Chapter 42
Nathan
S pencer’s quivering in my lap. Her ass is bright pink on both cheeks.
I smack her again, brightening the mark. Her skin is hot to the touch. I wanted to stop four swats ago, but she’s mewling like a cat in heat.
She gasps. “Oh, fuck. Again .”
“It’s supposed to be a punishment. You like this?”
She buries her face in the couch. “No,” she muffles.
“Liar.” Smack!
This time she yelps too loudly. I have to stop what I’m doing and reach around to cover her mouth. “Hush, Spencer. Take it quietly. We’re at the office.” I give her a light, warning swat and she spreads her legs so my next smack lands between her thighs.
As soon as I free her mouth, she pleads with me. “Then hurry up and make me come.”
“Greedy little thing. The other part of your punishment is I’m going to leave you wanting. Next time you say something ridiculous like ‘we’re not together,’ remember how this feels.”
“I didn’t?—”
“Shush. The damage is done.” I guide her off the couch, onto her knees. “You hurt my feelings.”
Her long, thick hair has mostly fallen loose from her low ponytail.
Her eyes are watering, eyeliner slightly smudged.
Her cheeks are glowing red. “Sorry,” she offers.
At first I think it’s genuine, and I mean to tell her I’m only teasing.
But then she opens her sassy little mouth again.
“My mistake. I did not know bossholes came equipped with feelings.”
“Are you trying to provoke me? Isn’t your ass raw enough?”
She smiles like a vixen. “I can take it.”
“Can you? Open your mouth.” I unbuckle my belt. There’s a loud whip when I pull it free in one sweep, letting it drop by Spencer’s knee. “You do the rest.”
Her eager hands are fumbling with my pants button. I flinch when she unzips me, worried she’s going to nick me in her haste. She manages to get my cock free, rock hard, with a single drop of precum dressing my tip. “Deep breath, baby.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, drawing her closer.
After a few fortifying breaths, then one long pull of air, she opens her mouth wide.
I dive into her throat with zero restraint.
Fuck, that’s euphoric. It’s wet and warm, just like her pussy, and my head is spinning seeing her pretty face right there on my dick.
There’s not a part of this woman’s body that doesn’t feel like utopic bliss.
As much as I want to rest here, I pop out of her mouth as quickly as I plunged in.
She sputters and gasps, drool coating her lips. Panting, she demands, “Again.”
“Slow down. Breathe.”
She swallows another mouthful of air, then attacks me with her lips. She’s done this for me before, but tentatively. Her tongue danced delicately around my shaft, like she was afraid of offending my cock. Today she’s latched on and hell-bent on sucking me dry.
“ Slow , slow , slow ,” I beg. She’s fucking me with her mouth like an expert and I’m losing control of the situation.
She swirls around the tip, shamelessly pressing her tongue against my hole.
I take calming breaths, trying to prevent my balls from tensing too tightly, but when her gaze flashes upward, landing on me, it’s too much.
It’s the most arousing sight—her big beautiful eyes tear-streaked from strain, mouth full of my throbbing cock.
But it’s when she moans, mouth stuffed, sending vibrations up my shaft, I have to throw my hips backward.
I slide out from between her lips with a soft pop.
“What?” She wipes under her eyes and sniffles. “You were close, I could feel it.”
“You didn’t come.”
“I thought that was my punishment. Or is your memory impaired at the moment?” she snarks.
I brush the hair away from her damp forehead, and tuck it behind her decorated ear, the pink diamond studs still in place. “You know that sassy mouth drives me crazy, don’t you?”
She nods with a warm smile.
“You’re always one step ahead, something up your sleeve.”
Her smile shrinks a touch. “Am I too much?”
“Maybe for a weaker man. You’re perfect for me.” I fist the tip of my pulsing cock. “Climb on, baby. They were empty threats. I want to feel you come.”
She tugs up her skirt with urgency, drops her thong, and straddles my legs.
I brace her by the small of her back, planting her down onto my cock.
We both moan in agonizing relief. Filling her is so much pleasure, but at the same time, not enough.
Gripping her ass, I try to guide her movements, but her range of motion is limited because she’s trying to hold her weight on her knees.
“Spencer,” I rasp into her ear.
“Mmm, yes, so good,” she mewls, but it’s disingenuous. I know this because when she’s lost in pleasure, her face locks in shock, eyes wide, jaw slackened, like she’s surprised sex is so enjoyable. Instead, right now, her brows are furrowed in determination.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she insists.
“You don’t like this position,” I state firmly, not giving her room to argue.
She rests her forehead on my shoulder. “I feel awkward.”
“Because you’re not relaxed.”
She shrugs. “I’m smothering you like this. It’s hard not to notice. Do I feel too heavy?—”
“Stop.” I shush her. “Get out of your head. You don’t feel like anything but so fucking good. Try this.” I unbend her legs, one at a time, so she’s resting on her heels instead of her knees. I hold out my hands as handles. “Hold tight.”
She lifts up and slams down on me, feeling the full impact of my cock. No words, just groans of pleasure as she slides up and down my pole like a seasoned performer. There’s the look I was waiting for . Her eyelids are heavy, lost in the ecstasy.
“How’s that, baby?”
She answers by picking up the pace, using me for her pleasure. Her low groans evolve into loud shrieks. I thrust my hips, slamming into her hard. Spencer belts out an alarming cry and I have to place one of her hands on my shoulder so I can cover her mouth.
She shakes off my hand. “Sorry, sorry,” she says quietly between gasps, still riding ferociously.
“No apologies,” I remind her. “You ready to come?”
She nods with fervor. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I buck my hips hard, getting deeper than before.
“Sir, sir, sir,” she rushes out.
“Good girl.” I cup my hand over her mouth again. “Now scream.”
I pummel into her with wild abandon, fucking her like a madman possessed. She doesn’t just scream, she bites the inside of my finger, trying to stifle her sounds. I come hard, spilling deep inside as she continues to ride me through my release.
Gripping her hips, I slow her pace as I flinch at the extra stimulation.
“I liked that position.” She settles back on her knees on top of me.
“Me too.” I guide her off my lap to the side, but when she leans down, reaching for her underwear, I kick them aside. “You didn’t finish.”
She blinks at me. “But you’re done…”
“Spin around. Grab the back of the couch.” I fetch a few tissues from my desk before returning. “Spread your legs.”
She shimmies her knees apart, and my cum seeps out of her.
I catch my release with the tissues, wiping away the excess.
She starts to close her legs as if we’re done.
I have to pry them back apart. I sit with my back resting against the edge of the sofa, head between her legs.
Curling my arms around her plentiful thighs, I direct her pussy to my tongue.
She resists. “Nathan, you just came in me.”
“Sit,” I growl out while I spread her legs wide until her warm clit finds its home on my tongue.
The little I didn’t wipe away, I clean up with my mouth, unapologetically.
It’s a new level of intimacy for her, but soon she’ll get used to no secrets, and absolutely no shame between our bodies.
I suck and nibble in rhythm until I feel her thighs start to tense.
Her toes curl against my shoulders, and while she comes quietly, her body dances—writhing, bucking, and riding the waves of her climax.
When she’s done, she collapses to the side, too weak to speak or stand.
I pull up onto the couch. Lifting her head, I slide in beside her, my lap as her pillow. I stroke her hair sweetly, eliciting more of those satisfied sighs and sedated purrs.
“You still mad at me, pumpkin?”
“Yes.”
“What was more offensive? The car or the donuts?”
“The combination,” she murmurs against my leg.
“Let’s go shopping for a car if that makes you feel more secure. One that’s all yours, in your name. Even if you leave me, it’s yours to keep.”
She rolls in my lap, looking up to meet my gaze. “Me leave you ? You don’t honestly worry about that, do you?”
I trail my finger gently from her hairline, over the bridge of her nose, then grazing her lips. “You keep saying we’re mismatched, but I think you’re confused as to who has the upper hand.”
“Why? You could have anyone you want.”
“I’m a selfish man. I want the woman who didn’t give up on me, even when she should’ve. I want the one I don’t deserve.”
Her eyes shimmer with a medley of emotions that she doesn’t reveal with words. She rolls back over, facing away. “When I move into your bedroom today, I want the bigger closet.”
I chuckle lightly, causing her head to bounce. “Steep ask. Something I’d only do for my girlfriend.”
She’s quiet for a beat. Her shoulders rise and fall heavily against me. Then finally…
“I’m your girl, Nathan. I’m not going anywhere.”