33. Nathan
NATHAN
“What if we just stayed here and didn’t go back?” Nathan asked, holding Octavia from behind as they looked out the floor-to-ceiling living room window at the frozen lake.
Octavia hummed and leaned back, her fingers curling around his forearms. “Not the worst idea.”
Nathan rested his chin on the top of her head and breathed her in.
It was their last day at the cottage before heading back to the real world.
The thought of which filled him with conflicting feelings.
On one hand, he was excited about getting things rolling with their shared project.
On the other, he wasn’t sure how he was going to operate in the dressing room.
How was he supposed to just go on like everything was normal?
How was he supposed to look around that room and know a bunch of those guys didn’t care?
That they’d be pissed when they found out he was talking to people.
“What’s wrong?” Octavia spun slowly in his arms. “Your breathing changed.” She was more observant about his body than he was.
He sighed, buying time to figure out how to say what he was thinking. “I don’t want to go back. I just want to stay here in this bubble with you. I’m thinking about how I’m going to exist in a room with guys I know care more about protecting the code than innocent people.”
“You have to. For now at least. You love the game still right?” He nodded down at her.
“Don’t let them take that from you then.
Leave it all on the ice so at the end of the day no one can point at you and claim you played poorly because of off-ice distractions.
Don’t let the survivor, and no doubt future survivors, be blamed.
Because they will, Nathan. The women always get blamed. ”
Fuck, he knew she was right.
“Yeah…you’re right unfortunately.”
“I wish I wasn’t.” She leaned into him and buried her face in his chest. “I love you,” she murmured against his skin and all he could do was hold her tighter while he watched the wind pick up, blowing a flurry of snow across the surface of the ice.
“Sit on the edge, baby,” Nathan requested, helping Octavia out of the hot tub so she was perched on the side while he knelt on the bench.
“It’s cold,” she complained, teeth chattering while Nathan gripped her thighs and dragged them apart.
“Be a good girl and I’ll let you back in,” he teased, dragging his finger along the outside seam of her swimsuit.
Octavia whimpered when he yanked her suit to the side and encouraged her to open her legs even more.
“Just like that. Fuck.” He leaned back, taking her all in but not making her wait too long before he went to work on that needy cunt.
She writhed against his mouth, the sound of her chattering teeth giving way to moans of pleasure as her fingers tangled in his hair.
When she was close, he backed away and told her to turn around and kneel on the bench where he’d just been. She followed obediently and when she was settled, he took his cock out of his shorts, lining himself up and pushing in without any preamble.
“Fuuuuu—” Octavia gasped as his right hand gripped her shoulder, keeping her from falling forward, while his left gripped her hip tightly.
Water sloshed around them as he set a punishing pace.
They’d need to add water before they left if he kept this up, he thought.
Quickly pushing aside the concern to focus on how good it felt to be inside of her.
The heat from the water and her pussy in contrast with the winter air was almost too much.
He dragged her back harder against him, listening to her pants of “more” as he slammed into her over and over again.
When her moans became more desperate, he dropped his right hand to rub her clit.
A couple strokes were all it took before he felt her tighten around him and break apart, her tight pussy pulsing around him, driving him to the edge.
He groaned and withdrew, painting her back as he stroked himself through his orgasm.
Nathan stood there collecting himself before bending and dragging his tongue through his mess. Octavia let out a little “oh god” when she felt him lick up her back, no doubt aware he had more plans.
He lifted her out of the tub again, setting her on the edge and watching as she opened before him without being asked.
Then he gently pushed her back and dragged her bikini bottoms off her ass, fully exposing her glistening cunt.
He leaned forward and spit the mouthful of cum onto her, letting it drip through her lips before pushing it into her with his tongue, tasting them together.
He kept at it, swirling his tongue around, not letting a drop escape while he worked her into another frenzy. He stayed latched to her when she came a third time, their combined pleasure pooling in his mouth. When she came down, he rose up to find her mouth open and waiting.
These were the times that left him in awe.
He’d never done anything like this with another partner, never knew he wanted to.
But for whatever reason, Octavia turned him into a whole new man during these moments.
He suddenly wanted to explore new kinks and acts, but only with her, only ever with her.
“That was really fucking hot,” Octavia said a while later while they were getting dressed, her expression serene like she was remembering it in real time.
“Of course it was.” He chuckled, running the towel through his hair one last time. “Everything with us is hot.”
“I know but like…” She stared back, eyes widening, lips curling, cheeks darkening. “Surprisingly hot. I’ve never been with a guy who would even kiss me after I gave him a blowjob and you just…have no reservations.”
Nathan’s face scrunched in disgust. Not only because he hated the thought of her being with anyone else, but also because he bet they had no problem kissing her after they’d gone down. They probably just assumed she wanted to taste herself.
“I don’t know what it is but if it touches you I fucking want it. It’s like a compulsion.”
“A compulsion, eh?” She sidled up to him. “What about a dinner compulsion?”
Nathan’s stomach chose that moment to growl and Octavia cracked up. Her beautiful smile growing as her laughter filled the room.
“I guess that solves that mystery,” he said, wrapping an arm around her and leading her from the bedroom. “Only downside about being this far out is that there’s really no take out options,” he grumbled.
“But I like your cooking and I really like watching you do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. It’s like having a fantasy come true without having to venture to any foreign lands.”
“No trips through the wardrobe,” he said over his shoulder as he walked to the kitchen. “Feel free to skip getting dressed, you’ll probably be so turned on by watching me chop and sauté that you’ll need to touch yourself.”
She made a little noise but didn’t say anything back. Truth be told, he didn’t actually think it would be a good idea if she sat there watching him cook while wearing nothing. She was too tempting while wearing clothes, he was certain he’d lose a finger if she wasn’t.
Nathan awoke to hands exploring his body at some point in the middle of the night which led to him rolling Octavia onto her back and fucking her slowly.
When he woke again, soft morning light was spilling beneath the curtains and he decided to tease Octavia awake before slowly fucking her from behind with her leg draped over his thigh and his name on her lips.
His name and the indents her nails left on his arm, a reminder that he was hers.
Nathan kissed along her shoulder, dragging his lips slowly across her sensitive skin as they caught their breath, his chest rising along her back.
“Morning, Autumn girl,” he murmured, wrapping his arms tighter around her.
“Morning, honey.” She sighed, running her fingers up and down his arm. “How did I ever wake up any other way?” she asked, rolling over and smiling sleepily. “Do we have to go?”
A groan left him as he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. “Unfortunately. Also there’s someone coming to clean and I’d hate to be in their way.”
Octavia rolled away and covered her face. “Oh god.”
“What?”
She levelled him with a look before rolling her eyes. “So much sex.”
Nathan burst out laughing and pulled her back against him.
“Do you think someone’s coming in with a black light?
” He rolled over and caged her in between his arms. “I didn’t leave a fucking drop of evidence, Autumn.
” He dropped a kiss on her chin. “Never do when it comes to you.” His lips trailed up her jaw.
“Sooner we get home the sooner we can beat the record we set here.”
He sat up and held his hand out to her, pulling her up when she took it and sliding off the bed.
“Are you forgetting something?” she asked over her shoulder as she walked toward the bathroom.
Nathan’s eyes were glued to her naked ass and it took him a second to respond. “I don’t think so…”
“Your brother?”
Fuck, Nathan thought, throwing his head back and groaning.
“Why the hell did I say I’d put him up? His place would have been fine.”
“I think it was something to do with your overbearing mother,” Octavia called from the bathroom, her voice echoing off the cavernous space. “And because you’re a very good brother.” She popped her head around the door. “And being nice to family is a fucking turn on.”
He took that as an invitation for one more round as the shower turned on.