward, trying to brace myself on the seat, but Nate steadies me as he leans up and kisses me.
Hard.
I tense, not expecting it, or the way his tongue slides into my mouth. He groans, and I realize how close I am.
But I don’t want to come. Not here, not now…
“Red,” I whisper, and he stops.
When he breaks away, I note the way he’s looking at me.
“I’m sorry, I—”
I shake my head. “It’s okay, I just…”
Nate looks at me in question, that innocence in his gaze returning.
“Would prefer not to come in my pants again,” I say solidly.
“Oh,” Nate says, a small smile spreading on his lips.
I let out a low laugh. The sound of chatter picks up, and I know our time is up.
“I have to go,” I say, gently shifting out from beneath him. “And you probably should, too.”
And as I watch Nate Barrett walk away—his perfect, round, little ass swaying with each step, I can’t deny the excitement in my veins.