Chapter 71 No Media. No Mercy #2
“Fuck,” Nate grunted, taking his cock in his hand to line himself up. She felt the pressure of his head nestle into her, felt the way he stroked himself while he waited, like he couldn’t believe this was about to happen but he was super grateful for it anyway. His arctic gaze flicked up to hers.
“You sure?”
Holly could hardly breathe. She absolutely had no fucking words. She could feel how wide her eyes were as she stared back at him, pulling breath after breath into herself like she wasn’t sure her breathing would settle ever again. And then she dug deep.
“Please Nate,” she begged. “Don’t make me wait.”
He exhaled, hard, like those words were suddenly tattooed on his heart. He buried himself in her with one fluid, desperate thrust, both of them moaning in tandem as he sank himself into her heat like it was the only place he’d ever meant to be. Exactly where he belonged.
“You’re so goddamn tight,” he gasped, staying still for a second like he wanted to memorize the sensation. “Still so fucking perfect for me…”
“God, I missed the way you fill me,” she marveled, voice caught between disbelief and adoration.
Her body arched into him on instinct, thighs squeezing around his waist, slick heat drawing him deeper.
Her head tipped back against the door, eyes fluttering closed as he started to move inside her.
Slow, thick, intentionally devastating. “You’re like a rock. ”
“I’ll always be this hard for you.” Another thrust. Deeper. Harder. “Doesn’t matter how many times I come. Doesn’t matter if we’re in a bed, or a shower, or back here before a fucking Paso. If you’re around? My cock’s yours.”
Holly gasped, clenching around him needily, moving her hips to fuck him back like she was trying to claim him. No games, no teasing. Just pure, filthy, soul-deep fucking.
“Fuck yes,” she said, desperate for him. “I’ll always be craving your perfect cock, handsome.”
“Jesus, Holly.” A low, possessive sound rumbled out of his chest and vibrated between them.
His hands gripped her thighs hard, anchoring her against the door as he drove up into her, hard enough to shake the wood in its frame.
She knew it wasn’t subtle. She knew people would hear, and she didn’t give a single fuck.
Because it was building. Every thrust was precise and pounding, as though he was trying to imprint himself into her very bones.
She could feel how wet she was every time he ground himself into her further than she ever thought he could get.
A flutter rolled through her and she moaned, and she could tell by the way he slammed into her harder that he knew exactly where she was at.
“Come on, Martinez,” he coaxed her through clenched teeth, grinding up so that the motion grazed her clit. “Come for me, baby. Show me how bad you need me…”
She whimpered, clinging to him, head tipped back and tits jiggling with the force he slammed into her with. He grunted, reaching between them to find her clit and circle fast with soaked fingers, matching his own rhythm until she was trembling, fighting to hold on.
“Fuckin’ come for me, Holly,” he commanded, voice like crushed ice right in her ear. “Right now. All over this cock you love so much.”
He kissed her, messy and full of tongue, one hand gripping her jaw, the other still working between her thighs. He claimed her with every thrust of his hips, every circle of his fingers, every flick of his tongue.
And then she couldn’t stop it. Her orgasm hit her like a bus, and she cried out, shuddering into him with her hips bucking like she couldn’t take any more, but he didn’t let her off that easily.
Nate rode her through it, keeping the same pace, the same pressure…
but his mouth? Oh… his mouth absolutely fucking escalated.
“God, you’re amazing… yeah, just like that, princess. Fuck, you feel like you wanna milk this cock, Holly. You look so beautiful taking this, riding me while you just keep on coming…”
Holly grunted with the effort of staying in the moment.
It was so intense, so dangerously wonderful that people in the hallway were absolutely gonna hear them.
And then it felt a little too intense. She felt full, heavy in a way that had nothing to do with how well he filled her.
And then she felt like she was about to embarrass herself and pee all over him.
“Nate,” she gasped, eyes still closed, brow drawn down in a tiny frown.
“You’re okay,” he soothed. “I’m here, baby… just ride it out…”
She didn’t think he understood. Didn’t think he knew what she was feeling, but his voice was so calming as he kept rocking up into her, so she took a deep breath and just relaxed.
And that’s when it happened.
A deep wave of incredible pressure rolled through her, lighting up her nervous system. Pulse after pulse of heat made her shudder, and with each pulse there was what felt like a gush of water coming out of her.
She gasped, partly because of the incredible feeling, and partly because she was absolutely mortified.
Holy shit, I’ve just peed myself. I’ve just peed myself all over him, oh my god…
Her eyes flew open to see Nate peering down at what had just happened, his mouth open in shock.
“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, heat rising in her cheeks immediately as he lifted his gaze to her. Mouth still open. Those icy blue eyes of his wide and searching.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he breathed.
“I didn’t mean to. I should have stopped you.”
“Stopped me?” His shock melted into concern, and then realization dawned. “Baby, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.”
Holly blinked at him, heart racing, aftershocks still fluttering through her like smug little traitors to her ruin. “What?”
“You’ve never done that before,” he stated, like she’d just given him the most precious gift he’d ever received.
“Yeah, well. I try not to pee during sex,” she huffed, feeling silly. She began to untangle herself from him, but he leaned back into her so that she was very much still on his huge, hard cock.
“You didn’t pee. That’s squirting, baby. It’s not a bad thing.” His voice was thick with emotion, and her breath hitched when she felt him pulse inside her with need. “I’m so fucking honored, Holly.”
Her gaze snapped to his, searching his eyes like she didn’t believe him. Like he might just be unhinged enough to lie to her to spare her feelings. But she didn’t see dishonesty in his eyes. She never had. “Really?”
He nodded slowly, eyes still wide, looking like a man who was very much on the edge of becoming an animal. “You okay?” he asked tersely. “You feel alright?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I actually feel… great. Aside from being mortified at myself.”
His expression softened a touch. “Do you want to stop?”
That was the loaded question, wasn’t it? Because no. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him lose his shit, wanted him to be feral for her in a way that was anything but choreographed to perfection.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked instead, looking for any sign of hesitation.
He groaned, head tipping back to reveal the subtle ridge of his Adam’s apple in a way that turned her on every single fucking time he did it.
“Holly, it’s taking everything I’ve got not to fuck you like a madman right now. Trust me,” he said, dropping his chin to look into her eyes. “I’m fine.”
Oh, that did it. She felt herself melt around where he was buried in her like steel wrapped in velvet, clenching with the desperate need to have him keep going.
“Do it,” she said, deadpan, staring at him. “Give me the madman. We’ve got at least ten minutes before we’re due for results.”
Time management queen. Efficiency, but make it feral.
He lost the cheek from his expression, mouth falling open with sheer desire at her audacity, but he didn’t make her ask him twice.
He rolled his hips up into her slowly, hands gripping her with punishing intensity.
Holly gasped, and that last little breathless sound from her seemed to be his green flag.
And then he took what he needed. Rough, fast. His hips snapped into her like he couldn’t believe she was just letting him, as though each fucked-out moan she couldn’t hold in was music to his ears.
“Oh my fucking God. Yeah, baby. That’s it… fuck.”
Nate didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He just kept thrusting into the chaos left over from her release, driving into her again and again as she trembled and leaked all over him.
He felt it. Of course he did. He grunted with the effort of holding back, and she watched him glancing down like he needed to see.
“You just fucking… Jesus, you made a mess of me. Look at you.”
But he was gone. The visual, the sound of her, the feel of her body pulling him in and breaking around him… it was too much.
Nate gave into a full body shudder and a deep, guttural groan. His head dropped to her shoulder, damp curls against her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him close as his hips jerked mid-rhythm, and he held on for one more moment.
“Fuck, Holly,” he rasped, her name sounding like a prayer when he said it like that. “Yeah, baby. Fuck, take all of it. You feel like you’re trying to suck me in—god!—”
With another moan he buried himself inside her all the way to his balls, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of not having her envelope every single inch of him. He rocked his hips as his cock pulsed deep inside her, and she felt the sudden hot thickness of his cum.
“You’re perfect.” He shuddered with another wave. “I need you so much.” Another jerk of his hips. “Mine,” he said, still filling her.
She watched him unravel with wide eyes and her mouth open in awe, holding him close while he rode out the aftershocks of his release. He stayed there, trembling, buried inside her like she was his fucking church. When he spoke, he was hoarse.
“God,” he said against her collarbone, forehead still resting on her shoulder. “I’ll do anything, Holly. Anything. Just tell me you’re finally mine for good.”
“You’ll even pay for my gynecology consults?” she sassed him, returning to her default programming.
He snorted a breathless laugh that sounds like it cost him the last ounce of oxygen in his lungs. “Done. Add it to the tab. Gyno consults, chiropractic care, an exorcism. Whatever you need, Martinez.”
He finally leaned back to look at her. Hair plastered to his forehead. Eyes glassy like a cyclone observed through a window. Still inside her, completely in the moment. The hottest thing she’d ever seen, looking at her like he couldn’t survive another day without knowing she had his heart.
“Christ,” she said, submitting to his worship like she couldn’t believe he was actually real. “Nate. You’re…” A lump formed in her throat and she let it sit there. Let him see it, instead of swallowing it down and pretending it wasn’t real.
He watched her watching him, and she noticed the instant he clocked the shift because his eyes softened.
Their heartbeats were slowing together, breaths mingling in the mere inches between their faces.
And he just held her there. Not caring if he was getting soft, or if there was a mess on the floor, or if they were due to appear on live TV.
He anchored her, proving that the only thing in his world that mattered…
Was her.
“I’m what, baby?” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, featherlight. Then her jaw. Temple. Shoulder. As though trying to coax it out of her without pushing.
“You can tell me. Whatever it is. You don’t have to hide it.”
His thumb brushed under her eye, catching the single tear that had gathered there before it even had a chance to ruin her makeup.
“You’re everything to me.”
She gazed at him, her eyes full of disbelief that someone so fucking amazing could want to be with her. “I don’t care about winning. About the show. Not even dancing. I don’t give a fuck about any of it, as long as I have you. I want you to know that. No matter what happens.”
The words tumbled out before she could stop them. Before she could rearrange them or overthink or spiral. And she meant every single one of them with her whole heart.
TAKE THE FLOOR – Production Slack
channel: live_show_floor
Rina (Floor Manager): who just heard Holly say ‘no media’??
Martin: she WHAT
Mark (PR): that wasn’t on the runsheet!!!!!
Kendall: she grabbed Nate and walked past press like Moses parting the Red Sea
Martin: they’re due on the press line in 3 minutes
Kendall: update: they went into dressing room 4 and slammed the door
Mark: please tell me they’re crying
Kendall: door is locked. mics are still live in the hallway.
Martin: …
Mark: oh no!!!!!!!
Kendall: OH YES
@BackstageBites on TikTok:
POV: you’re a production assistant who accidentally walked past Dressing Room 4 and heard a man say “you hurricane’d onto that stage and broke my nervous system” and now you have to pretend you didn’t hear the sounds of a head hitting a door and a belt buckle hitting the floor
#takethefloor #livetv #irespecttheirprivacybutalsoimightdie
Entertainment Tonight – Digital Exclusive
TAKE THE FLOOR CHAOS: Contestants SKIP Press Line After Explosive Performance
Sources backstage say Holly Martinez and Nate Eriksson declined media and disappeared immediately after their Cha Cha brought the audience to its feet.
Multiple crew members reported a ‘locked dressing room’ and a ‘highly emotional reunion’ before the pair reappeared later for results.
One insider described the energy backstage as ‘equal parts panic and screaming into headsets’.
What happened… READ MORE →