52. Nate
FIFTY-TWO
NATE
Something happened between Max and Rosy last night. He was almost late to dinner, and he was back to the annoyingly bouncy shit he is and smelling of her raspberry scent.
And her pussy too.
I know what she smells like, what she tastes like. As he sat next to me, I could smell it on him.
Fuck, it made me jealous. I want to smell like her.
I can almost scent her now.
“Hey, you.”
A kiss lands on my neck, and Rosy presses against my back as she leans in for a kiss on the other side too.
I pause mid bicep curl. “Come here. I want one on my mouth. I missed you, little tease.”
She gives me the kiss I asked for, lingering but not enough to satisfy my craving for her. As if anything short of forever and all the time can.
“Missed you too. Do you want me to wait for you to finish so we can walk together?”
I nod to the opposite bench. “Sit, I’m almost done.”
I keep my gaze locked on her as I continue my reps. She squirms, and when I smirk, she blushes and looks away.
“You’re happier today.”
Her knee bounces, and she nibbles on her lower lip before answering. “Max and I talked.” She glances at me, and I nod. “He…wants to give things a go between us. Dating.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I think so. My feelings for him never disappeared, and being friends is too hard.”
“He hurt you.”
She huffs, her arms wrapping around her middle. “I know. And I’m afraid that he’ll do it again.”
If I could keep her safe, fuck, I would. But the world isn’t set up to allow me to protect her from everything. No matter how much I want to control it all for her.
I also don’t want her to hold back and be sad. “Bry could hurt you. You could hurt me. Life can hurt.”
“I know. I’m serious about you. It’s easier because I know my thoughts.”
My chest inflates at her assurance. My little tease wants me almost as much as I need her.
“Communicate. He’ll do whatever you need.”
She blows out a breath. “Okay. I’ll try.”
The burn from the workout rolls through me as I lie across my bed, face down and stretched out. I need a moment before I shower.
Walking with Rosy tonight felt fucking good.
She felt lighter, and we spent the time chatting about random shit.
Although I feel uncomfortable that I clammed up about my family.
Whenever she asks, I brush her off or redirect the question.
She hasn’t seemed pissed about that yet. But I know I’ll need to talk.
At some point.
My gut clenches at the idea of Rosy finding out how weak I was around my mother. How small she made me, controlling her love and making it conditional. At least by cutting her out of my life, I don’t have to worry about her hurting Rosy.
The bed dips behind me.
I recognise her scent as she crawls up behind me and presses her weight into my back. She slowly licks the sweat off the side of my neck, and my cock twitches in my shorts.
Fuck.
Her arm glides around my waist, and I roll us onto our sides. Her huffed noise as she lands on the bed tickles my back. Her hand slips to my cock and grips it hard through my shorts.
“Little tease.” I grind into her hand.
She slips it under my waistband, her grip cool against my flushed skin, and I soak up the feel of her touch.
“Let me play with you, please?”
I can’t deny her request and only manage a low groan as her strokes get bolder, her hot breath hitting my back with every pant.
The desperate need to drive my cock into her heat rises, filling my body with tension; the need to thrust pulsing loudly in my head.
Somehow, I fucking resist and hold myself still so she can explore me as she wants.
Her hand slides down to the base, giving my girth a firm squeeze before she tugs; the sensation pulls another grunt out of me. She grips the sensitive head and spreads my precum across the rest of my dick. I fist the sheets.
“Finish playing, little tease. I want you on your hands and knees as I bury my face in your sweet, wet pussy.”
Rosy inhales sharply, grinding her pelvis into me, then gives my desperate cock a final squeeze.
“Yes, yes, please,” she whispers.
Flipping over, I immediately cover her body, bracketing her head with my arms as I dart forward, taking her mouth in mine, dominating it.
Tastes so fucking sweet.
Her hands try to tug me back to her mouth as I pull away. Her lips are deliciously wet and swollen.
My palms curve around her hips, and I turn her over, bracing her on her knees, then shoving her leggings and underwear down to her knees.
She’s glistening.
I dive in and lick from her clit up to her back entrance, groaning as I finally devour her taste again. Her body shudders when I circle her, again and again, not wanting to miss a single fucking drop.
Rosy arches, pushing back into me as soft pleas fall from her lips. She wants more, so I give it to her, driving my tongue inside her hole.
“Please, please, please. Nate. Don’t stop,” she chants breathlessly, grinding against my face. Her arousal drenches my tongue.
I give her what she needs, raising a hand and strumming my thumb against her swollen clit, not letting up on tongue-fucking her, even as the moisture leaks from my cock. It’s fucking desperate to get inside her and coat her with me.
She’s so close, tensing around me.
“Give it to me. Come in my mouth.”
“Just there. Don’t stop,” she pants when I push harder against her clit.
She flutters around my tongue, making a low whining noise as she comes, coating my mouth with her.
I drink it all, because it’s fucking mine.