21. Hadley #3
Groaning his name as he creeps just the head of his erection into my sex and then withdrawing it, I forcibly reach up and grip his hair as I push at his shoulder with my other hand.
I’m surprised when he rolls over on the bed, taking me with him, so that I’m straddling his hips, his large dick standing at attention just under my entrance.
Gripping his stiff shaft in my hand, I guide it across my folds, my wetness coating his erection with every pass until I can no longer stand it, and I need to have him inside me.
I lower myself onto his dick until he’s buried deep inside me, and for a moment, I feel complete. Not just the fullness that I get whenever we come together intimately, but a feeling that all of the shattered pieces of my world have been righted and put back together seamlessly.
“I need you to move,” Nolan snarls through gritted teeth as his eyes stare up at me. Eyes that convey how thin the tether is that binds him to his self-control. His fingers flex as they squeeze my hips.
“Bossy.” The corners of my lips tip up in a grin as I rise a few inches and then sink back down onto his erection methodically—and painstakingly, if Nolan’s eyes rolling back into his head are any indication.
I trail my fingers up his abdomen, letting my nails scrape against every hill and divot of his stomach until I reach his chest. Flicking his left nipple with my thumb, I feel his body jerk beneath me, so I repeat the motion with the right nipple, each deserving the same amount of attention.
With my hands gripping his chest, I rock my hips, his cock sliding in and out of my sex with each plunge.
With every slide down his shaft, my clit rubs against the area just above his erection, and it electrifies me.
My thrusts become wild and frenzied as I seek my orgasm, which is just out of my reach.
I dig my nails into his chest, probably breaking his beautiful skin, but I’m too lost to notice.
“I’m so close,” I groan into the dimness of the room, my skin seared as I chase something just out of my reach.
Nolan’s sturdy arms reach around my waist and pull me against him. The sweat dripping down my body mingles with his as our chests collide. Soon Nolan fills me with his powerful thrusts as my hips rock back against him.
“Oh fuck,” I say as I squeeze my eyes tightly, the pleasure coming strong and fast. One of the arms wrapped around my waist grips the back of my head, holding me against his body.
And when I reach the pinnacle, I do so spectacularly.
My body quivers in waves, over and over again.
My back arches even under the confines of his hold.
And a cry of pleasure pours from my throat, but to keep from waking the entire town, I bite down on Nolan’s shoulders to silence my cries.
He growls at my intrusion and forcefully pulls my head back to gaze at me. “My turn,” he tells me, capturing my mouth with his as he flips us over so that I’m resting on my back and he’s hovering above me. Throughout the entire motion, he stays buried inside me, where he belongs.
Clutching my ankles firmly planted at his hips, he brings them up and toward his head to rest them on his shoulders.
In the past, this position was always too uncomfortable for me, even though I’m pretty flexible.
The guys never seemed to know how to properly position themselves as they jackhammered their hips into me.
But I should have known that Nolan would be a different story.
He rotates his hips in a circle against me, allowing me to adjust to the new position. At a measured pace, he drives himself in and out of my channel.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. If I could look at you like this all of the time, I’d stay buried in you all day. Your pussy is so fucking warm and tight.”
Dirty talk, I’m a sucker for it, especially from the sexy man currently feeding his cock into my sex.
A quiver shudders down the walls of my core, and Nolan moans in appreciation. In response, he reaches between our bodies and rubs circles around my clit with his thumb, causing another wave of pleasure to ripple through me.
“You want more, baby?”
I nod, wanting so much more than he’s giving me right now.
Leaning forward, Nolan floats above me, and my legs are bent on either side of my chest. The thrusts that had been slow and steady, enough to bring me down from my earlier orgasm, begin to pick up in pace and strength.
He slams his hips against me, pushing me forward on the bed only to be stopped by his pillows.
He repeats the motion over and over until we’re so lost in each other that I barely notice the beads of sweat dripping off his chest onto me.
“God, I’m so fucking close, sweetheart,” Nolan claims as he grips my jaw and tilts my head upward, then seals our mouths together.
The kiss is feral and rough, our gasps of pleasure mixed with the need to taste each other. My legs drop from his shoulders, and he maneuvers his arm between my body and the bed, holding himself close to me.
Nolan pounds his erection into me as he pulls away from my mouth and buries his face into my neck.
The powerful grip he holds on my back tightens as he releases himself into me, and I realize that I’m going to have a Nolan hand-sized bruise in that spot, which I gladly accept.
His body jolts above me as he spills himself inside my sex.
We lay like this for a while, our bodies connected by more than just a physical bearing, but something more that has entwined us together.
“Can we stay like this forever?” Nolan asks, his voice heavy, filled with pleasure and lust.
Stroking my hand up and down his muscled back, I consider his words. I wait for the fear to slither its way through me, and I’m surprised when all I feel is contentment.
I curl closer against him while rain falls outside and marina lights shimmer faintly through the room.
Nolan’s hand moves over my back as I trace lazy circles across his chest.
“You know...”
He glances down at me.
“Hmm?”
“I still don’t understand half of those spreadsheets.”
He chuckles.
“I barely understand half of them.”
“But next time”—my fingers lace through his—“don’t figure them out by yourself.”
Nolan squeezes my hand.
“I won’t.”
Nolan’s phone buzzes on the nightstand. I see my brother-in-law Dean’s name flash on the screen.
“Mom probably told Dean to call.”
Nolan looks over.
“Seriously?”
The corners of my mouth tilt up.
“Nobody gets through this family without being fed or helped.”
He glances over at me then settles against the bed, tapping the speaker.