Room With a View: Hot Down Under

by Scott, Kylie

  “Natalie?” He opened his eyes. Hers were huge. Shocked. Oh, no. Had he read her wrong? His dick was killing him, fucking with his head. Maybe she hadn’t meant what he’d thought she’d meant. He swallowed hard and cursed. “Is this okay?”

  “You want …” Her lips grazed his as she spoke because he wasn’t moving back. Not until she said to. She looked so much prettier up close. The sweet curves of her face, the dent in her chin. Everything about her worked for him.

  “Yeah. I, ah … I …” He rubbed his thumb against the back of her neck and her skin goosepimpled beneath his touch. Good or bad? Shit. He had no idea. So what if she said no. He’d survive it, somehow. What he couldn’t do was not try. And why this felt harder than storming into that fucking enclosure, he didn’t know. “I want you.”

  There. It was said.

  Her eyes went impossibly wider and her breath hitched.

  Except he wanted to make sure there were no mistakes this time.

  Angus sucked in a breath, let it out. “I mean, I want to have sex with you. Now.”

  Natalie’s eyes darkened and her mouth opened. But she said nothing for the longest time. Her dark brows drawn tight and lips perfectly still.

  He could have choked on the silence.

  There was a softly mumbled “fuck it”. Then her soft hands cupped his face, drawing him in. And God, he wanted in. More than he could remember ever wanting anything, he wanted inside of her.

  “Okay, Angus,” she said. “Yes. I want that too. I want us to forget about everything for a while.”

  Coherent thought sailed straight out the window. He smashed his lips to hers. Shoved his tongue into her mouth. There was nothing smooth or controlled about it.

  Natalie made a noise beneath him and it might have been laughter but he was too busy to care. Too taken up with kissing her, deep and wet. The taste of her filled him and he was full to bursting already. His balls aching and his dick so hard it hurt. Her fingers slipped into his hair, holding him to her as she stroked her tongue against his. Nipped at him. Kissed him.

  Gave him all the encouragement he needed.

  Pure instinct drove him. He slid a hand behind her back, taking his weight on the other, easing her back onto the carpet. Getting her underneath him. Getting between her thighs so he could rub his hard-on against her like some horny kid.

  He had to be as close to her as he could be.

  His hand fumbled over her shirt, shaking like shit embarrassingly enough, seeking out a breast. He felt sixteen all over again, unsure and overexcited. The hard point of a nipple scraped against the palm of his hand through her layers of material and he closed his fingers around her. God. She was more than a handful, all over. Her body felt so right, soft and curvy. Fucking perfect. But there were too many clothes between them. Far too many.

  He was in a mad rush, verging on panic, and he couldn’t seem to slow down. Need hammered at his head. “Natalie …”

  “Easy,” she soothed, kissing the side of his mouth, his jaw. Her lips swollen and the skin on her chin pink from his stubble.

  “You really want this?”

  “Very much so.”

  Relief flooded him. He curved his arms up around her head, pressed his face into her neck and squeezed his eyes tight. “Thank fuck.”

  “I really thought you’d left.” Her voice cracked and he reared back. Her eyes were liquid-bright.

  “No. No, I couldn’t do that.” How could she even doubt it? He’d told her things on that stupid damn walkie-talkie he’d never told another living soul. “You don’t need to worry about that. Ever.”

  Her chin wrinkled up and he kissed it too. Again and again.

  “Tell me you believe me,” he prompted.

  Her mouth opened and her bottom lip trembled. “I’m sorry. I’m ruining it.”

  “Tell me you believe me.”

  She nodded jerkily. “I believe you.”

  “Good. You’re so beautiful.”

  “You’re brilliant for my self-esteem,” Natalie sighed and then chuckled. Low, throaty sounds that fulfilled two of the top three items on his list of things to hear before he died. Her hands slid down his body, moulding to his damp back. Clinging to him enough to let him know this was getting to her too. “Let’s get this T-shirt off. Hmm?”

  “Yeah.” Angus pushed back onto his knees, ditched the shirt, started tearing open his shorts while he toed off his sneakers. Naked was excellent. Naked was clearly where they needed to go. His heart pounded inside his chest. Sweat slicked his body and his hands were still shaking. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice. “Ah, Nat. Get your clothes off. Now. Please.”

  “You’ve got combat adrenaline.” Natalie rose up onto her elbows and eyed the bulge in his boxer briefs with interest. “I read about it once.”

  He frowned at her, confused at the change in subject. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

  “No.”

  “You’ve still got your clothes on.” He pushed down his cargos and boxers, needing to get naked. Needing her to get naked, but Natalie was busy, watching. The expression on her face when she saw his cock for the first time was immensely satisfying. The dart of her pink tongue across her lips like she was contemplating all manner of stuff. Her eyes roamed over him, breasts heaving like there wasn’t enough air in the apartment, even with the balcony doors wide open.

  She really did have the best tits. The best everything. Her voice alone had kept him hanging on for days. To think she’d imagined him gone. The things she’d said to him, how she’d kept him hoping, yearning. She’d given him a reason to live when every last thing was lost. Now he’d gotten to her there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going anywhere without her.

  “You’re gorgeous,” she said.

  Angus grunted. Not that her lust for him wasn’t nice but he was concentrating on other things. Things like not losing his load right here and now. The need to claim her in some primal way thumped around inside him, burning through his blood.

  The effect she had on him.

  Getting her top off would take longer so he went straight for the shorts, hooking the elastic of her panties into the deal. Two articles of clothing for the price of one. Eureka! Without hesitation he stripped them both straight down her long, shapely legs, eyeing up her pussy. Every bit as interested in her sex as she’d been in his. No game of ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ could have measured up. There was a dark strip of hair on her mound and plump, pink lips. So damn nice. Here, too, she was prettier up close than he’d imagined. And he had spent some solid time imagining.

  Angus traced her moist slit with the pads of his fingers. Up and down, over and over. Just feeling her. Learning her. Her breathing grew choppy. He eased in a finger, experimenting, sliding it in deep. Pumping first one, and then two, slowly into her. She was warm and wet inside and out, her pussy making soft sucking noises as he finger-fucked her.

  “Angus,” she moaned.

  He could listen to her say his name all soft and husky for a good long time.

  Her whole body tensed and she whimpered when he searched out the top of her seam, locating her sensitive clit. Rubbing either side. Her folds were flushed the darkest pink and his dick screamed bloody murder but he couldn’t pull himself away from playing with her.

  Not just yet.

  Dark eyes were on him, huge and hungry.

  “I want to lick you.” He didn’t recognise his own voice. “But later, okay?”

  “Okay,” she murmured, hips bumping against his hand. Demanding more. The air was laced with the scent of her. It was intoxicating. He twisted his fingers, watching to catch her every reaction. It made him hot, making her squirm. “Angus, enough, come here.”

  She smiled and arched her neck, pressed her mouth to his. Kissing him slow and sweet. Opening her mouth to him when he licked at her bottom lip. Making his head spin.

  His Natalie.

  She pushed lightly against his shoulders. “Let me up so I can put my mouth on you.”


  “No, ah, that’s a bad idea.” He eased back, started working her top up and off her. Easy enough, but the bra lacked a front closure. Unacceptable. “Time to change positions.”

  Angus rolled them, taking her onto his chest, her dark hair falling over his face. Natalie’s hands gripped his shoulders and she sat up, astride him. What a view. Her breasts jiggled, snaring his immediate attention, but the sudden press of her hot, wet cunt against his tortured cock felt insane. Terrible. Perfect. His jaw locked.

  They needed to move forward with this sex thing before he disgraced himself. He hadn’t been this worked up in years.

  “Why is it a bad idea?” she asked. “You’d like it. I promise.”

  “I believe you,” he croaked. “Take off the bra. Please.”

  She did so with a pleased smirk, her earlier shakes and tears long since forgotten. Given half a chance he’d have a smile permanently on her face. She threw the black satin aside. Her luscious tits tumbled into his waiting hands. Hard, brown nipples made his mouth water and his blood surge anew. He shook his head, closing his eyes against a wave of light-headedness. Too much to do. Several lifetimes’ worth and then some.

  He rolled her pretty nipples between his thumb and forefinger, plucked them and played with them, making her breath hitch and her mouth fall open. That was nice, but honestly, he was too caught up in pleasing himself to notice much. Maybe next time. No, definitely next time. He’d be all about pleasing her. She’d never doubt him again. Not in any way, shape or form.

  Her fingers kneaded at his forearms, short nails scratching. He hoped she left marks.

  “I feel like a dirty old woman when you look at me that way.”

  “I like you dirty. The old is bullshit. I don’t want to hear that. Ever.”

  “Harder, you sweet talker,” she panted, grinding her pussy against him. “Just like that.”

  “Shit. Stop.” He gripped her hips, holding her still. Slamming his eyes shut against the real-life wet dream sitting on top of his cock. He’d played this moment over and over in his head but nothing came close to actually touching her. Need almost made a mess of him. “Nat, I’m a little on edge here.”

  “Sorry, sorry.” She petted him apologetically but the unholy gleam in her eye remained. “So when you thought about our first time, how did you imagine it?”

  “Honestly? There was less talking, more action. And you were wearing this red thing…”

  She grinned, leant down to kiss him again, good and hard. Teeth chinked. She was obviously as hungry for him as he was for her. So fucking good. Her hips rolled against him and white light edged his vision. The sweet heat of her was killing him. He groaned loudly and his balls drew up tight.

  This had gone on long enough. He needed inside of her. Now. “Nat.”

  “Sorry. Sorry. I got carried away.”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he rummaged for his pack, pushing aside the shotgun and fossicking for … “Got it.”

  Natalie leaned over, inspecting his pack with interest. “Exactly how many condoms did you bring with you?”

  “Some.” Three boxes, total. They’d been sitting on the shelf of an abandoned pharmacy. He’d grabbed them … just in case. Which was bullshit. He’d had every intention of using every single one with her and then searching for more. The need she put in him wasn’t going away any time soon. He ripped into the nearest then did the same with one of the foil packages within, handed the contents over to her waiting hand. “Please. Hurry.”

  She shuffled down his body, took his cock in hand. Delicate fingers wrapped around the width of him. His hips kicked and Natalie gave him a look with a hint of mischief. Oh, man. She even licked her lips for good measure. A living dream. “I like this.”

  Angus moaned and fought the need to thrust into her fingers, breathing out hard through his nose. He was running out of time. She had no fucking idea what she did to him. Her grip tightened and he felt about ready to beg. Propose. God, just do something. Sweat sheeted off him.

  Shit, she was going to kill him.

  But she didn’t. Thank God, because the condom cooled things down, dulled the sensations just enough. Natalie rolled it down with smooth precision, kissed and licked her way up his stomach, his chest, crawling back up his body. Taking her time and driving him mad. He grabbed her beneath her arms and brought her mouth back to his. Kissed her soundly, impatiently, several times. Soul deep. Trying to tell her everything he couldn’t begin to know how to say.

  Her nipples brushed his chest and she guided his sheathed cock into her waiting cunt. Slowly impaling herself on him, never breaking eye contact.

  The feel of her enveloping him. Taking him deep into her body. There was nothing like it.

  Nothing.

  The very first time of what he hoped to be many, many more. Mine. He counted backwards from fifty, locked down his stomach muscles. All that shit so as not to lose it. His ragged breathing was the only noise. But every breath brought her scent to him anew. She marked him inside and out without even trying.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  Hell, how could he not be? He was in paradise. He was in love.

  He managed a nod and she started to move with a dreamy smile.

  “You have no idea how often I dreamt of this.”

  “Natalie,” he groaned. Helpless beneath her and loving it.

  “But I wanted you safe …”

  “We will be.”

  She rose and fell on him, hands sliding over his shoulders, his chest. Fingers brushing across his nipples. Teasing him. Her greedy hands were all over him and he loved it. Loved the growing look of intense concentration as she rode him, her dark eyes never leaving his face.

  She was his now and he’d tell her as much. Later.

  Sensation spread through him, stealing his mind. His spine felt electric with the tension building. There were no words to describe how good it felt when she fucked him, the scent of sex on the air and the slap of skin on skin. Dark hair sliding across her shoulders, the sway of her tits in the sunlight. His dream girl. His miracle. No one before had ever mattered this much. He couldn’t even remember a before. But this … this he wanted to remember every second of. He wanted it to last forever but that wasn’t going to happen.

  Not even remotely. Not this time.

  “Make yourself come,” he said, voice harsh and his throat tight.

  Natalie held two fingers to his lips and he sucked them into his mouth. Wetting them for her.

  And then, bloody hell.

  The sight of her touching herself, strumming her clit for him. Not an ounce of shame in her. It was more than he could take. He clutched at her hips, taking what he needed. Her sweet, slick cunt taking him. The hand against her groin picked up speed and her internal muscles fluttered around him, clenched at him.

  “Angus,” she moaned, working herself onto him harder, faster.

  Her sex squeezing him. Fingernails digging into him. It was a whole-body effect she had going on and he was lost to it, heart and soul. He held her hips tight as he thrust up into her tight body, once, twice, three times. He swore and some strangled noise escaped him. Nothing he’d ever heard before. He came, grinding himself against her. Vaguely pissed the condom was between him. Emptying himself totally. Giving her everything. His mind was gone. Floating free. Every care and fear a distant memory. Everything had gone away but her.

  Natalie sank down onto his chest, her weight welcome. The mounds of her breasts squished between them, perfect. Angus ran his hands over her damp back. Let reality drift back slowly.

  “I think I like having sex with you,” he said. “Very, very much.”

  She smiled against the side of his face, huffed out a laugh. He was crazy for her laugh. “Mm?”

  “But I might need to try it a few more times to be sure.”

  “The three boxes of condoms in your bag kind of clued me into that plan.”

  He laughed. “If you saw how many were in there, why did you ask?”
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  “I was testing your honesty.”

  “Hell of a time to test it.”

  “Relax,” she said. “You passed with flying colours.”

  “Hmm.”

  She smacked a kiss on his cheek. Grinning, pleased with herself. “Sullying you further would be a pleasure.”

  “Time to switch places,” he warned. Rolling her onto her back, taking the top.

  “Whoa.”

  “Alright?” He pushed her dark hair out of her lovely face, rubbed his lips over the dent in her chin. Gave it a leisurely lick. “I gave you beard rash.”

  “I’ll survive. Why so serious a face?”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she said. No hesitation. His heart jumped about in his chest.

  “Natalie. I’ve got another plan,” he said, all seriousness. “About getting out of here and surviving. You and me. If that’s what you want.”

  He felt the breath leave her, her body tensing beneath him. She went very still. “It’s going to involve me scaling the side of the building, isn’t it?”

  “It’s going to involve you trusting me to help get you out of here. Can you do that?”

  Her gaze slid off him. “Huh. Climbing the side of a tall building. Well, we’re going to need to wait until they calm down. You attracted a lot of infected with the shotgun.”

  “A couple of days. I brought supplies, we’ll be fine. You didn’t answer the question.”

  “I’ve seen your supplies.”

  “Answer the question, Natalie.” He nudged her nose with his. “This is important.”

  With a humph, she pushed her breasts against him. Trying her hardest to derail him, apparently. “You were trying to soften me up with an orgasm, weren’t you?”

  He just stared at her. Waiting.

  “You’re meant to be young and impressionable. Easily sidetracked by boobs and the mention of sex.” She rolled her head to the side, looking out the dreaded balcony window. Her dark brows drew tight. He’d never faced this kind of thing. Walking into the fenced pool area below had been obvious, necessary. There wasn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for her. But he hadn’t lived with the fear of it for all of his life, following his every step. Not like she had with her fear of heights.