Chapter 34 #3
“And I think that’s enough of this discussion. I’m starving,” Javier cuts in, and just like that, everyone snaps out of it, and dinner is served as if nothing happened.
Like my ex didn’t almost drug my love.
Or have me stalked.
What universe are we living in?
I look at everyone, going about their night, totally unfazed…even Mase.
“Claudina Rosa. Dinner time,” Seb yells up the steps.
I look up to see Juliette and Addie, both looking at me with concern. Juliette smiles in a sympathetic way, but I can’t return it.
Nothing is normal about this.
I brought this man into everyone’s lives, and look what it has caused.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” I whisper. “I want to go home.”
Luckily, Nate knows me well enough. No questions asked, he’s up out of the chair, pulling me into his side.
“We’re leaving,” he announces. “Adelaide, are you coming now?”
She rubs her stomach. “No way. I’m salivating at the smells coming from the kitchen.”
“Fine. I’m leaving one of the guards here. He will drive you home.”
She doesn’t fight it; she just nods, accepting the crazy.
Rosa walks in with a bag of Tupperware. “I had a feeling you’d want to be at home.” Then she passes me the bag.
Nate calls the car, and we blindly walk outside and get in.
“I didn’t even say goodbye to my brother.”
“He’ll come over for breakfast in the morning, before he goes home. Don’t worry about it.”
The car ride home is made in almost complete silence. The only sounds heard are the heaviness of everything between us.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
He hesitates, as if stunned by the question, “Mad at you?”
With a shrug, I glance away from his gaze and watch the city lights fly by.
“I can feel the tension radiating off you.”
He sucks in a deep breath. “I’m fucking furious.” His tone shocks me enough to turn my attention back to his face, which is a glowering mask of anger. “But not at you. At the situation.”
We get out of the car, thank the driver, and walk into the building, waving to the doorman as we go.
“How can I make this better?”
He points down the hall once we step into the penthouse. “I’m going to go work out and let off some steam. Then we can watch a movie or something.”
I’m not letting him shy away.
“No,” I say with meaning, taking a bold step forward. “I need you right now. I need you to help me forget.”
He shakes his head. “I’m too worked up.”
“I know.” I lower my voice. “That’s exactly why I need you to take me upstairs.”
“Mads.”
This is how we cope…we need each other.
I take another step, so we’re a whisper apart. “I need this just as much as you do.” I lean in and press my lips to his. “Own me, Nathaniel. Remind me who I belong to.”
I knew that would push him over the edge…
His lips smash against mine, then he wraps my ponytail around his fist, all the way to my scalp. He maneuvers me so he can lick, kiss, and bite his way up my neck.
“You need a reminder, Goddess?” His teeth graze my earlobe.
“Uh-huh.”
He spins me around and pushes me down onto the kitchen island before reaching around, undoing my zipper. He pulls down my jeans next, along with my booty shorts, then gets down on his knees behind me.
I crane my neck to get a good look, and my god, I’ve never seen a hotter man in my life.
His hand goes into his back pocket, and he pulls out his favorite cherry lollipop, causing me to frown in confusion.
He doesn’t break eye contact when he unwraps it or when he puts it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, making a whole show of it.
He drags it through his plump lips, then, to my utter shock, he reaches forward and swipes it through my sex.
My mouth drops open, and his smile turns wicked when he drags it forward and back, before bringing it to his mouth and sucks off all my juices.
“My two favorite flavors.” He winks.
I bite my bottom lip, smirking.
There he is…my naughty Nate.
He places the candy down, then tenderly kisses the back of my thigh, then spreads me open and swipes his tongue through my open flesh. There’s nowhere to grip, and I have to contract every muscle to stop myself from pushing my ass in his face.
He spreads my legs apart so he has more room to bury his face in me, and then begins sucking, right over my clit, a straight shot to every nerve ending in my body.
“N-Nate,” I cry as he sucks hard. “Oh…ahh. Oh my god.”
His eyes darken, never leaving mine as he full-on attacks me.
I drop my head to the counter, unable to look at him any longer; he’s that hot, that just the sight of him will make me orgasm in two-point-two seconds flat.
“Look at me,” he demands, growling against me.
I turn my neck back, just as a pool of wetness drips out of me, and by the smile against my flesh, Nate has not missed it.
His tongue swipes through me, moaning as he eats me, “I love the taste of you.”
My knees begin to give. “Oh no. I’m going to—”
“Stop.” He pulls back.
What? “Why?”
“Because the only place you’ll be coming tonight is on my dick.”
I’m panting hard, trying to hold it together, wishing he’d finish the damn job when he drags his tongue up and stops over my behind.
I tense, then he flutters his tongue over my back entrance, and I hate to admit it feels so good. I hold my breath, watching as he devours me, enjoying every last second.
My mouth goes slack at the sensation, the pleasure, the naughtiness of it all.
This should feel as good as it does.
He’s relentless, and I can’t complain. He slides four thick fingers into my sex, and he really begins to go at it, eating me like I’m his last meal, until he uses my juices to drag back and slides a finger so deep into my behind I moan loud enough the neighbors will hear.
“You like that goddess?” His voice is gravelly; I barely recognize it.
He’s beyond turned on at this point.
We both are.
The arousal between us swirls so quickly, I’m dizzy with need.
“Yes,” I admit.
He pulls back, then stands, panting hard, cupping himself over his jeans. “Upstairs, on the bed, on your knees.” He slaps my ass. “Now.”
Why is demanding Nate so sexy?
I hurry up the steps and get into position, and it feels like an hour later when I hear footsteps behind me.
I look, and he stops behind me. He’s completely naked now.
He reaches forward and palms the globes of my behind. “I need you here tonight, Mads.”
I nod. “I know.”
This is important to Nate, and I knew tonight would be the night we both let go of everything and give ourselves to each other completely.
He massages me, and my eyes close at how good it feels. “I’ll do my best not to hurt you. I’ll go slow. Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
He grabs the lube, uncaps it, and pours it all over my behind. It drips down my crack into my sex and the back of my thigh, onto the bed.
Jeez. How much freaking lube do we need?
He pours more into his hand, and he oils his shaft, stroking himself as he stares at me wide open. He steps up closer, getting on the bed behind me, and slides his fingers back into my ass, pumping me for so long, I almost can’t breathe, allowing the pleasure to take over my body.
“Kiss me.”
I turn my head enough so he can take my lips. That’s when I feel him slowly pull out his finger and replace it with the head of his cock and push forward.
“Ouch.” He presses forward a little more, and I scrunch up my face when shooting pain rockets through my body.
Oh my god.
“Let me in, Mads.”
I try to relax, to control my breathing, but nothing’s helping.
He attempts to kiss me again, but I can’t focus on that, so he moves his lips across my shoulders, over my back.
I want to do this for him…for us.
When I catch my breath, I push back, fighting through pain, encouraged by Nate’s deep guttural moans.
“That’s it, babe. Take it slow, there’s no rush.” He reaches forward, and his oiled fingers rub firm circles over my clit. I feel my whole body relax, then he pushes the rest of the way in.
“Ahhh…”
“I’m in, babe. I’m in.” He kisses me. “Shh. Breathe.” His fingers don’t stop moving, and I’m glad, because I need that pleasure as a distraction.
I take a deep breath after a few minutes.
“You can move,” I tell him.
But I move first, wanting the control, and push back into him.
His deep, pleasurable moans turn me inside out, boosting my ego, so I do it again.
“That’s it.” He grabs my hip with one hand, his other still working my clit, then he slowly pulls out and pushes back, letting me acclimate.
I scrunch my eyes shut. He repeats the movement, but this time he slides in with greater force, and I start to feel the pleasure build.
Oh…that’s good.
Unexpectedly good.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he whispers.
He hisses when I push back again and he begins to ride me, slow, shallow pumps at first, until I’m a panting mess, and the sound of the lube is echoing around us.
Deeper, faster, and yes…oh my god. My eyes roll, my toes curl. Who the hell knew this was so good?
It’s different…much more intense, overwhelming, and the pleasure building I already know is going to rock me into oblivion.
“So good.” I push back, bouncing into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Oh, yeah,” he moans. “So fucking good.”
I smile into the mattress, happy that he’s loving this.
I look back, and Nate’s mouth is hanging open, watching as he pulls his dick out and slams back into me, over and over.
The sight of it must be turning him on, because he really starts to let me have it.
The headboard hits the wall as Nate gives it to me hard, fast, and oh so good.
Oh god…
“Nate,” I cry, grappling for the sheets as he drives hard into me.
My body convulses, and shocks me when an intense orgasm rips through me out of nowhere just as Nate tips his head back, moaning loudly, coming deep inside my body.
He holds himself still, his dick jerking with aftershocks, until we come down from our high and fall over onto the mattress.
I don’t know what comes over me.
The intensity, the pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of love I have for this man, I’m not sure, but tears begin to pool in my eyes.
He pulls me into his body, holding me tight to his chest. “I love you,” he whispers into my hair. “I fucking love you so much.” My chest starts to heave, the stress of the day finally catching up with us. “Shhh. I love you,” he repeats, rubbing small circles over my back. “I love you.”
He holds me like this, letting me break down after the best sex of our lives, for more than thirty minutes.
I lean back and kiss his big pouty lip. “I love you too.”
Our moment is interrupted when Nate’s phone starts vibrating against the nightstand.
“Leave us alone,” he moans, ignoring it, until it goes off again. “Oh fuck off.”
He leans over, and when he looks at the screen, his eyes light up in excitement.
He sits up and jumps out of bed.
“What is it?”
His smile is as wide as his face in pure joy. “Juliette’s in Labor.”