I dropped my hands from his shoulders and shied away. I couldn’t bear the rejection in his eyes. It’d break me.
Stepping back, Nate shuffled his feet. “Want a drink?”
“S-sure.”
Fuck no, I didn’t want a drink. I wanted him to throw me down on the floor and make me scream. I wanted him to spread me across the dining room table until I begged him to stop. I wanted him puffing and panting and pleading as he teetered on the edge. I wanted the taste of him on my tongue. More than anything, I wanted him to want me.
The same way I wanted him.
I went to follow him into the kitchen, but my shaky legs were having trouble co-operating. Until this moment I hadn’t realised how sore they were. How much my thighs ached. How they quivered when I tried to put any weight on them. This wasn’t normal. Or at least, it wasn’t normal for me.
“N-Nate?”
“Yeah?” His head was buried in the fridge.
I knew he was supposed to be getting us a drink, but the insecure part of me, which in this moment was ninety-nine percent of me, was telling me that he was hiding. Hiding from me. I hated the feeling. “My legs—”
“Oh shit!”
I wobbled again, almost falling flat on my face, and I would have if not for Nate’s quick thinking and strong, warm arms. Seconds later my ass was perched on his kitchen bench, my hands tangled in his hair, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth. My boobs ached. They were heavy, and my nipples were so tight as they fought to break through the constraints of my lace bra. Squashing them against his chest provided some relief, but barely a second of it. I needed more. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt, I fisted it as he bit down on my collarbone before soothing it with his tongue. My blood boiled and I gasped.
I wriggled forward on the bench, widening my legs. Nate pressed himself against me putting the delicious pressure exactly where I needed it. I couldn’t take it a minute longer. Nate stepped back as I propelled myself forward. Right now I knew I’d follow him anywhere. Sliding off the counter, I sank to my knees.
With all the strength I had, I looked up through my eyelashes and caught the surprise etched in his face. When I reached up, I noticed my fingers trembled as I smoothed my hand over the impressive bulge straining his jeans. Giving him a squeeze, I heard him puff out a breath as his eyes glazed over. I’d never like giving head. In fact, oral sex did absolutely nothing for me. Yet for some reason I’ll never understand, I wanted to do this.
Licking my lips, I popped the button on his jeans as Nate’s hand found my braids. “Josie…you don’t have to…” he panted.
He was giving me an out. One I had no intention of taking.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I dragged down his zipper, hearing his breath catch. Feeling emboldened, I yanked his pants down, moaning when they hit the floor with a wet thud. There he was, standing there wearing a pair of tight navy briefs hugging his impressive thighs. The man was all muscle. Every. Impressive. Inch. And by the looks of the surprise hiding inside his briefs, there were so many inches to savour.
His fingers digging into my scalp was an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t wait another moment. Running my hand across the front of his underwear, I felt the warm, wet patch on the front. His scent was intoxicating and empowering at the same time. I couldn’t wait a second longer.
Jerking his briefs down, I got my first glimpse. My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. He was huge. Pointing directly at me. Wrapping my hand around his steely shaft, I noticed he wasn’t just long, but thick. My fingers barely enveloped his impressive girth. Unable to hold back a second longer, I leant forward and licked the pre cum from his weeping tip.
“Fuck, Jo!”
Swallowing his head, I heard him puff out the breath he’d been holding before his hands twisted in my braids, locking me exactly where he wanted. Encouraged by the grunting and groaning, I knew I had to be doing something right. I sucked in him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. I felt him thicken on my tongue as I took hold of his balls, massaging them in my palm.
I was hot everywhere. Every cell in my body was on fire…except my own panties. They were drenched. The only thing keeping me from reaching my fingers down into my own jeans and easing the ache was the fact my hands were too busy to move them.
Nate was starting to lose his mind. He started thrusting faster and harder, making my eyes water. Any control I thought I had was gone. Nate had taken over. He was taking what he wanted, seemingly with reckless abandon. As he fucked my face, I could feel myself soaking through my jeans. If I didn’t get some relief soon, there was a very good chance I’d spontaneously combust.
“Josie…” His voice was raw with passion and want. “I’m…gonna…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before he filled my mouth with his saltiness. The moment I felt the warmth touch my tongue, my whole body shuddered as my own orgasm shattered me.
Swallowing down the mouthful, I sat back on my heels as I took a second to get my breathing under control. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, reality hit me like a freight train.
While Nate looked satisfied and sleepy, his pants still around his ankles and his deflated dick dangling in front of my face, I jumped to my feet and took off out the door.
As I stepped on the street, the rain pounding my head and cooling my heated skin, I tipped my head up to the sky and screamed, “What the fuck did I just do?”
