21. Nathan
NATHAN
Octavia had insisted that she needed to go home because her work clothes were there and she definitely had to go to work the next morning.
Nathan had told her that he knew people and they could just go buy her an entirely new wardrobe to keep at his place.
She laughed as if he had been joking, but when he didn’t join her, she declined the offer with an eye roll and the insistence that no such thing would be happening.
Now he wandered around her living room, quietly studying the pictures on her mantle and books on her shelves.
Getting a peek into her life the same way she’d already gotten into his.
She’d convinced him to stay at her place tonight after he told her he didn’t want to sleep in his bed without her.
And he had meant sleep. Despite how he’d carried himself and his bravado about taking it easy on her, the last two weeks and a sex marathon had worn him out.
At this point, no ice would be cold enough and no shower would be hot enough to ease the soreness throughout his body.
The orgasms definitely helped but those endorphins faded far too quickly to have any healing impact.
“So? Do you think you’ll survive a night here?” she asked, handing him a glass of water.
“I can survive just about anywhere, Autumn, especially if I’ve got water and you.”
She tilted her head, an amused look tugging at her lips. “No food?”
He looked down at her and smirked. “You’re the only meal I need.” Her laugh filled the room. “I didn’t think that was all that funny.” He pouted.
“It’s not actually. Partly because I believe you mean it.”
He set his water down and drew her into him. “I do fucking mean it. Although, I’m not sure you’d survive my hunger.”
“No?”
“Nope. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I got a taste. Now I’m constantly thinking: this is good but it’s nowhere near as good as Octavia’s pussy.”
He watched her turn red, knowing how far that blush travelled down her body. Hyperaware of what her body was doing at that very moment.
When she appeared to recover, she stepped back. “I’m not sure I have the energy to feed you again tonight.”
Nathan stepped back into her space. “Holding you should do the trick tonight. Just let me fall asleep with you in my arms.”
“I’m not going to wake up with a giant dick pressing into my ass?”
“Real talk?” She nodded slowly, the smirk replaced by a look of concern. “I’ve been talking a big game but I’m fucking done in. If you wake up with my cock looking for action, it’s purely my body reacting to you and you are encouraged—just this once—to ignore it.”
She did not ignore it. Nathan woke up with her mouth wrapped around him and after he came down her throat, she’d left him in bed, drained, with the taste of his own cum on his tongue after she kissed him thoroughly.
He had drifted back to sleep remembering how she’d been shocked the first time he’d gone down on her after coming inside.
He hadn’t admitted that he’d been shocked too, he’d never done it before, had never even thought of doing it before.
But he didn’t even recall actively considering it, he just got on his knees, like the thought of a single drop of what they’d created together going down the drain was unconscionable
Two hours later he woke to a quiet house and a text from Octavia.
Octavia
I expect you to be in my bed when I get home.
Anything you want.
Nathan took his time getting out of bed.
He showered, using Octavia’s body wash and shampoo and not hating that he’d spend the day smelling like her.
In the kitchen he found a note telling him to help himself to whatever he wanted and that the coffee was ready to go he just needed to hit the button.
He’d never been alone in a girlfriend’s place before.
He’d never even spent a night at a girlfriend’s place because of how much he preferred his own bed.
Her bed had never even crossed his mind when he told her that if she was going home, he was coming with her.
Then he’d slept like a baby with her tucked into his chest.
She may really be an addiction, he thought to himself, leaning back against the counter and watching the coffee begin to drip into the pot.
Tomorrow he was back to his regular schedule, but he could plan something tonight.
What the fuck did people do on dates these days?
He wanted to show her he wasn’t just sticking around for the sex, so he had to choose something where he wouldn’t be tempted to do unspeakable things with her.
He was pretty sure that left a funeral and being in a room with his family.
I need a date idea.
Emma
Why? You go on dates all the time.
Not like this.
Take her to dinner.
Done that, want to do something less obvious. What did Kevin plan for you?
We were married for a decade, date night was curling up together on the couch and rewatching The Office.
Fine what DID he used to plan then or what did you plan?
Go to a board game cafe. That’ll help you get to know one another. Unless that’s too public.
Do board game people watch hockey?
You’re such a snob. Yes Nate, they watch hockey. We grew up playing them remember?
No…I just don’t want to be bothered that’s all!
Try The Golden Chalice on King. I’ve heard good things from friends.
Thanks.
Nathan started googling board game cafés and The Golden Chalice was consistently at the top of the list. Good food, good drinks, both alcoholic and not, and apparently a wide range of games. Most importantly, it would be busy and they’d be able to talk and avoid temptation.
The problem with being at Octavia’s house instead of his own was that he didn’t have a key, so leaving was out of the question. So he ordered lunch, watched some TV, and ended up pulling a cute looking romance novel off her shelf.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Nathan said, closing the book he’d made it halfway through. His lunch was half-touched and he was hard as a rock.
What the hell is this?
He sent a picture to Octavia.
Autumn
That’s a book Nathan.
I know it’s a book but holy shit, Octavia, it’s practically porn. It looks like a sweet romance and he just fucked her raw in a change room of a store…in public.
One of my favourite scenes!
Do you want to be fucked in a change room?
Just because I like to read it doesn’t mean I want to do it. But it’s not off the table. Why, do you want to fuck me in a change room, Nathan?
Nathan squeezed his cock, trying to keep himself in check. Did he want to fuck her in a change room? Obviously.
I basically never want to stop fucking you, Octavia.
It’s a problem.
What are you doing?
Trying to convince my dick to chill out.
He jumped when his phone rang. Octavia’s name shone from the screen. He leapt up and began walking to her bedroom, grabbing paper towels on the way.
“Octavia?” he answered, halfway up the stairs.
“One day”—her raspy voice came through the line—“soon, I’m going to drag you into the change room at my favourite store. Would you allow me to?”
“Yes.” He swallowed, looking down at his cock that was already dripping.
“I’m going to slowly take off my clothes and crawl across the room to you. You’ll have a great view of my ass in the mirror. You love my ass don’t you, honey?”