Prologue #2
The three of us shared a house at Hull University - we’ve been best friends ever since and live close to each other. We were inseparable throughout university and still are now. The three of us couldn’t be more different if we tried - we’re an odd trio.
Amanda is curvy… slightly overweight - with the way she talks about herself, you’d think she was twenty stone. She is 4'10 "with long, brown hair. She’s pretty but doesn’t believe it. She doesn't have a nasty bone in her body.
Karen - a different species altogether - speaks her mind, regardless of whether people want to hear it.
No filter whatsoever, but her heart is in the right place.
Towering above the two of us at six feet, with naturally blonde curly hair and striking blue eyes.
Eyes are on her everywhere she goes, but unfortunately for the men, she prefers women.
This is our once-a-week night out at ‘Pulse’. It’s run down, it's scruffy, full of unsavoury characters and cheap booze, but it’s the only club in town, so no one has much of a choice but to go there if they want to keep their night going.
Nathan comes back into view a few feet away from me, making my stomach flip. He leans back on the wall and raises an eyebrow at me in a ‘you ready’ motion and waits there for me to go to him. I turn to say my goodbyes to the girls, excitement brewing inside me.
As we walk outside, the cold hits me. It’s only September, but it’s always cold in the northwest of England.
I shiver as the cold hits me, and then his arm slides around me, drawing me into him.
I glance at him, and he smiles, drawing my attention to his mouth.
Feeling bold, I slide my arm around his back and reach up, so that my lips touch his.
His eyes flare, and he turns his body fully toward mine.
His hand goes behind my neck, holding me in place.
He dips his head, and his lips meet mine for a hungry kiss.
My mouth automatically opens responding to his, and his tongue slips inside, which shoots little electricity currents all over my body.
If this man fucks like he kisses, I'm in for the ride of my life.
He breaks off, his voice gruff. “Come on, we need to get a taxi, now - before I drag you down a side street and fuck you down a back alley.” He pauses and eyes me up and down. “Somehow I don’t think you would approve of that.”
“You think I'm a goody-goody?” I ask him.
He laughs, which I feel everywhere. “No, but I can tell you’re classier than a fuck in a back street. Come on.”
We walk to the taxi rank with his arm around me - it’s lovely - even if it is only a one-night deal.
When we arrive at my place, I fumble around in my bag for the key, eventually find it, and catch him smirking at me. The vodka in my system is slowing me down. He doesn’t seem half as drunk as I am.
As soon as we’re inside, he wastes no time.
He presses me against the wall in my hallway and sinks to his knees, running his hands up my bare thighs.
His touch sends shivers everywhere, and his rough hands feel nice against my smooth legs.
So glad I shaved everywhere before I went out tonight.
His hand climbs further, and he pushes my dress up to rest above my hips, my lower half exposed with my purple lace boy shorts on show.
“Shit... you are sexy as fuck.” He mutters, he can't seem to peel his eyes from my lower half.
His hands graze my underwear, making me gasp.
His head lowers as he kisses me over my underwear, pressing his mouth into me, so that I feel every sensation.
I gasp his name. He glances at me through those lovely, thick eyelashes, his eyes hooded, full of lust, before his eyes slide back down my body as he hooks my boy shorts with his fingers, slowly dragging them down my legs.
I lift my feet so that he can discard them.
Both his hands go to the inside of my thighs, nudging them apart, grabbing one of my legs, and placing it on his shoulder.
“Fuck Kate . . . I can’t wait any longer to taste you.
” The anticipation of what’s about to happen has me squirming.
I did not expect him to go there... and definitely did not expect him to go there straight away.
His head goes between my legs, and his hair tickles my inner thighs as his breath falls on me.
I've never wanted anyone to touch me as much as I want him to touch me right now.
He parts me with his fingers, exposing my clit, and then his mouth is on me.
“Oh my God!” I pant as I nearly shoot through the roof with pleasure.
He firmly licks me from my opening to my clit, and I moan.
He kisses me there as he would kiss my mouth - he moves his mouth in the same motion and uses his tongue in a swirling motion – he’s very talented.
I throw my head back so that it’s resting on the wall and groan, my hand going to the back of his head, holding him in place, never wanting him to stop.
He mumbles, “Fuck, you taste good.” He delves his tongue deeper - I can feel it inside me. Bloody he'll, he’s really good at this!
“Jesus, Nathan… shit… oh… that’s amazing,” I say to the roof.
He moves his tongue to my clit, nibbling and gently biting as he slides two fingers slowly into me. “Mmm, nice and wet for me, babe.” He slides his fingers in and out, bringing me close. He breaks off, standing, leaving me panting.
“I was close.” I pant, wanting him to continue.
He shakes his head slowly, with a cocky grin forming. “Oh no, you don’t, you come when I'm inside you and when I say you can. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”
His words alone nearly push me over the edge.
His chest rises and falls the same as mine, breathing heavily, giving away how turned on he is, too. I put my hand on the back of his neck and kissed him. He kisses me back forcefully, thrusting his tongue in, possessing my mouth fiercely, he tastes of me. There’s something hot about that.
His mouth leaves mine to lift my dress over my head.
Once removed, he reaches behind him, between his shoulder blades, and pulls his t-shirt off from behind.
My eyes widen at his torso. He’s so toned and all muscle, and wide and big.
There isn’t an ounce of fat on him. His chest is covered with a variety of tattoos.
I want to lick them all. I want him on top of me, between my legs, in bed…
possessing me. I've never had a man who looks like this. Shit, I'm out of my depth here. I survey his body from head to toe, it must be obvious that I'm ogling him, but when I check back at him he hasn’t noticed - he’s doing the same to me, eyeing my body before coming back to my face – his eyes meet mine and I'm relieved to note that there’s not a hint of disappointment in there, they’re full of want.
He wants me. I glide my hands over his shoulders with a feather touch, and his muscles flex beneath his skin.
His eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath in… he likes my touch.
He unbuckles his jeans and slides them down his thighs. He’s hard… very hard and big. My lips curl into a smile as I instinctively wrap my hand around his length, wanting to touch him – I move my hand up and down his shaft. He takes in a sharp breath.
“Jesus, that feels… fuck.”
We kiss frantically, not being able to get enough of one another.
His hands knead my breasts, and I groan as I'm pumping him with my hand. Grabbing my hand that’s wrapped around his cock, he pulls it away.
He bends to pull a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans - at least I don’t have to have that conversation with him.
I watch him rip open the packet with his teeth and slide it on his big dick.
His eyes are dark and hooded. He lifts me and grabs my hips, my legs wrap around him for stability.
The head of his cock is at my entrance for a moment before sliding inside, pulling me onto his hard length.
He has me pinned against the wall. He’s so big that, though I'm wet and ready for him, it hurts a little. He fills me - I’m surprised I can take him all, but I do.
He kisses my neck and thrusts in and out.
He must be strong to hold my weight, it seems easy to him, as though I'm light as a feather.
“Jesus, Kate. You’re fucking tight.” He says hoarsely, leaning in to kiss me. He moves slowly at first, but gets more forceful, going harder and harder – just how I want it, need it. His grunts as he thrusts into me turn me on even more - knowing that I can do this to him.
Soon, I’m right back where I was, close to coming. I lose the self-control that I was hanging onto and dig my nails into his shoulder as I try to move my hips into his with the rhythm.
“Oh God, I’m close, Nathan, harder… please harder!” I can’t get enough of him, even though I'm full of him, it’s exquisite. It’s frantic, urgent and delicious.
“Oh yeah . . . I love hearing you lose it. Don’t come yet - I’ll tell you when you can come.” He thrusts harder - all you can hear is our grunting and moans, our movements quicken.
“Oh Jesus… yeah, baby… come for me now!” he grunts.
That’s it, I go over the edge. My orgasm consumed my whole body in shudders and quakes.
Wow - by far the best I’ve ever had. He stiffens and groans.
I yelp in pain as he bites onto my shoulder as he comes and we ride it out together, my body tingling all over.
That’ll leave a mark tomorrow. I don’t care.
I dig my head out of the crook of his neck, where right now, I could stay forever.
I kiss his shoulder and look at him. He lifts his head and meets my eyes.
Neither of us says anything; we stare at each other.
I can't fathom the expression in his eyes.
He kisses me firmly on the mouth as he slides out of me, and I put my feet back on the floor.
“Kate, that was good, I mean like really fucking good,” he chuckles.
“I agree.” I grin at him as he towers above me.
We go upstairs to my bedroom and lie on the bed. He turns onto his side, facing me, and props himself on his elbow. “That was well worth the wait.”
“Wait?” I ask him
“Yeah, wait... I've seen you around... for a few weeks now. I've seen a lot of guys try to chat you up, hoping they stand a chance, and you shoot 'em down – I presumed I’d get shot down too. Guess I caught you on a good night, eh?”
He’s right, there haven’t been that many guys who have chatted me up, but the ones that have, have been told nicely to get lost. I wasn’t interested in them because I was too busy crushing on him.
“Maybe you caught me on a good night, or maybe I've heard good things about you in the sack, lover boy.”
He snorts. “Have you?”
I shrug. “No, but I've got a good imagination. Maybe I’d already seen you before tonight, too.”
“I know, saw you lookin', that’s why I thought I was in with a chance. Did I live up to imaginary me?” he grins at me.
“Well... so far, but the night is still young. Imaginary Nathan’s stamina is quite something, you have big boots to fill.” I grin.
“Well... let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” He tickles me - I yelp and laugh.
When I stop laughing, I ask him, “What’s with the nickname? I mean, I know why they call it you - I've seen you play, but how did it start?”
“You’ve seen me play, have you?” he raises his eyebrows.
“I go to most matches, so yeah, I've seen you play a lot. You’re good and the view doesn’t suck.” I shrug and smile.
He winks at me. “You know it, babe!”
I shake my head and make a ‘pfft’ sound. He's so big-headed it's untrue!
“One of the older rugby lads – Jensen - you heard of him?” I nod.
Everyone’s heard of him. He carries on, “He was reading ‘The Gingerbread Man’ to his kid every night. It was her favourite book. He was sick of reading it, knew it word for word. It was when I’d got signed up and everyone saw how fast I was, so he said it once joking around, he was sick of reading that fucking book, it was in his head.
It’s stuck. I hate it. I mean, no ginger-haired guy wants to be called Ging, and I'm not even ginger, and I get it.” He frowns and shakes his head as though he can’t believe his luck.
I nod. “Yeah, I've had the ginger thing all my life, it’s no fun!”
His eyes widen. “Jesus, I can’t imagine anyone slagging you off for anything. You’re stunning, bet it was only girls out of jealousy.” I feel a warm sensation inside because I can tell he means that.
It’s easy between the two of us. I haven’t had much sexual experience, this is only my second time. The less said about the first one, the better. Let’s say that it was a big mistake and one that made me believe sex wasn’t too much fun- not worth the hype.
With Nate, it’s not awkward at all; we have banter and seem to share a similar sense of humour. It’s easy, and I’m relaxed - I can be myself.
We kiss again, slowly and gently at first, but things get heated, and it ends with him fucking me exactly how I wanted him to - him on top - possessing me with his size.
His 6'4 "is a big difference from my 5'5" - he makes me feel tiny. I like that. While he’s inside me, he whispers things like ‘you feel so good’, ‘you’re so beautiful’ - things that can get to a girl, things that can make a girl believe that this is more than a one-night stand. I like him. I understand that he’s made it clear that this is nothing but sex, but he’s so charming and funny, not to mention sexy, it’s hard not to want more.
We eventually fall into an exhausted sleep, but when I wake a couple of hours later, he’s gone. No goodbye, no swapping numbers, no note… nothing. Can’t say I wasn’t warned. I’m such an idiot. I thought we had chemistry or something and that he’d want to come back for more.
I thought it would make me feel better, having a night of hot sex with the object of my desires, can’t beat that, right? Wrong. It makes the crush one hundred times worse and hurts more because it’s one-sided. Kate, you are such an idiot.
Who am I kidding? If I could rewind to last night, I would totally do it again, the only difference being I’d have chucked him out straight afterwards so that he couldn’t sneak off while I was sleeping.
What a sleazy thing to do – did he presume I was going to want to marry him?
Arsehole. That part does help me to get over my crush, seeing as he's obviously not a very nice person. What harm would it have done to stick around until morning, maybe have round two or three before going our separate ways? Does he think I’d turn into a stalker?
I'm angry at myself, too, because I thought we had something, that we clicked. He seems to ‘click’ with a lot of women. I hate that, and I especially hate that I got something wrong - my instincts obviously couldn’t be more off with him.