Page 46 of Freefall

And there it is. The snap. Before I know what’s happening, I’m against the wall, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re such a fucking brat, you know that? Tell me something.” The whole room starts to spin. “How wet are you right now?”

I start to shake my head, but he catches my chin between his thumb and index finger, turning my head until I meet his eyes. “Tell me.”

This time he lets me shake my head. “Fuck, Harper. Tell me to stop.”

I should. I really fucking should, but instead I find myself shaking my head for the second time. And in case that’s not enough permission for him, I utter softly, “Don’t stop.”

His eyes burn liquid silver as he slides his hand down and cups my core roughly over my leggings. “I knew it.”

He moves his hand, rubbing my pussy against the fabric, until I can’t take it anymore and delicious pleasure sparks low in my belly.

“Shit, Nate.”

“Uh-uh.” He rips his hand from me. “Don’t even fucking think about it. Since you seem to remember so much about our time together before you walked out on me, tell me what you said the night of the Halloween party when I took you into that bedroom.”

“I—”

“Don’t lie to me, Harper. Tell me what you said—what you wanted me to do.”

“Don’t let me come,” I whisper.

“That’s right, Harp. You said even if you whine and beg and scream for it, not to let you come. And you did beg, didn’t you? You begged so fucking sweetly.”

His thumb brushes my cheek.

“But I didn’t let you, did I?” I look over his shoulder in an effort to avoid his gaze. “Well, not for a while.”

After the safe word discussion, I taught Nate about edging and orgasm denial. For someone who was basically a sex god, he knew very little about the kinky stuff. He never allowed himself to experience it because he was afraid he would hurt the women he was with or scare them away. That night I showed him what it felt like to be free.

For over an hour, he went down on me, fingered me, fucked me, but he wouldn’t let me come. And when he finally did? I exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. I had never come so hard in my life. Afterward, he covered me up as best he could and carried me to his car. He drove me to his apartment off-campus, and we showered together. He washed my hair and wrapped me in a towel and held me, all the while whispering in my ear how well I did and how proud he was of me. It wasn’t just the best orgasm; it was maybe the best night of my life.

“I kept you on edge for hours before I let you come,” he rasps. His hand is back, teasing the waistband of my leggings. “Maybe I should do it again.”

I wish the sharp intake of air I force into my lungs didn’t make that desperate noise, but it does.

He hooks his thumbs on both sides of my leggings. “Harper. Look at me.” My heavy eyes slide slowly to his. “Tell me to fucking stop.”

I shake my head again, and he shoves my leggings down, ripping my panties to the side. He inches his thumb into my pussy, gathering the wetness before bringing it up to rub circles on my clit. When he pushes two thick fingers in at once, I can’t contain the curse that spills from my lips.

“Shhh…”

“Nate, I⁠—”

“Don’t worry. I’m not in the mood to make you wait this time. You’d enjoy it too much, and you don’t deserve my time. Tell you what.” He curls his fingers, and I grind down on his hand. “Beg me.”

But I can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He continues to pump his fingers while circling my clit with his thumb. Nate has always been an expert with his hands, but how has he gotten even better at this since we were last together? I tell myself it’s only because it’s been an embarrassingly long time since anyone’s fingers other than my own have been down there, but I know it’s him.

“Beg me, Dani,” he grits out. “Beg me, and it’s all yours.”

I can’t even think about the fact that my nickname slipped out because a low buzz of pleasure spreads, tightening my belly, and I know I’m only seconds away, whether I beg him or not.

He slows down. “Beg me, or this stops.”

No, please don’t stop.

“Please, Nate, ” I finally say aloud.

He picks up speed again. “Please what?”