Chapter 19
Tiny
“ T iny!” Kourtney’s sweet voice cries from beneath me.
I lift up to admire my handy work. I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful in my life. Her luscious, naked body writhes on the bed beneath me. She’s trying to force her legs closed, but with my strong grip on her thighs, I refuse to let her hide from me.
I trail soft touches from her knees down to her pretty little cunt that’s deliciously drenched in her arousal and my spit.
“Eyes on me, honey. Not gonna tell you again.”
She has a habit of getting lost in her pleasure, and as soon as her eyelids drift closed, I see red. I want her eyes on me. I want her to know that it’s me making her feel this way. I refuse to let her mind wander somewhere other than in this bed with me.
Trying to stretch her legs out of my hold, I grasp her tightly by the ankles and pull her legs farther apart til she’s almost too far extended. Holding eye contact with her, I let saliva pool in my mouth and, sticking out my tongue, let it drip onto her already-soaked pussy.
Her breath hitches, and her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. She cries out, “Please.”
I flick my tongue along her slippery slit. “Mmm, you beg almost as pretty as you taste, baby. What do you need?”
The moan that rips from her chest could rattle the walls. I chuckle against her pussy when she slams her fists down on the mattress in frustration. “I need to come, dammit!”
Pressing a gentle kiss against the spot she aches for me to touch the most, I look up at her from between her legs. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“I’ll do anything at this point, Nathan!” she whines.
My right brow damn near touches my hairline. “Anything? That’s a brave statement.”
“Ugh! Nathan, shut up and fuck me!”
Clicking my tongue in disapproval at her, I act as if I’m about to pull away from her but let out a chuckle as she uses all the strength in her thighs to hold me in place.
Her begging eyes break my teasing act. I can’t deny this girl one thing. She wants to be fucked? I’ll fuck her harder than she’s ever been fucked before. She wants to come? I’ll make her come so many times she’ll beg me to stop.
She gasps as I push two rough fingers into her. It’s almost like her expression softens, as if she’s been empty for years, and the torture is over. She’s finally being filled.
“That’s it, right baby?” She exposes her neck so prettily for me. I press a gentle kiss to her throat. The soft touch, a stark contrast to the demanding way my fingers probe her, earning me more delicious moans.
It’s music to my ears, her small mewls and moans of pleasure. Trailing my kisses to her lips, I swallow each and every moan that slips out as I curve my fingers, finding the exact spot that will make her detonate for me.
“Oh my Go–” she starts to say, but before she can finish, I press my free hand over her mouth.
“Do you see God in here? I didn’t think so. It’s me and you, baby. No one else. You wanna call out to someone? You call out to me.”
As her orgasm builds, her chest arches off the bed, pressing her breasts so beautifully against my chest. “That’s it, pretty girl. Say my name.” Illegible noises come out of her as it builds, and her eyes start to roll to the back of her head. “Scream my name when you come.”
I know her orgasm is about to be explosive by the way her fists grasp at the non-existent shirt on my chest. Kourtney is a very physical and loud lover, just the way I fucking like it.
Just as my thumb circles once around her clit, her scream meets my ears. “Nathan!”
Her thighs shake against my hips as her pussy contracts tightly around my fingers.
I love this woman. If I wasn’t already thoroughly convinced seeing her surrounded so comfortably around my club, this sight right here would be it. This would be the moment.
Her blonde hair lays tumbled around her across her satin pillows. My rough, tattooed hands against her pale, creamy skin do something to my brain. It’s like one of those mental itches that’s so satisfyingly scratched.
An idea pops into my head, and before I think too hard about it, I grab my phone and open the camera app. Thankfully my hands are big enough that I’m able to cover her pussy with my palm, my fingers digging into the soft skin above her pubic bone and snap a picture of her spread thighs. I smile at the result. Her thighs are a fucking mess of slick arousal.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she gasps as she tries to get control of her breathing again.
I quickly set the image as my background and throw my phone to the floor. “You look so pretty that I just had to get a picture to look at later.” Winking at her, I lift myself off the bed to get rid of my boots and jeans.
When we got home from the clubhouse, I could barely get her out of her clothes before I had my mouth on her sweet pussy. I’m lucky I even got my shirt off.
The loud clunk of my belt hitting the floor is the only noise above her soft exhales. Kourtney scurries off the bed and drops to her knees at my feet. Her soft hand grasps my length possessively, and I hiss at the feeling.
Before she can pull me into her mouth, I squat down in front of her to put us at eye level. I shake my head and press a kiss to her lips. Her cloudy gaze searches my eyes questioningly. “Don’t ever get on your knees for me, baby.”
“You’ve gotten on your knees for me multiple times, and you don’t want me to return the favor?”
A chuckle pulls from my throat. I push her hair behind her shoulder and shake my head. “Queens deserve a man on his knees for them, honey. No man deserves you on your knees for them. Especially not one like me.”
She blinks in amazement and lets me lift her up with a simple pull of her hand. Walking her backward to the edge of the bed, I guide her to sit. The position puts her mouth at the perfect height for my cock.
I take a step forward and smirk at her as I drag the tip of my cock along her bottom lip. “See? Much better. You deserve a throne, baby. Not the floor.”
Instinctively, she wraps her hands around the back of my thighs as she opens her lips so beautifully. I guide my cock into her mouth and let out a groan at the warmth that surrounds my length. Her sinful eyes meet mine, and if my feet weren’t planted securely on the floor, my ass would be on the floor at the euphoric feeling I get as she looks right at me.
Gathering all her hair in my grip, I hold it loosely at the back of her head while gently holding her still as I work the rest of my cock into her mouth. She moans around me, and I just about lose it. I have to remind myself that I’m large, and if I’m not careful, I could choke her and hurt her.
What I wouldn’t give to hear her choking on my cock, though, but I’m not an asshole. I’m not forcing her to choke on it the first time it touches her sweet lips.
She pulls her head away and says the sweetest words I think a man could ever hear. “Quit being gentle.”
I eye her cautiously.
“Fuck my face, Nathan.”
I nearly choke on my own damn spit. “Yes, ma’am.”
She braces her small hands on the fronts of my thighs and sucks my cock back into her mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I let out a deafening groan. I have to force my eyes back open to look at her, searching hers for any slight reservations she may have.
At the slightest little nod, I test her first by slowly pushing my cock as far as she can take it. When I hit the back of her throat and don’t meet any resistance, I eye her curiously and push even further. I groan when the tip of her nose meets my pubic bone, meaning she’s swallowed my entire cock without even a tiny gag.
“Mmm. What do we have here? Have you been hiding something from me, honey?”
A blush rises on the apples of her cheeks, and she shrugs. She also brings her hands up to the base of my cock and squeezes gently.
My eyes darken, and my nostrils flare. A grunt slips from my chest when one of her hands wraps around my sac and squeezes. With one hand at the base of my cock and the other wrapped around my balls, she pulls her mouth off me and smiles sweetly. “Are you going to fuck my throat or not?”
This woman just keeps surprising me. I don’t waste a single second. As soon as her lips part, I shove my cock to the back of her throat. I let out a loud hiss as the edges of her teeth scrape along my shaft. In normal circumstances, I hate teeth. Some men like a little, I do not. But the soft scrape of hers along my length causes goosebumps to rise along my neck. She swallows around the head and looks up at me as if daring me for more. Gripping her hair at the base of her skull, I thrust against her, moaning as she squeezes her fists around me in tandem.
“You thought you could keep the fact that you don’t have a gag reflex away from me?”
She smiles around my cock, her eyes turning mischievous. I let out a sinister laugh as I thrust faster against her face, forcing my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. Every time she swallows around me, I fear this entire thing will end way faster than it even began.
At some point, I stop thrusting against her, and she completely takes over. Both of her hands work my shaft as she sucks me to the back of her throat, and my legs threaten to buckle underneath me.
Tingles erupt at the base of my spine, and I rip away from her before she can suck the cum right out of my soul.
We’re both breathing heavily as she smirks up at me, wiping all the drool away from her face with the back of her hand. She looks fucking delectable.
I’ve never seen her more beautiful than she is right now. I’m drunk on her in every sense of the word. Before she can even think of moving, I grab her around the waist and throw her onto the bed, jumping right on top of her.
I spit again on her already-drenched pussy and slam my swollen cock inside her, earning a guttural moan from her chest. “Nathan!”
“Fuck, I love being inside you, baby,” I groan in her ear.
“So full,” she whines. “You’re too big.”
I move inside her over and over, pistoning my hips. Each thrust pulls more deep, erotic sounds from the depth of her throat, and I crave more. “You take it so well, baby. Look at you, melting all over my cock so beautifully.”
“Nat–” I look down at her and notice her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she arches into me. I drop down and press a kiss to her lips.
I was never a big kisser during sex or even leading up to sex. Kissing was always pointless. But now I know what it was always missing, why I always found the act lacking.
It’s because all those other women weren’t her. They weren’t Kourtney.
I needed her to show me that kissing adds so much to the experience. Call me a pussy if you want, but kissing her is like coming home. I never yearned for the feelings she brings out of me. Kissing her feels like the ultimate connection. Like she’s in my grasp, and nothing can take her away.
Her teeth sink into my bottom lip. I groan against her as she squeezes my cock with her muscles.
“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” I ask against her throat, licking a path towards her ear.
“So close,” she pants, a whole body shiver racks through her. “So, so close.”
Sliding my hand down her outer thigh, I guide her leg up above my shoulder and then press my lips to her nipple and smirk against her as the new position throws her right into another orgasm. Her moans echo throughout the room, and her pussy clenches me in its grip, threatening to pull me along with her.
I think about literally any and everything aside from how good her pussy feels wrapped around my cock to force my orgasm away. I deepen my thrusts while also slowing down to extend her orgasm. I’m vaguely aware of her sharp nails digging into the backs of my arms, but she feels too good around my cock to worry about a little pain.
Besides, who doesn’t like a little pain with their pleasure? Speaking of pain, I pull her small nipple between my teeth and bite down on the nub, forcing more little aftershocks of hers to squeeze my cock. Pulling away, I smirk down at her. The little minx slaps me across the face, rips me down to her by my hair, and contracts around me so tight I couldn’t stop the orgasm if I tried.
My little vixen quite literally ripped the cum right out of me. I groan as I fill her so deeply.
I’m conscious of my weight so that I don’t crush her, but my entire body is spent. Pressing myself up onto my hands and knees, I’m met with her proud, saucy grin.
“Proud of yourself, huh?” I grin down at her.
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I groan low in my throat as she squeezes her muscles again. “It’s only fair, no?”
“You’ll pay for that little stunt, honey. Don’t you worry.”
Pulling out, I wince when my cum slowly drips out of her and creates a pool between her legs. I won’t even lie; the possession that brews within me at the sight nearly blinds me. I force it down and lift off the bed.
I pad into the bathroom and start the massive bathtub that has tons of girly shit surrounding it. The amount of jars full of bath bomb balls, salts, and other shit that surround the tub make my eyes spin. But knowing she loves her baths, I start the water, grab one of the balls I think smells the best, and toss it in.
Walking back into her room, I find her just where I left her, spread eagle on her bed with her eyes now half closed and a serene and satiated expression covering her beautiful face.
She gasps in startled surprise as I lift her off the bed. She yelps when I have all of her weight in my arms and head towards the bathroom. “Tiny! Put me down! I’m too heavy.”
Using the hand I have tucked behind her knees, I swat her ass for insulting herself and kiss her cheek. “Shut it. You’re not even close to being too heavy.”
The tub is nearly full, so I step one leg at a time over the edge and slowly lower us into the scalding water. She hisses against my chest, but once we’re fully submerged, her moan of satisfaction kisses my ears.
The damn tub is big enough for me to sit comfortably with her sitting sideways across my lap. The water even covers us both up to our chests. Whoever put this tub in had the right idea. I’d like to find the builder and send him a bottle of whiskey as a thank you.
Kourtney reaches over my shoulder to the shelf. After twisting her hair up with a clip, she lifts the top off of one of her jars and uses the scoop to sprinkle some salt into the water.
“What’s that?” I ask, pooling water in my cupped hand and dripping it down the back of her delicate neck.
“Magnesium Epsom salt, good for sore muscles.”
I smirk, and she blushes. “Did I make you sore, honey?”
“Uhm, yeah, you fucked the shit out of me,” she says so cooly that it’s like we’re talking about the weather and not what we just did in her bed.
“You turn me feral.” I grip her thigh and squeeze gently. “I won’t apologize, but I do want to know. Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, a blush coloring her cheeks so sweetly. “No, but I have a feeling without this, I’d be too sore to go again later.”
“I like the way you think, honey.”
She adjusts herself so she's lying between my legs. Her head rests against my chest, and I revel in the sighs she releases as I trickle water down her neck and arms. We fall into a comfortable silence together, neither of us feeling the need to fill it with mindless chatter. The only sounds that fill the bathroom are from the water dripping off my fingertips.
I’ve never had this with someone. I’ve never been able to just relax in the moment with anyone. Yeah, I’m not the biggest talker around, but that doesn’t mean I’m relaxed at all. I’m quite the opposite. My brain never shuts off and I’m always thinking of what I should be doing or projects I should be accomplishing. But at this moment, with her in my arms, everything is quiet.
Could it be because everything with the club is settled for the first time in a long time? Hawk is locked up, and chances are, with him behind bars, the rest of the idiots in his club don’t have a clue what to do.
Either that or it’s her.
Just her mere presence, her being in my arms, shuts it all off.
“Tiny?” Kourtney’s small voice eventually pulls me from my daze.
“Yeah, honey?”
Turning in my arms, she balls her legs up to her chest, her knees breaching the surface of the water. “Is your family going to hate me?”
Her small voice pulls at my chest, and I pull her farther into me instinctively. “No. We’ll tell them the truth, and it’ll work out.”
“I don’t want your mom to hate me. I know how much she means to you.”
“You did nothing to earn hate from them, babe. If anything, you can hate Evie for the way she spoke to you. But when we tell them the truth, things will be fine.”
Crossing her arms, she rests them on her knees and then drops her chin to her arms. Running my fingers along her hairline, I push a piece of hair behind her ear as she stares off into the water.
“What is it?”
She shakes her head, then rolls it towards me so she can look into my eyes. “It’s just crazy to think about how what I thought was the worst thing that could ever happen to me turned into being one of the best.”
I eye her curiously.
“I thought quitting the firm was going to ruin my life. I thought I’d have to leave the field and, hell, even possibly move in with my parents. I never thought quitting there would lead me here, to this town, to my new job practicing law the way I always wanted to, and to a group of new friends.” Her eyes flutter closed, and she smiles softly before her eyes blink back open and soften on mine. “To you.”
A smile pulls at my lips, and I guide her closer and press a kiss to her lips. Before long, our kiss deepens. I’m not too sure which one of us is the culprit, but we don’t stop for some time. It’s a sweet kiss where we communicate to each other how we are both feeling in this exact moment. We’re both in this. Feelings are involved on both ends, and there's not much either of us can do to stop it. At least, that’s what it is to me.
By the time she pulls her lips from mine, the water has gotten cold. I almost chuckle at the idea of us acting like two teenagers, making out in a movie theater for the entire film.
Lifting her out of the bath, I locate two big-ass fluffy towels and thoroughly dry both of us off before carrying her back to the bed. Slipping her under the covers, I cross the room to shut the light out before joining her.
She rolls over to face me, placing a gentle hand against my chest, and I smile at her while brushing her hair behind her shoulder. A small blush meets her cheeks, and I instantly love the fact that I can still make her blush so much. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?”
“You calm my brain down. It’s like whenever I’m in your arms, all the noise just stops. Thank you.”
I swallow against the lump that forms there and smile down at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re not going to believe this, and I’m sure you’ll just think I’m saying it because you did, but baby, you do the same thing to me.”
Looking up at me through her lashes, the breathtaking smile that breaks through her lips calms the rampant beating of my heart. I pull her into my chest and chuckle lightly at the fact that, once again, she calms the racing thoughts, and I’m able to drift right off to sleep.