Chapter 42 – cat #2
I swirl my tongue around the tip, savoring the salty taste of him. Nate strokes my curls with one hand and wraps his other around my neck. He runs his thumb up and down my nape, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, Kitten, you’re breathtaking,” he mutters. “You’re taking such good care of me.”
His praise makes me practically melt against him. I set my hands against his muscular thighs for support as I open my lips around his tip. Flattening my tongue, I slide my mouth down his shaft slowly. It’s hard to relax my jaw enough to take all of him, but today, I’m determined to do it.
He’s earned it.
Pulling back, I slide down deeper and take in an inch more. The hand stroking my hair tightens now, holding onto my curls for dear life. I can feel Nate’s thighs trembling, and I take even more of his cock down my throat.
I breathe through my nose, and my mind goes quiet as I focus entirely on my movements and Nate’s reactions.
I find a slow rhythm that lets me take him a little deeper every time.
The muscles in my throat relax as I lose myself in the moment.
Nate’s breaths sound ragged and harsh, and loud moans escape his mouth every time he grazes the back of my throat.
“Oh god, Cat,” he groans. “I don’t know how much longer—”
I sink down all the way, my nose grazing his abs as I take all of him in my mouth. We both freeze. Pride flows through my veins. I love being able to push past my limits and do this for him.
Slowly, I shift my mouth up and down. Saliva gathers in my mouth, soaking him. My fingernails dig into his thighs as I pick up speed. He’s practically shaking now, and I can feel how much he’s relishing this.
He groans, and I can feel the vibrations from it.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he warns me.
Good. This is all for him—I want to swallow him down. I bob up and down, keeping up the same tempo.
With a roar, Nate roughly pulls my head away from him. I try to break out of his grip and suck him down again, but he’s too strong.
“No,” he commands. “Not yet.”
I whine, and I hear how pathetic it sounds. “But I want to. Let me finish.”
“I know, Kitten.”
He yanks me up to my feet, his hands moving to my waist to steady me.
He kisses me so forcefully, it practically knocks me back.
His lips and tongue are demanding and possessive, claiming.
“But right now, I need to be inside you. I spent half the meeting fantasizing about fucking you on this table, and I’m going to lose my mind if I hold myself back another second. ”
My cheeks heat. He seemed so powerful and collected when he was presenting. It’s hard to believe I was distracting him the whole time, but then again, Nate has always been good at hiding his true thoughts.
I thought that once Nate and I were together, some of the passion would cool off. That seemed to be how relationships work—eventually, being able to fuck your boyfriend senseless becomes routine.
It hasn’t happened for us. We’re still as ravenous for each other as we were back in that New York hotel room. Hell, we might even be worse now than he was then.
Nate spins me around so I’m pressed against the giant conference table. He reaches around me to undo the buttons on my blouse, kissing my neck as he does.
“Color?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
“Pink,” I gasp.
“Good girl,” he murmurs when the last button yields. “Brilliant girl…” as I arch into him. “Mine,” a growl just before he steals a whimper from my lips with a toe-curling kiss.
My skirt gets unzipped next. “I can’t believe you wore a goddamn pencil skirt,” he mutters. “It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”
I can’t resist wiggling my ass against his cock. Only the thin fabric of my panties separates us.
“You’re the one with the sexy secretary fantasy,” I tease with a coy look. “I’m just trying to be brilliant for you. Isn’t that what you want?”
Nate puts his hands between my shoulder blades, pressing me so I’m face-down on the table. I have to get on my tiptoes to keep my balance. He yanks my underwear down to my knees, and the cool air against my damp core makes me shiver.
“You always give me what I want, Kitten.”
He drags his fingers over my wet folds, making me gasp for breath. He repeats the motion and curses under his breath.
“Is all this just from sucking my cock?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Mmmm. Now tell me what you want.”
“I…”
Nate circles my clit with his thumb and a jolt of electric pleasure rockets through my body.
I can’t think straight.
“Come on, Kitten. What do you want. Ask nicely,” he teases, alternating between light, touches and firm ones that have me writhing against him.
But I’m also stubborn as hell. “I don’t beg.”
“You will.”
He has me in the palm of his hand, literally and figuratively. My skin is so sensitive, so attuned to everywhere my body touches his. It’s so good, but I want more and he knows it. More pressure, his fingers deep inside me, anything to relieve the ache growing between my thighs.
“Please, Nate.” I squirm back against him again. “I just need—”
He plunges one finger inside me to the knuckle, shutting me up. I moan senselessly as he curls the finger against a sensitive spot.
“Oh, Kitten, I know exactly what you need.”
He adds another finger, filling me while he plays with my clit.
My eyes squeeze shut—I’m completely incapable of taking in any more sensation.
The electricity inside me is getting hotter, sharper, more intense.
I’m so close, and Nate knows it. I can practically see his smug smirk when he curls his fingers just right and sets me off.
White hot heat overtakes me, and I bring my hand to my mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the moans when I come.
Nate shifts me so I’m sitting on the edge of the table, facing him. He looks at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes.
“You don’t have to hold it in,” he says. “The room’s soundproof. Next time, I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
I nod. I want to give him everything he wants, because he always gives that to me. He softly strokes my hair again before planting a soft kiss on my lips and nudging my knees apart.
“Wider, Kitten. I want to fuck my future wife.”
He positions his hips between my open legs, lining his cock up with my slick sex. We both watch as he moves his head inside me. It’s so fucking hot, but it lights up my nerves that are still sensitive from the orgasm and I wince. Nate puts a comforting hand on my hip.
“Color?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He sighs with relief as he presses into me and then groans. “Fuck, you feel incredible, Kitten.”
He pushes in a little deeper, making me whimper as he watches me swallow him up inch by inch.
“I could watch this all day.”
I lean back on my hands to keep from trying to take control and make him push in faster. I know Nate wants to make this last, to savor watching us connect in this primal way.
We both moan when he’s finally in me completely. Our eyes meet and he slowly starts to fuck me. I can feel myself dripping and making a mess on the table, but I don’t care. Nate leans over me, mumbling words of praise against my throat until I’m seeing stars.
Pleasure builds in me again, and I can feel the crest of an orgasm coming. Nate must feel me trembling and know, because he grins at me.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock, Kitten?”
He gathers my wetness from the base of his cock as he thrusts, pressing his slick thumb against my clit to build the pressure even higher.
“Yes,” I moan. “I’m so close, please.”
Nate’s hips snap frantically against mine, rocking my hips up so his thumb presses harder against my clit with each stroke. It makes my nerves, my entire body, primed to come apart. I want it, but I want Nate to come with me.
I kiss him, pouring all my love and desire into it. Nate thrusts one final time, and I scream his name as my release washes through me. He comes right behind me, his cock emptying inside me as I pant through the longest orgasm of my life.
“That’s it,” Nate croons, holding me against him as I writhe and shatter. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
Finally, I let myself fall back on the table, little tremors still making my body tremble and my breaths hitch.
“C-can we do this every board meeting?” I ask with a lazy grin, and he chuckles.
“That’s a tradition I can get behind.”
The clouds part outside the windows and sunlight streaks in, bathing us in its warm glow as he kisses me long and deep.