Chapter 20 #2
“I’ve got this,” I tell him as I slowly lower myself onto him.
He’s bigger than I remember, filling and stretching me exactly as I hoped he would.
His mouth dips down to my other breast, and when his tongue meets my nipple it’s like someone’s pulled a string activating all my vaginal muscles, and they dance as I slide up and down, riding Nate.
My thighs quiver as I raise and lower myself on him, every inch of him filling me until he bottoms out.
A groan rattles his throat and reverberates against my nipple, and I speed up the pace, sliding him into me with a quick and consistent rhythm.
The feeling of him filling me, and his hot, wet mouth on my breasts, is so amazing that I’m already chasing my second orgasm.
“I’m close,” he warns, then he slides his palm against my stomach.
His thumb finds my clit and he softly glides it over that sensitive nub until I’m bucking wildly against him.
I open my mouth to call out his name, but he wraps his free hand around my neck pulling my mouth to his so I’m moaning into him.
I feel my muscles beginning to spasm, clenching him erratically as I continue to slide along his cock, the heat spreading to my core.
Over and over those muscles tighten until I’m not sure I can handle the exquisite pressure anymore, then like a burst of fire, I’m consumed by the orgasm that rolls through me and the way I feel Nate pulsing inside me as my orgasm milks his out of him.
I collapse on top of him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my face to his neck once it’s all over. I stay that way for a long time. I want to go back to that feeling immediately, want to keep having sex with him forever.
Nate cradles his arms up my back and cups my shoulders with his hands, gently pulling me away from him. “I’m sorry that was so quick,” he says as he wraps my hair together into one of his hands.
“Yeah, it was obviously terrible,” I say, which earns me one of his cocky smiles. That was the best sex I’ve had in five years, and he clearly knows it.
“I was afraid Marco and Christian would hear us,” he says, nodding to the wall that separates Christian’s primary suite from this bedroom. “You were not quiet.”
I don’t want to be quiet—I want to have uninhibited orgasm after orgasm with Nate.
Inside me, I feel him hardening already, and he pulls my hair back to expose my neck to his mouth.
He trails hot kisses across my collarbone, then down the slope of my breast until he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard enough that I’m not sure if it’s painful or pleasurable, but my muscles clench around his cock and he groans in response.
He moves to the other nipple and does the same, and my hips slide toward his, taking his once-again hard length deeper inside me. “You’re already ready for round two?”
“Yes, and this time it’s not going to be quick. I am going to worship your entire body, every single part of it.”
“Tell me more,” I say as I slide my hips to meet his slowly, languidly, like we have all the time in the world.
“Well first,” he says as he slides his hands along my sides, from my hips to my armpits and back, “I’m going to clean you up.
Then I’m going lay you down on that bed, drape your knees over my shoulders, and taste that pussy of yours that I’ve missed so much.
” My hips move faster at the thought of his mouth on me.
“Then I’m going to bend you over that bed and stand behind you so I can watch myself slide in and out of you. ”
“Yes.” I sigh with pleasure.
“And I’m not going to stop until you’ve come at least two more times.
” Nate captures my mouth in his, and I kiss him back almost frantically as I start to ride him again, my breasts bouncing up and down as they drag along his chest. The thing with Nate is that the second time he can go for as long as he wants, so the idea of him getting at least two more orgasms out of me isn’t even remotely a long shot.
I’m so turned-on at his proposal that I pull back from the kiss, level him with what I hope is my most sultry look, slide my eyes over to the bed, and say, “Let’s get started, then.”
It feels like my eyes have only been closed for a minute when the squeaking sound of a cranky old door hinge pulls me back to consciousness.
I open my eyes as Marco is quietly closing the door behind him, and he’s two steps into the room before he looks up.
Soft morning light is streaming in from the glass doors, a hazy beam illuminating the floor between us with just enough light for the rest of the room to be visible in the early morning hours.
Marco stops short, literally freezing in place when he sees Nate in bed with me.
His eyes lock on mine in surprise. “Shit,” he mouths.
“I know!” I mouth back, and I can’t contain the smile. I’m lying on my side facing him, with Nate curled behind me and his arm wrapped around my waist over the covers. Nate hasn’t moved an inch so I assume he’s still asleep.
Marco fans his face in mock horror. “I’m leaving,” he mouths and points over his shoulder toward the door.
“No need. I’m awake now too,” Nate says from behind me. His voice is rough and ragged like it always is on too little sleep. I look at him over my shoulder, and with his head resting on his arm that’s curled under his head I understand how he could see past me to Marco.
“You two certainly have a lot of explaining to do,” Marco says, but his voice is teasing.
“No more than you, I guess,” Nate says and Marco stiffens in response. “Relax, you and Christian being together is the best news I’ve had in years.” Nate’s arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back against him.
“I’m going to go make espresso,” Marco says, and normally I’d tease him about how it must have been a sleepless night with Christian, but I refrain in front of Nate. “We should probably all talk about this.”
“This,” Nate says using his arm that was wrapped around my stomach to gesture to the two of us, “just happened. Maybe Jackson and I can have a little time to talk about it first?” There’s an edge to his voice that I know Marco doesn’t miss.
“You’re right,” Marco says. “I was making assumptions. You two should talk first.”
I roll over to face Nate after Marco leaves, and cup his jaw in my hand, loving that I can act on these impulses instead of having to act like he doesn’t affect me. “Well? You wanted to talk?”
“There are so many other things I’d rather do to you first,” Nate says, his gravelly voice rolling over me, and my body responds as if he was touching every inch of it. “But we probably should talk about this. You know where I stand. You know what I want—”
“Tell me,” I interrupt him, because Nate is a master at turning these conversations around on me, making me talk about my own feelings, before I truly understand his. This time, I want to hear it clearly from him first.
“I want everything,” he says. “I want what we had, but better. I want the evolution of the life we planned together. I want yours to be the last face I see at night and the one I wake up to in the morning. Last night I told you I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, and I meant it. I’ll always mean it. Forever.”
I focus on his eyes, the color of a bright, cloudless winter sky as I let his words sink in, wrap them around me like a blanket that can protect me and keep me warm. “I want to give this a try, Nate. But there are so many obstacles.”
“We’ll face them together,” he says and nuzzles his face closer to mine on the pillow and brings his hand up to push my hair off my neck and shoulder.
“But this can’t be a ‘we’ll give this a try’ situation.
We passed that phase after high school. I’m committed—my heart has always been yours, even when you didn’t want it.
If we’re going to do this, we need to go into it expecting that we’ll make it this time .
. . not leaving a back door open just in case. ”
“That isn’t what I meant.” I shake my head. “I just meant that there are a lot of things standing in the way of us being in a relationship. Like my fake relationship with Marco, for starters.”
“I can’t wait to hear all about how that transpired,” Nate says, the corner of his lips turning up. “Later. In the meantime, tell me you’re in this with me.” His voice is sure, but his worry is imprinted on his expression, the way the corners of his eyes pull back and then his pupils flare.
I know that this is my last chance at happily ever after with Nate.
After the night we spent together, I either need to be all in, or I need to walk away for good.
He’s held on, waiting for years already, it would be cruel to ask him to wait any longer.
And the truth is, I don’t even know why I’ve fought this for so long.
Habit, maybe. Pride. Fear of getting hurt again. All of the above.
“I’m in.” I sigh. It feels good to utter those words.
“I can’t fight you or my attraction to you any longer.
” At my words, he grins the arrogant grin of a man who’s been told he’s a sex god.
“Once I knew why you left, I mean, that just confirmed that what we’d had was real, and maybe that it could be again. ”
“I’m not the same person I was back then,” Nate says, his voice firm. “I’ve grown up a lot in the last five years. I know I had some insecurities about you and our relationship . . .” He trails off for a few seconds. “I promise that I won’t be that stupid, jealous fool again.”
I know I should make some promises of my own right now.
But somehow I can’t make them come out my mouth.
I need to tell him that I’m probably leaving the National Ski Team, that I want to move back to New England.
But he captures my mouth with his, his lips toying with mine before his tongue lashes through my parted lips, and I’m overcome, swept away with no longer having to repress my need for him.