Chapter 38
Spencer
I ’m trying to guess Nathan’s next move, but I can’t fathom why in the world he threw one of his nice goose-down pillows in the corner of the shower. Double doors wide open, we’re both standing in the center of his enormous walk-in shower.
He led me through his bedroom, into his impressive master bathroom, which is senselessly large.
The crown jewel of the bathroom is this space, enclosed by frameless, crystal clear glass.
The recessed lighting, dimmed above my head, glows against the thin streaks of gold accents in the floor-to-ceiling tile.
I assumed he wanted us to get naked and have sex underneath the rainfall showerhead.
I don’t like how my hair looks when it’s soaked, but then again, I don’t like being paraded around naked, either.
I’m having a hard time understanding why Nathan looks at me like I’m his prized possession, so wanton and alluring.
But I already pushed him away once because of my insecurities, and it was followed by a miserable week of regret.
I won’t do that again, so I’m plunging into the deep end, letting him take whatever he needs.
“Take your top off and sit down.” He points to the pillow he positioned.
I do as he says, tossing my shirt through the doors so it doesn’t get wet.
Fighting the overwhelming urge to cover my body, I step backward toward the pillow, but Nathan grabs me by the hand and yanks me close.
Hunching over, he buries his face in my breasts, sliding his tongue between my cleavage.
One at a time, he swirls his tongue around each of my nipples, before releasing me.
“Fuck, baby. You really think you can handle me?”
Hand around the small of my back, he draws me closer, his thick bulge pressing against my belly. I wedge my hand between our bodies. Mapping out his length, I stroke him through his pants, base to tip. “You’re big,” I admit. “But I can handle it.”
“Prove it,” he grumbles against my ear. “If you want my cock buried deep inside you, show me you can handle it.” I paw at his belt buckle but he steps back before I can loosen it. “Not yet. It’s going to be so good, Spencer, I promise you. But you need to earn it first.”
“Earn it? How?”
He points again to the pillow, and I roll my eyes. “Make up your mind. That’s where I was headed before you mauled me. You’re getting in your own way here.”
I spin around and Nathan jerks me backward, my back to his belly. He cups my tits and growls into my ear, “I can’t wait to fuck this smart mouth of yours.”
Smack! He sends me off to the corner with a firm swat to my ass. I’m tempted to linger because I want another. Why does that turn me on so much? The impact makes me out-of-control hungry for him. It feels so damn good to be handled .
I sit down on the pillow, my self-consciousness causing me to cross my legs.
He scowls, points at me with two fingers, then splits them open in a V—a wordless command for me to spread my legs. It’s clear sex with Nathan is never going to be lights-off missionary, under the covers. This man is going to be my awakening.
I hike up my knees, opening my legs. His eyes are glued between my thighs as he licks his lips. I want his tongue more than anything. I want to be greedy for once and hold his face between my legs until I’m thoroughly sated, but Nathan doesn’t join me. Instead, he grabs the detachable shower wand.
There’s a loud hiss as he turns on the water, then quickly toggles the showerhead through different settings. He flicks past mist, rain, percussion massage, and lands on what has to be turbo power wash.
After checking the temperature, he flicks his wrist, sending a splash of water in my direction. My face pinches as the warm water hits my body. “What’re you doing? How come you’re still dressed?”
He lifts one shoulder and drops it. “Do you want me undressed?”
“Seems unfair that I’m naked and you’re not.”
“I’ll compromise.” He unbuttons his shirt and discards it near my top, but leaves his pants on. His muscular bare chest and his deeply defined abs, are enough eye candy to distract me for about ten seconds. But then I want to see more.
“Now take off your pants,” I demand.
He sprays me with the water again, snapping his wrist so the burst of water arcs and rains over me. “Watch your tone. This isn’t your show. It’s mine.”
“I’m sorry?—”
“No. I don’t want you to apologize to me. Just be my good girl and do what you’re told.”
I don’t know what game this is, but I love it. He’s so deliciously gruff and bossy. I can’t get enough. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, tell me the truth. Did you come earlier by the pool?”
“Yes—”
With his perfect aim, the forceful stream of water lands right on my clit. “ Ah ,” I wail at the intense, unexpected stimulation. My knees clamp shut and he lowers the wand again.
“Legs open, Spencer. Do not make me tell you again.”
“Okay.” I part my thighs, bracing for more overwhelming pleasure.
“I’m going to ask you again, but this time don’t lie to me. Why’d you fake an orgasm out there?”
My head falls back as I fix my gaze on the recessed lighting.
Nathan is relentless when he wants to get to the bottom of something.
Fighting is no use. “I wanted to make you happy. I can’t come from sex with someone else.
It’s not you, or any other man. I’m just difficult. My body’s broken I think.”
He smirks. “No it’s not.”
“ It is. Believe me… It’s never worked even once. Not even from oral. That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun though. I just can’t seem to finish. But I still want it to be good for you.”
Pressing his lips together, he shakes his head. “You’ve never had a man make your pleasure a priority. That’s the problem. But I’m your problem solved, baby. Watch.”
This time he teases me with the water, aiming for my inner thighs, edging closer and closer to my clit, but not committing. I thrust my hips forward and open my legs wider to give him an easier target, except he’s missing on purpose.
The warm water taunts me. It feels so good beating into my skin. So good, but not good enough . I groan in frustration. “Nathan, please . Put it back.”
“Good girl, that’s exactly what I want.” He takes a step closer, the pressure of the stream more intense now. “Beg me if you want to come.”
“Please,” I sing out shamelessly. “I want to.”
My breath goes ragged, short rasps of anticipation as he moves closer, closer , torturously slow. “Remember, legs open. If you want to show me you can handle my cock, I want you to focus on staying spread for me, just like this.”
I nod eagerly. “Yes. I got it.”
“Yes, sir. ” He lifts his brows. “I’m your boss in the office, and whenever you’re naked. Clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer obediently. Then, I’m richly rewarded. He concentrates the water right against my center, and immediately the tension beneath my navel begins to build. Rapidly. Faster than I can control.
“Oh…fuck,” I groan. I try to absorb the pleasure, grinding my ass and heels hard against the floor.
It becomes apparent why the pillow is necessary.
I’d break my back against the hard tile wall and floor with the way I’m arching my spine.
It’s bearable for about ten more seconds and then the sensation strengthens past manageable.
Whimpering, mewling, crying, gasping… I can’t think.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. Almost there, aren’t you?”
I bunch up my fists, refusing to close my legs. I want to. I’m way overstimulated. My toes have gone numb, my thighs are so ignited, they’re useless. All I can do is sit here and allow the blinding surge of pleasure to build and build until I detonate.
“Oh my fuck ,” I scream. I don’t even recognize my own voice.
I don’t come just once. Hot, powerful peaks of sensation slam into me over and over in rapid succession, multiple climaxes rendering my limbs totally limp.
My knees fall outward, my legs boneless.
Nathan shuts off the shower, mercifully.
A second later though, he’s kneeling in front of me, assailing my still-sensitized clit with two deft fingers.
He flicks at my swollen bud a few times, torturing me with post-orgasmic ministrations. Then, his fingers thrust inside of me. He doesn’t pump into me like I expect him to. Instead he curls them, shifting the tips of his fingers side to side…exploring, searching…
Satisfied with whatever he’s found, he begins to stroke my inner wall causing a new sensation to unroot. A coil of heat unfurls right where he’s touching. Oh no. No, no. “Nathan,” I whimper. “Wait. Stop, I’m going to?—”
Too late.
I’d blame it on the shower if I could, but it’s shut off, dangling in the corner lifelessly, as I drench Nathan’s hand. I clench but I can’t stop what’s happening. I’m helpless as he works my body over like he knew all along what I was capable of.
“That’s it. Such a good job spilling on my fingers like this. Now I know what you look like…feel like…” His fingers slide out and he pops them into his mouth, sampling me. “…and taste like when you come. So don’t ever shortchange me, baby. I need you weak with pleasure every time we fuck.”
Weak, I am. My brain and body are rended.
He catches me before I slump over and cradles my shoulders in one arm.
His other hand brushes up and down my trembling legs.
Tiptoeing up my thigh, he moves in for my clit.
Powerless to fight him off, I turn my head and bite his nipple.
“Don’t,” I simper. “Do not touch me there. It feels so good, it hurts.”
He chuckles, jostling me in his arms. My body feels too heavy to move, so I simply fall against him, knocking him backward.
He steadies his back against the shower wall and pulls me half onto his lap.
Nathan looks down at me with pride and adoration, like I did something much more impressive than sit here with my legs spread while this man set fire to everything I believed about sex and orgasms.
I let out a soft, bemused hum of satisfaction. “It’s kind of funny.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
“In a roundabout way, you’re my first.”
“First orgasm you didn’t give yourself?” Nathan smirks.
“That too. But I mean this was the first time I really enjoyed myself. I didn’t know it could feel like this. Is sex always this intense for you? Or is this new?”
His sexy, alpha demeanor has calmed. Mission accomplished, he goes back to a sweet marshmallow. “Everything is new with you. I think the intensity of sex depends on how much you care about a person. Obviously, we’re explosive.”
I nuzzle into his lap, his semi resting against my cheek. A reminder. “Hey, it’s your turn.” No way he’s allowed anywhere between my thighs right now. I’ll implode. But I can put him in my mouth. I reach for his damp pants, soaked in splotches from the shower.
He takes my hand, stopping its explorations. “Another time.”
“You don’t want me to?” I peer up at him, curious.
He rests his head against the wall, looking completely satisfied even though he never got relief.
“Spencer, I know this is a tough lesson for you, but sometimes it can just be about you. You can be the star and center of attention. You can take what you want without worrying so much about everyone else.” His head descends to kiss my cheek. “This one was just for you.”