by Sierra Hill
I try snapping my fingers and fail miserably, so I stamp my foot like an insolent child, instead. I have no idea why I’m acting like this. Just earlier today I didn’t even like Nathaniel.
And now look at me. I’m spitting mad because he’s stopped me from wanting to sleep with my boss. Good grief, what is wrong with me?
“Marin,” he says in the voice of reason, putting his hands on top my shoulders. “You know I want you. You’ve had my dick hard since the day I met you. But I won’t fuck you when you’ve been drinking so heavily that you were nodding off at dinner.”
I cross my arms over my chest and notice his eyes flash to my breasts. Just for the hell of it, to make him realize what he’s missing, I intentionally pull my shoulders back and push my breasts forward, knowing my hardened nipples poke through my blouse.
“That was due to the jetlag, thank you very much. But fine, you’ve made your point. Although, in the future, I can decide for myself if I want to fuck you or not.”
I swing my hips around and teeter off to the door to my room, looking over my shoulder at him as I place the keycard in the slot.
“And you don’t know what you’re missing.”
I know for a fact he’s staring at my ass right now as I hear him curse and mumble,
“Fuck me, I do know what I’m missing.”
7
Nathaniel
It’s been a week since we arrived in La Selva, the Bioresearch organization where I consult and perform my research.
Although our days have been busy with research, it doesn’t mean I don’t have time to think about Marin and regret my decision from our first night here. To make matters worse, she tests my restraint every fucking day wearing short little shorts and smelling so fucking delicious I want to scarf her down.
She’s been intentionally keeping her distance when we’re in the lab together. Whether it’s side-by-side at the lab computer, or as I peer into my microscope and she notates my findings on the laptop, or while we’re out in the field collecting samples and getting wet and dirty from the soil and humid moisture, she never allows less than a foot of distance between us.
I don’t blame her. I’m mad at myself, too, for not taking her to bed when she asked, but as time goes on, it was the best decision under the circumstances. Even though I still want to fuck the shit out of her, and my desire burns hotter every day.
Instead, I focus on my research. The plan is to head out and collect needed samples to bring back and analyze. I probably don’t need Marin to come out with me on this overnight trip, but I want her with me.
When I first mentioned this to Marin yesterday, she got excited about exploring more of the rainforest terrain. However, now that we’ve set up camp with a storm quickly approaching, and the sounds of the wildlife in every direction, her enthusiasm has waned, and she’s been on edge for the last hour as we set up camp.
“You know,” I mention as we clean up after the dinner we made over the open fire. “When I was here for my college internship, I’d never slept outdoors before. I nearly peed the sleeping bag the first time I heard the distant thunder and squirrel monkeys during my first overnight.”
Marin giggles, giving me a skeptical look. “You did? Really? Doesn’t seem possible.”
“Trust me, it was a very long night. And although I was with three other fellow interns, I was the only city-boy. There was no way I was going to show those guys how scared I truly was.”
“What’d you end up doing?”
I shrug and lift my chin, undeterred by the embarrassment. “When it came down to it, I peed in my water bottle instead of leaving my tent to piss outside. I was that scared.”
“Oh my God, you were chicken.” She laughs and flaps her arms, mocking me at my expense.
“You have no idea. I dare you to go into those woods after the fire goes out. We’ll see just how brave you are then.”
Marin looks behind her at the darkened tree line, biting down on her lip and shaking her head, eyes wide and her ponytail flying side-to-side behind her neck.
“No way. I may be here on a dare, but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb enough to get mauled and eaten by a cheetah.”
As if they know they’re being discussed, the sound of a large cat’s growl echoes through the trees from off in the distance.
Marin skooches closer to me and I’m about to place a reassuring arm around her shoulder when the rain begins pelting down and we scurry to clean up around us and head to our tents. As I watch her enter through the tent flap, I can’t help but notice the tanned smooth skin of her legs in the short-khaki shorts she wears. I sigh, wondering how I’ll survive the night and remain silent as I get myself off.
“Do you need anything? Got your flashlight and bug repellant?”
Just her hand pokes out of the tent giving me a thumbs up sign and I chuckle.
“Okay. Goodnight, Marin.”
The sound of the now pouring rain nearly drowns out her voice, but I hear, “Goodnight, Nathaniel.”
Not even ten minutes later, as I’m nestled in my sleeping bag with a book in hand trying hard to keep my mind off Marin in the tent next to me, I hear her panicked scream.
I scramble out of my tent flap and rush over to Marin’s tent.
“Marin? Are you okay?”
“No! I’m freaking sopping wet,” she proclaims in a high-pitched bark. “There’s a huge leak in my tent!”
As she pops outside on all fours, I can see she’s drenched from head to toe and I let out a loud laugh.
“What the hell happened?” I say through my laughter, lending my hand so she can stand up. I automatically lead her into my tent to get us out of the rain.
Searching for something she can use to dry off with, I find the T-shirt I’d worn earlier in the day on the floor and hand it to her.
My eyes follow the path her hand takes over her shoulders, her arms, her legs, and her chest.
Wearing only a pair of boy shorts and a cropped T-shirt that clings to her breasts, I do my best to look away. But when she runs the cotton material over her bare stomach, my eyes return with interest, tracking the motion as it rounds her belly button and then moves down to the juncture between her legs.
My mouth is suddenly dry and parched, my jaw clenching as I watch the most erotic sight unfold before me.
It’s when she lifts her hair from the back of her neck to wipe it dry that she catches me staring and stops. My gaze is homed in on the small pebbled buds poking out from her shirt and the little slip of exposed skin underneath her breast.
It’s then that she notices my bare chest and the briefs I’m wearing. And my extremely hard erection. There is no denying I am aroused and very interested.
Her eyes peruse my body as her hand drops to hang listlessly by her side. Marin’s lips part and her pupils dilate, and I step forward. I reach my hand behind her neck and pull her into me so severely that she gasps in a breath. I swallow her sharp exhale of breath with my mouth. The kiss is hard and demanding.
I’m vaguely aware of the swish of material as the shirt hits the ground and her fingers slide up my torso. She tentatively circles one of my nipples and I growl.
I fucking growl.
Marin’s hands continue to coast over my ridged abs, which ripple underneath her touch, and then they swing around my waist to my lower back, then down to the curve of my ass and she squeezes.
Holy fuck, I like that. My own hand dives under her cropped-shirt, lifting it to expose the underside of her breast. Her skin is so supple. Her nipple so taut. Her breast so full.
Marin sucks in a breath when I tweak the tip of her nipple and I gain an extreme sense of satisfaction when it turns into a sexy moan.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding past her lips to explore her mouth, darting in and out, toying with hers.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
I pull back to assess her response. Her eyes bore into mine with such dark intensity my cock surges and swells from the sizzl
e of heat it produces.
“‘Bout time.”
8
Marin
Nathaniel lays me down on the cushioned tent bed, his thick thigh pressing between my legs as I rock against him seeking friction.
He brings out the primitive woman in me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re in an isolated part of the world where it’s nature over man. I can’t describe the reaction I have, but I know it’s due to the pull that Nathaniel has had on me since I met him. Like gravity, it locks around my center and demands I connect with him by some force of nature.
I want hard. Rough. Primal fucking.
My hands are everywhere, reaching, grabbing, pulling, yanking. They find the elastic edge of his briefs and slide underneath and over the firm humps of his ass. God, what a perfectly formed masterpiece.
As he divests me of my damp T-shirt, I lift my arms and a thrill spirals through my belly when his mouth lands on my naked breast.
A cry escapes my lips and I arch against him.
“Yes. Yes, Yes,” I confirm, although he hasn’t asked a question.
My eyes close at the tingling sensation from his tongue as he licks and torments my rosebud nipples.
Nathaniel’s cock is pressed hard against my thigh and the need to touch him charges through me like an enraged bull in the streets of Pamplona.
Slipping my palm down his shorts, I feel him hard, pulsing and hot.
I enclose my fist around the base and slide over the taut flesh, reaching the tip. I swirl my finger around the crown, spreading the beads of precum and the presence of his desire.
While I continue to stroke, he works at my underwear, pulling it down just enough so that he has access to me. His fingers skate across the wetness and I gasp as his mouth once again finds mine, pressing firmly and kissing the air from my lungs.
His fingers continue to toy and play, slipping through my wet folds and flicking my sensitive nub.
Nathaniel’s deep voice breaks the silence as he whispers thickly in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, first. I want to hear you scream when you come. You understand?”
I’m breathless and unable to form words, so I just hum an affirmative response.
It’s then that his long fingers, callused from the outdoors, breach my entrance and bury themselves inside me.
But it’s not enough. Although they are magical and talented, I need his cock inside me.
The thought swims through my head as he pumps his fingers, as I writhe against his palm, hungrily seeking that oblivion. The moment his thumb presses at my swollen clit, I go off.
And I do as he said. “Nath-an-iel…Oh. My. God.”
His whiskers abrade at my ear as he chuckles low and deep. But I have no respite from the high because the next thing I know is he’s on top of me, poised at my entrance.
He stares down at me with such intensity it leaves me speechless. At some point, he’d covered himself with a condom and the fat head of his cock pushes inside.
“Open for me, Marin. Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
My body instinctively complies with his demands and I spread myself wide, wrapping my legs around his hips as he pushes in deep, burying himself inside me.
I must scream because the concern in his voice is evident.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you feel…perfect.” I emphasize this statement by digging my nails into his fleshy ass, pulling him into me until he bottoms out.
“Oh, Christ. You’re trying to kill me.”
My giggle gets lodged in my throat as Nathaniel begins to move in earnest. Pushing in and pulling out. The drag of his thick cock inside me sends ribbons of pleasure coiling low in my belly. Soon, and without warning, I feel that ever-perfect intensity at the base of my spine as it explodes through my body.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, that’s it.” His term of endearment sends me straight to heaven.
As I’m barreling back down to earth, Nathaniel kicks it up a notch, rocking faster and pumping harder, the muscles in his neck cording tightly until he lets loose a harsh roar of relief.
Reality quickly sets in as Nathaniel slides out of me and lands on his side, our breaths stilted and labored. The tension ripples as I blindly search around for something to cover myself up with.
Nathaniel notices my discomfort and hands me his T-shirt, which I slide over my head. It smells of outdoors and man, reawakening my desire.
When I’m covered and dare to look up, Nathaniel is staring down at me with the most beautiful and satisfied smile I’ve ever seen.
The only problem is, it’s worn by the one man I should never have slept with.
Shit. I just fucked my boss.
9
Nathaniel
The last two days haven’t gone according to plan, as Marin seems to be tip-toeing around me both in and outside the lab.
After the night we spent together, things grew awkward. More on Marin’s part than mine. She’s withdrawn considerably in our exchanges, and anytime I get within an arm’s distance, she flinches and moves away.
I noticed it almost instantaneously after we fucked the other night. As soon as I pulled out, Marin turned away and extracted herself from any further physical touch. And now two days later, she remains quiet and detached, giving me one syllable answers to all my questions.
Right now, her head is bent down as she enters data into her laptop.
“Marin?”
She lifts her face and her eyes regard me inquisitively.
“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?”
She nervously glances around the room, finding that we are the last ones here. It’s well past eight p.m.
“Oh…um…no, I…” She sucks on her bottom lip.
All I can think about is how much I want to taste those delectable lips again. Maybe even slide my hard cock between them as she swallows me down as I come.
“Can we address the elephant in the room, please?”
She looks startled. “What elephant is that?”
I point between us. “Right here. This. You’ve avoided me since the night we fucked. Why is that?”
Standing from my seated position, I walk around the edge of the table and move behind her. Placing my hands on her hips, I swivel her around in the chair so she faces me. Hoping to gain some reaction other than disinterest, I drag my hands down her thighs until they land on her bare knees.
“Do you regret it, Marin? Because I don’t. In fact, all I’ve been thinking about is when I can fuck you again. I would’ve that night and the next morning, too, had you not shut down on me.”
My palms circle her knees and I feel her shiver. Good. At least I know I’m affecting her, but I don’t know if it’s repulsion or desire. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
I trace a feather-light touch up the inside of her thigh and her eyes close as she moans. When my fingers reach the edge of her shorts, I stop.
“Well?” I prod.
She inhales deeply and I watch her throat constrict as she swallows.
“You’re my boss, Nathaniel. I shouldn’t have slept with you. I don’t do things like that. I made a bad decision.”
I smirk. “You’re calling me a bad decision?”
Marin straightens in her chair. Licking my lips, I lean in and press her knees open with my hands and nestle into the cleft of her body.
My lips are at her ear as I whisper, “Did you enjoy it when I fucked you?”
Her body trembles in response.
“Yes. But…”
Rolling the tip of my tongue over the shell of her ear, I can smell her light citrusy scent.
“Shhh. The only question is this…do you want me to fuck you again?”
I don’t give her time to respond, instead, I lift her off the chair and place her on the table, pushing everything out of the way. Marin protests with a little gasp and I bite her earlobe.
“Of course. I just need this job and I don’
t want anything to ruin it.”
Plowing my fingers through the soft strands of her hair, I apply pressure at the back of her neck, bending to kiss her forehead.
“Marin,” I emphasize with a squeeze at her nape. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.”
“Never?” she asks with an innocent inflection to her voice.
I shake my head. “Never.”
I cup her cheeks in my hands, brushing her bottom lip with my thumb.
“I’ve fallen for you, Marin. I want more of you. You’re not only a very capable assistant, but an amazing woman. I want you by my side and in my bed every day and every night.”
She smiles brightly.
“Yes. I’d like that. I want more with you, too.”
“Then it’s settled. Now, let’s talk about getting you to bed.”
Epilogue
3 months later
“Marin! I’ve got good news.”
I rush into my downtown Manhattan office, throwing my coat on a hook and yanking the papers out of my messenger bag.
Rounding the corner, I find Marin typing away on her laptop.
When I reach her, I bend down and kiss her hard on her lips. She returns the kiss with such fervor I nearly forget what I’m about to tell her and find myself sinking down to my knees so I’m kneeling in front of her, wrapping my fingers behind her neck, drawing her in for more.
That’s the thing I’ve found since meeting Marin. With her, it’s never enough. I always want more of what she has to offer. The desire to see her smile every day. To watch her face light up with excitement when she’s learned something new. To see the expression of lust in her eyes when she sucks my cock.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and pull back, noticing the moisture left on Marin’s lips and imagining them parting and wrapping around my length as she takes me in.
She lifts an eyebrow and grins. The one that tells me she knows exactly what I’m thinking and that she’s down to fuck. I scan the table a few feet from us, remembering the time I fucked her bare at La Selva, and how we’ve been doing that ever since.