Chapter 27 #2
The stretch, the burn…just knowing it’s Nate’s fingers I feel gliding in and out of me, flips my stomach in excitement.
“You like that, babe?” He picks up to a near violent speed, the sound of my arousal is heard over the crashing waves. I’m so wet, it’s almost unbelievable that my body reacts this way.
My toes curl as pleasure overtakes my body.
A tingling sensation spreads through my body, and I shudder, feeling myself barreling forward, but just as quickly, he slides his finger out and he winks.
Bastard.
“Please…” I beg.
He drops forward, obeying, gliding down my body, kissing my sunsoaked skin as he goes. He drags his tongue around my belly button, and my sex clenches at the feeling of the tip of his tongue, tickling my skin, teasing me.
I lift my hips searching for more, when he continues his journey, exploring with his tongue until he hits my clit and I shudder from the jolt that shoots down my legs. His tongue slices through my flesh, and I almost orgasm on the spot.
Every single inch of me is on fire.
My toes curl, and my breath picks up speed. My god, if there is a heaven, this is it.
Nate holds my legs back and goes to town.
I rise and rest on my elbows to get a good look, and my mouth hangs open in awe. His eyes are closed as his tongue licks me with long, hard, but fast strokes, and when he moans into me, I almost combust on the spot.
This is just as much for him as it is for him.
He flattens his tongue and drags it over every bundle of nerves, lingering over my clit, twirling small, measured circles, and my legs begin to shake. My hips naturally rock against his face, and my eyes roll back in my head.
I begin trembling; the need to come is too strong…it’s too soon.
I scrunch my eyes and try to stop myself from bursting, but there is no use. I cry out as he flickers the tip of his tongue again, and I convulse with an earth-shattering orgasm.
Not a second later, I’m flipped over on all fours, and he thrusts his length deep inside of me. Both of us moaning out loud in pleasure.
No lube.
How wet am I?
Nate holds himself buried in me, unmoving, and without even looking back, I know he’s trying to calm himself. I’m not giving him that opportunity.
I rock forward, and before he can stop me, I slam back onto him, causing him to curse out loud.
His grip on my hips tightens when I try to do it again, but it’s not enough to stop me.
“Motherfucker. Madeline. I’m going to come in record time, give me a second.” He reaches for me and maneuvers my chin. “Kiss me.”
He leans forward, his chest hovering over my back, and takes my lips hostage in a possessive kiss. It’s all suction and passion, while he slowly rocks his hips into me.
All too soon, he pulls away from our kiss, and his lips softly trace the back of my neck, then over my shoulder blade, down the top of my spine. His large, muscular hands brace my sides, running up and down my body, stopping at the top to cup my hanging breast, pulling at my nipples.
My body reacts quickly, thrumming with arousal.
When he’s distracted, I push back again, causing Nate to finally lose control, cursing obscenities under his breath.
The boat begins to sway, and between Nate’s now punishing strokes and the rocking, I reach out and hold onto the edge of the boat for dear life.
Nate’s hands travel down my back, gripping onto my hips. He drags me forward and back, meeting him thrust for thrust, the sound ricocheting around us as we find our stride.
This is my naughty Nate, and he was born to fuck. He makes gentle, sweet love to me, and that connection is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. But he was put on earth to rip me in two, and he does a dang good job of it.
He lifts a leg, placing his foot down for leverage, and the change of the angle hits the perfect spot inside of me. “Right there,” I moan.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he cries. “Rub your clit, Mads. I need you to get there now.”
I can’t let go of the boat; the fear of falling overboard is too real. Instead, I clench and see stars. Nate pulls out, thrusts two fingers inside of me, and drags my juices up to my behind, and I freeze.
He rubs his thumb over my tight forbidden hole, and after a while, I feel myself begin to relax and open up.
Ahh…that feels too good.
Too freaking good.
Oh my god.
My head drops, and he impales me. Our skin slaps together, the boat rocks, and his deep moans echo around us. The sudden urge to push back on his finger is so high, I don’t know what to do. But clearly, Nate does.
He pushes his thumb deep inside my ass, and I scream out, shattering around him, gripping him so tight, I’m afraid I might break him.
I’m flipped, like a rag doll, on my back, and Nate reenters me gradually, slowing down the pace.
“Yessss,” he hisses at the aftershocks of my orgasm. “I needed to feel this. You rippling around me.”
I’m like Jell-O, unable to move, but Nate is in his element. He leans forward and buries his head into the crook of my neck, peppering me with small, ticklish kisses.
“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss.
Tears prickle at my eyes as he slowly rocks into me.
His hands are cradling my face, and with more tender kisses, he continuously mutters his sentiments, then holds himself deep inside of me. There’s the telling jerk of his cock, then he drops down and pulls me on top of him, never severing our connection.
“I love you, too,” I say as I kiss his tattoo.
And it’s the truth.
Nathaniel Davenport is and always will be, irrevocably, forever mine.
Nate glances away from the road for half a second to glance back at Skye, who looks ready to launch herself over the seat.
“Skye, give it a rest. She’s mine.”
I giggle when she barks in protest.
“But I’m her mommy.” I reach back and scratch under her chin.
“Please. You have known her for two minutes. I raised her.”
“She’s smart. She has good intuition.” I stretch my neck so she can kiss my face.
He shakes his head, feigning annoyance, but his smirk gives him away; he’s loving this.
The second Nate and I were done christening the boat, Skye appeared like a furry security guard, standing over us and glaring until he let go of me.
Now that I’m in the picture, she’s picked her favorite.
Spoiler: it’s not him.
She has excellent taste.
“Wait until she’s locked out tonight,” he says casually. “When her mommy’s getting it from both ends.” He throws me a challenging look. “Hope she’s there to help you walk tomorrow.”
“I think one finger is enough,” I mumble.
“Mmm.”
“What does mmm mean?”
He shrugs. “You’ve taken more than one before.”
Ugh. Why the hell does he have a memory of an elephant?
“On a scale of one to ten”—I hesitate—“how badly do you want to do…that?”
He grins. “Say it.”
I glare. “Just answer.”
“Say anal.”
“Nathaniel,” I snap. “Are you five?”
“Butt stuff?”
“Oh my god.” I drop my head back. “Forget it.”
After a beat, he answers. “One hundred.”
“What?” I screech. “A hundred out of ten?”
“Pretty sure it’s every guy’s dream,” he says calmly. “And it would be something sexual we experience together for the first time.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip to hide a smirk, then swiftly remember he’s had sex with another girl before me, and it makes me feel sick.
He laughs. “You cannot be jealous of people from twenty years ago.”
“Whatever. You wouldn’t even fit.” I shudder. “Have you seen the size of that thing?”
“Mads,” he says gently. “If that’s your concern, we’d work you up to it.”
Work me up to it? “What does that mean?”
“You’d wear a butt plug, and then we can increase the size as you open up.”
My mouth gapes. He is so matter-of-fact about it. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since your freshman year at USC,” he states with confidence.
“I—” Unsure what to say, I sit silent, staring straight ahead.
“This can’t come as a surprise. We’ve always played around back there. The way your body responds to barely a touch tells me you’d fucking love anal.”
“How would you know if you’ve never done it?”
He puts on his blinker and turns toward the house. “You forgot I have an oversharing brother.”
He’s talking about Leo, no doubt. “Well, what does he say?”
Nate eyes me quickly, and dammit, I hate that I sound eager, because he’s right. If I knew the pain would be minimal, I wouldn’t hesitate.
It does feel amazing.
“Well, obviously his dick is not as big as mine.”
I palm my face. “You really are a child.”
He snickers and continues. “He said it’s clear who loves it, and who doesn’t. It’s not for everyone.”
“What makes you so sure I would? Maybe I only like what you do now.”
“Maybe I’m wrong, but we could try and see.” He pauses. “We can use the small butt plug I bought you later.”
“You bought me a butt plug?” I ask wide-eyed.
This conversation is not how I thought it would go.
He bought me a butt plug.
Oh god, if Mama knew the things I got up to now, she’d be in an early grave.
“I did. After the gala night. I didn’t go hunting for one, but I saw it and bought it.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because the sounds you made when I rubbed against you that night are burned into my brain,” he admits. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”
I glance down. He’s not lying. And somehow, that only makes my pulse race faster.
I like pleasing him.
Always have.
“Okay,” I whisper, watching the mansions blur past. “We can try. That’s all I’m promising.”
He drags a hand over his crotch and lets out a rough, muffled curse, and at the exact same moment my phone chimes through the car. I silently pray it isn’t Corey, not after such a perfect day.
Addie.
Nate’s eyes flick down instinctively, and I hate that I’ve planted even the smallest seed of insecurity between us.
“It’s just Adelaide,” I whisper, squeezing his hand.
I open my text, and instantly my eyes widen when I see the word Cherry.
Discreetly, I glance at Nate, making sure he’s focused on the road.
Addie: “Cherry” is going to be happy as hell.
Addie: She’ll probably want to kiss me on the lips.
What happened? What’s going on?