Chapter 27
Dragging a hand through my hair, I try to draw a breath full of sanity, but the only thing I’m inhaling right now is the scent of her. Of how much I want her.
“I have all those ideas, too,” I say harshly. “Because I’m so fucking turned on being near you. Then you say all that, and what am I supposed to do but want you even more?”
A tiny grin appears on her face. “So we’re even, then.”
I laugh lightly. “Even Steven.”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “Look on the bright side. I told you I wouldn’t hurt your beautiful balls.”
“The balls and I thank you.”
She licks her lips, and her next words come out like a sultry song. “How can I thank you for tonight?” Her eyes drift down my face, then she’s eying my chest, my waist, and finally the bulge in my jeans that she caused.
I’m losing this battle—losing it hard. All my plans to be a good guy are shot to hell when her hand follows her eyes. “They’re definitely okay?” she asks, all innocent and concerned, her palm hovering millimeters away from the package.
I shrug lightly and throw in the towel. “Can’t hurt to check.”
She cups me through my jeans, her palm wrapping around my cock then sliding between my legs, over the fabric of my jeans.
I hiss.
In a flurry, she straddles me, grabs my wrists, and pins them behind my head as she rocks up and down on my hard cock.
“Nat,” I groan, like a warning. “What are we doing?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. But when I get near you like this, my body takes over. I just want to touch you everywhere.” She runs her nails down my chest. “Grind against your dick,” she says, and demonstrates how she likes that, too.
I groan loudly. “You kill me when you say that stuff. Your dirty mouth is my guilty pleasure.”
“Never feel guilty about pleasure.” She lowers her face, the soft hair in her ponytail swishing against my neck and her mouth near my ear. “There’s something I haven’t done with you.”
My muscles tighten with anticipation. “What is it?”
“I want to know what you taste like. Do you want that?”
In a second, I break free from her grip on my wrists to grab her hips, making her ride me. “So fucking much.”
“You sure?”
I’m not above begging. “Please suck my dick.”
Her eyes widen with desire as she rubs against me. Teasing. Deliberately toying with me.
I grasp her face and start to push her head down. “I need your mouth on me, sweetheart.”
“It turns me on to hear you beg for it,” she says in a sexy purr. “Can you say please again?”
I rock up into her, letting her feel the steel in my jeans. “Nat,” I growl. “I’m begging you. Please suck me off.”
She closes her eyes, the expression on her face as if she’s dirty dreaming. “I want to taste you coming in my throat.”
A tremor of lust rattles through my body. I’ve got to have her now. I push her off my crotch and point to my hard-on. “Unzip my pants and get those sexy lips wrapped around my dick. Stop talking and start sucking.”
She arches an eyebrow and works open my zipper.
I help her along, lifting my ass, and pushing down my jeans and briefs to my thighs.
In a second, her head is between my legs, and the tease continues.
It’s the most fantastic kind of torture from her tongue as she flicks it over the head, leaving me wanting so much more.
“C’mon, Nat.”
“C’mon what?” She lifts her face and wiggles an eyebrow. “I want to play.”
“Then kiss the tip,” I command and grasp the back of her head, tugging her down.
She moans as she draws the head of my cock between her warm lips. I want to sing from the pleasure. From the sheer, sweet heat of her wet tongue on my dick.
“So good,” I say roughly, rubbing my dick against her lips. She moves with me, circling her tongue over the tip as I glide it across her lips. Desire rushes in my veins as I feel her hot breath on my cock.
“Lick the shaft now,” I tell her, and her eyes dance naughtily as she runs her tongue from the head all the way down to the base.
I moan louder when she looks up at me as she dips her hand between my legs. Cupping my balls, she plays, dragging her nails over them. With her eyes on me, she whispers, “Want me to lick them?”
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt, thrusting into her hand, urging her closer.
She bends down, brushing her tongue over me, then under, licking my balls, swirling her tongue all over them, drawing them into her mouth. Driving me motherfucking wild. I clasp her head harder. “So fucking good,” I moan.
She lets go and crawls up me, that flirty, dirty look in her eyes. “Then tell me how much you want all of my mouth.”
I run my index finger over her naughty lips. “I want to fuck your pretty little mouth so bad.”
Pleasure shoots through me as she inches down my body, pushing up my shirt so she can kiss my chest, my abs, my waist, then the happy trail, until she’s eye to one-eye with my cock again, where I want her. “Jesus, Nat. You look so good next to my dick.”
“I do believe your cock and my mouth will get along just fine,” she says with a wink, then she opens wide and draws me all the way in.
Holy shit. I’ve never been blown like this before.
She’s fierce, and frenzied, and just a hungry, delicious thing, sucking my dick with the most astonishing friction I’ve ever felt.
She’s fast, determined, and has a magnificent gag reflex because she takes all of me, and that’s not easy.
Her lips are wrapped nice and snug around my aching erection. With each swipe of her tongue, each move of her lips, my hips shoot higher, and all I care about is coming and coming hard. She’s got me on the fast track, and considering how goddamn worked up I am for her, it won’t take me long.
Not with my gorgeous Natalie in control, her wicked mouth sucking my shaft and her talented fingers playing with my balls. She sends me into sensory overload, touching and playing and licking and sucking until everything below the belt lives in the land of intoxicating white-hot pleasure.
My dick whistles a happy tune, and my balls skip with joy at getting this kind of attention.
Threading my hands tighter in her hair, I fuck and fuck and fuck, thrusting hard into her mouth.
She gulps and sucks loudly, but doesn’t let up.
She takes my dick as deep as she can go, and sorry if that makes me a crass motherfucker, but there is just something about a woman this hell-bent on giving the blow job of my dreams that makes me want her even more.
And I do. I crave everything about her.
I want to wake up to this. Find her in the shower, hands on the wall, ready for me. I want to get on my knees for her and go to town on my woman. Feel her dripping all over my face as I eat her, and holy fuck . . . an orgasm charges through me as I imagine getting her off.
“Gonna come so hard.”
And then I’m shooting jets into her mouth, and she sucks it down. I pant, and moan, and writhe, and don’t think I’ll ever be sane again.
But then suddenly I am of sound mind and body, because I know, with perfect clarity, what needs to happen next. “Get on my face,” I say. In seconds, she’s shoved off her karate pants and undies, and she straddles me, lowering herself to my mouth.
This.
Her pleasure. Her sweetness. Her intense arousal.
With my hands gripping her hips, I move her over my mouth, my tongue, my lips, guiding her as she fucks my face.
She covers me, and I swear I’m in another realm.
She’s paradise to me with her delicious, wonderful, fantastic pussy that tastes so fucking good parked on my face.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come on you,” she cries out.
And with her orgasm alert, she’s there, all wet and hot and wild. Her hands brace on the mat above my head as she rides me into her sweet abandon, fucking my face like it was put on this Earth for her pleasure.
It didn’t take her long, but that was just enough rest time for round two. After she comes down from her high, I flip her over. She’s the one pinned, and that’s how I want her.
“Now who’s flat on her back?” I wiggle an eyebrow as I grab her knees, push them up her chest, and slide into her hot, tight pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, arching her spine as I push deep in her, bracing on my arms, my palms by her shoulders.
Like that, I take the reins. She’s been the star of the show, sucking my dick and riding my face, and now I want to be the man on top.
Fucking her. Taking her. Having her. Making sure she knows how much pleasure I can bring her.
As I sink into her hot center, she lifts her hips, rocking her sexy little body up against me.
“Spread your legs for me,” I tell her. “Nice and wide. I want to watch as I fuck you.”
With a carnal moan, she opens her thighs even wider for me. I watch where our bodies meet, just fucking stare as my dick fills her. “Look at us,” I say huskily.
She follows my gaze and trembles as she stares at my cock, gliding in and out of her. “We look hot, Wyatt.”
I bring my thumb to her swollen clit, rubbing it as she watches me stroke in and out of her pussy. She turns even slicker as she stares. I lower myself, my chest pressed to her beautiful body as I rub her clit. “I can’t stand it,” I grit out. “I can’t fucking stand how much I want you.”
Then she shudders and digs her nails into my ass. Her head falls back, her neck exposed, and she shatters. She falls apart beneath me, coming and crying out, and shouting, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.”
An endless series of oh gods rips the air, and I follow her there, chasing my own release, grunting and groaning, and loving how fucking good we are together.
Then, footsteps sound in the hall, the clack of soles on the floor.
Natalie’s eyes go wide, and I scramble off her, my dick still hard and covered in us. She pops up, and I’ve never seen someone get dressed as fast as this woman.
The click of the door unlocking lands in my ears as I yank up my briefs and jeans, then zip them closed. I don’t even have time to button the top button. I just smooth a hand on my T-shirt, crumple over and moan, like Natalie landed one in my ribs.
“I didn’t know you were going to do the dropkick thing in my stomach,” I mutter as the door opens and a redhead with a short bob walks in.
“Oh. I didn’t realize you’d still be here, Natalie. How’s it going? I forgot my hairbrush.”
Hairbrush? You came back for a fucking hairbrush? Learn to work the finger comb, darling.
“Hello, Mrs. McKeon. I haven’t seen one,” Natalie says, her tone still breathy.
Mrs. McKeon arches an eyebrow. “Looks like you could use one, though,” the woman says, gesturing to Natalie’s messy hair.
My heart catches with worry that she’s been busted. This woman let her use the studio, and now she’s going to karate chop Natalie for turning it into a bow-chicka-wow-wow pad. Natalie’s cheeks imitate a beet as she runs her hand through her sex-tousled hair. “Oh, I . . .”
“She’s a fierce one,” I say, interjecting. “She was whooping me something good with her black belt moves.”
The redhead crosses her arms. “I can’t wait to see the video series when it’s done, then. What moves did you work on tonight?”
“Headlocks, mostly,” I say, with a straight face. “Lots and lots of headlocks.”