Girl-Nerds Like it Faster (Erotic Romance) Book 2 (Girl-Nerd Series)

by Dunning, Rachel

  "Damn, I like you."

  He swung me around, just hard enough for me to know who was boss. A palm went to the back of my head, pushing me down slowly. He kicked my bare feet gently, spreading my legs. I bent down for him.

  "Wait here," he said.

  I heard the box open, the ratchet-sound of handcuffs.

  I swallowed, momentarily paralyzed with a fear so strong that I could not breathe. Nathan's lips appeared abruptly by my ear. "No means no, remember? Just say the word, OK?"

  I was immediately calm, but I played it over-confident, played along for his pleasure. "Stop reminding me and just go ahead and fuck me," I said.

  "Oh, baby, I like you more and more every second."

  He put a pillow on the kitchen counter and rested my forehead on it.

  I heard his zip open.

  His pants dropped.

  Then he handcuffed me, behind my back, all my weight on my head or otherwise supported by his hands just above my waist.

  My mouth salivated. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to enter me. His left hand moved up to my bare breast. He teased my nipple, pinched it. I whimpered with painful delight. Then he pinched the other. I looked down at my feet, glad that he'd chosen black as the body-stocking. I felt less self-conscious about my overly pale skin.

  He jerked me back so that his clothed cock rested between my butt-cheeks. My head came off the counter. All the while I had sounds escaping me constantly, whimpers and breaths either too short or too long, but always ragged. His hands held up my torso.

  He moved my waist left and right. His cock was clothed in boxers. He eased them to his knees.

  And then I felt it. The pre-come, slimy and moist. It tickled me between my butt-cheeks. He pressed it against my anal hole, just a little so I knew he was there. At my gasp, he said, "Don't worry, baby. I'm no fool. I know you're not ready for that yet."

  I felt affronted. He and I had a deal. I was sick of being treated like a fragile little girl about it. "Stop treating me like a baby. I know we have a deal. If I don't like it, I'll tell you. Now stop explaining yourself."

  And that's when he put his finger up my ass.

  Straight in.

  No warning.

  I said nothing, no gasp, no wail, nothing, just swallowed and opened my eyes wide in welcome surprise. I felt my sphincter tighten, then ease, then tighten... In that moment, I felt completely owned, totally belonging to someone. His finger was moist. It hadn't hurt in the slightest. But I was acutely aware of my fragility now.

  He moved his finger, just minimally, to the left. I yowled with insane pleasure. I bit my lip, lost control of the saliva escaping me as it dropped to the floor. He moved the finger to the right slowly. Warm moisture trickled down my butt crack. His saliva. He kept the finger there, still, not moving, letting me get used to it inside my anal hole.

  I waited. With another finger, I felt him moving the moisture — his saliva — around the hole and the finger already inside it. My upper body started to strain. Nathan noticed it, moved his left hand to just under my breasts, supporting me, and eased my forehead onto the pillowed counter again.

  "Thanks," I said.

  Then he moved his finger slightly out. It was impossible to tell how far, but the movement made me drip with need for him. More saliva hit me. All of it was maddeningly arousing, the badness of it, the tightness and firmness of someone's digit in my second hole. He moved it again. "Mmmmmmmm," I said.

  My left foot started slipping outwards. He put his own foot outside it. He moved his finger, in, out, in, slowly, very slowly, all the while dropping saliva down my butt-cheeks to lubricate me.

  Loud breaths escaped me when he took it all the way out, then he put it in me again. Pressure built up in my vag. "Oh fuck, this is making me so horny."

  "That's the point, baby."

  He moved the finger gently, slowly in and out, in and out, getting me more used to it each time. I felt my sphincter relax, an unnervingly satisfying sensation.

  And then I started to tremble, the tremble of an orgasm. "Oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna come like this. Oh, my god, I can't believe it," I said almost as a laugh.

  I wanted to rub myself, to push it all the way and come with his finger up my asshole but my hands were cuffed behind me! I scraped his abs, the only thing my fingers reached. My mouth went dry with all the heavy breaths. Nathan just kept fingering me, anally, slowly and rhythmically... "Oh, god..."

  He finally pulled it out, slowly. Then he pressed gently around the hole, going in and out just with his tip a few times more. I felt how I'd relaxed, letting him enter and exit without tension.

  Then I saw his boxers fall between my legs. I was ready, open, throbbing...

  He pressed his moist cock against my anal hole, not entering, just teasing. My eyes clenched with nervous anticipation, then he moved it down, rubbed my folds with it... When he put it inside my vag, my knees completely buckled. He held me up by my stomach and pushed into me as gently as he could. He was big. I groaned.

  "Damn it, you're huge."

  "I'm not that huge, you're tight!"

  I clenched my teeth, my head pressing harder and harder against the pillow because every muscle I had was forming a mind of its own and wanting only to lie back, ready for the spasms that were soon about to hit them.

  Nathan noticed. I heard the ratchet sounds and the handcuffs fell off. My arms shot to the counter and I held myself up.

  He starting doing me, pushing faster in and out and I could tell he was close, my pussy too tight for him to last long.

  "Oh, yeah. Fuck me!" I said through clenched teeth.

  "Oh, fuck, Layla, I'm going to come already. You're so fucking hot and tight that I'm not even going to last a minute!"

  "Come in me, Nathan. Come hard. Come — "

  And then he did.

  It was a freight train, loaded and packed, slamming at a hundred miles an hour for the end of the track and not stopping... He exploded. The walls trembled, the floor shook. He slammed my ass against him and thrust with all he had into me so far that my eyes bulged, male roars and bellows echoing in my ears and mind while this beautiful man speared his seed into my inner walls. Hard, pulsing, jerking spasms of warm milk entered me as his cock hardened and throbbed and whammed inside me.

  It threw me over the edge. I screamed, long and deep and constant, throwing in a "yes, oh yes!" in between so Nathan knew to carry on, to keep fucking me! I shook, shuddered, trembled, held onto the edge of that countertop with all I had. It felt like the whole top would break! Like my grip would just rip it off as my body took on a mind of its own. My right heel lifted off the floor and spasmed against his shin. My butt clenched, my stomach twirled, and my torso did a three-sixty.

  Nathan oohed and aahhed and groaned. "Damn, baby, oh yeah!"

  He eased out of me, then in again.

  In the end, our bodies quivered together, just gently, as we both came back down to earth...

  But I was still hot.

  "Fucking damn, baby, my cock looks amazing in your pussy."

  I liked playing the bad girl with him, pretending I was something in here that I was nowhere near being out in the real world. He brought that out in me. So I played it to the max, aimed for the Oscar: "Wait to see what it looks like in my mouth," I said.

  He chuckled, a deep, rumbling chuckle that sent shivers over my spine.

  I found my strength again, stood on my legs without buckling, without needing Nathan's hands holding me up.

  I felt so good with him, so safe and secure no matter what he did. This was raw, this was powerful — but it was also honest. Until I said the word, I'd be his, and he'd be mine. What else could you want in a relationship?

  "Nathan?"

  "Yes, sexy."

  "Are you still...um, hard?"

  "Oh, yeah, honey. You got me so fucking turned on that I need another go."

  So did I.

  "You're going too slow. Slam me goddamn it. Fuck me hard.
Fuck me like I'm yours."

  "Oh, you are mine, baby. You're totally mine."

  He powered his cock into me and pushed my torso onto the countertop edge, my boobs now pressed against it, squashing me between him and it. And then he eased himself out, and in, and out, and in. He slid his right hand to my clit and rubbed, around and above, so expertly that I came almost instantly. The pleasure went all the way to my toes and then up to my nipples.

  I spasmed and contracted and shook.

  It was over fast...

  Until he came for a second time... He roared! Deep in my ear. He growled and I felt him spasm and jerk wildly again inside me, his cock ramming and hardening and tugging and pulling and filling me again with what was left of his seed until I felt its warmth crawl out below me, down my right thigh.

  "Faster," I said. "Faster!"

  He pumped me, fast and wild, a tiny burn forming in me as the friction heated up my inner lips below and the tip of his cock hit up deep against my insides.

  He looped his arms under my armpits, squeezed back until my back touched his hard chest. And he held me while the last bits of euphoria exited him. Then he put his head to my shoulder, and he moaned a slow, keening moan that said all a man could ever say to a woman: You mean something to me...

  I put it out of my mind, stretched my left hand down below me and grabbed his shaft, still partly inside me, and I eased him out.

  I turned, empowered by the sheer black lace he'd made me wear, and I smiled felinely at him. He was twice or even three times my size, and I felt like I owned him. Every bit of him.

  I went down on my knees.

  "Wh — ? Huh?" he gasped. Then he said "Damn, Layla!" as I put him inside me, tasting the tangy salt combination of our juices covering his shaft top to bottom, still a little firm despite coming twice in me already. The thing was fucking massive! I licked the length of him.

  I tried to act confident but I knew I was being shy. I felt OK doing that with Nathan. I felt like what he and I had was brutally real, fiercely truthful. No lies, no bullshit, just primal pleasure and instinct.

  I laved his length, the bottom, the top, the tip, the sides. I pumped like mad with my fist — the hardest damn workout I've ever done! — so that he'd get hard again. He did, eventually, my bicep on fire. I let my saliva drip and tasted my tanginess on him and swallowed what was left of him. And I smiled. I smiled because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed that he respected me. That despite his strength and power he'd made me feel like an equal.

  Then I sucked him, bobbing in and out and hoping he'd go even harder in my mouth. "Oh, my god, Layla. Fucking hell..."

  I had him. He was mine. Instinct took over him and he started swaying into me, back and forth, clearly holding back, into my mouth. "Goddamn it, this is fucking incredible, oh my god. I think I'm gonna go hard again."

  He was already hard enough.

  I slurped him out of me. My eyes bulged briefly at his size again, trying to keep my head down so he wouldn't notice my utter awe and amazement. His cock grew even more under my hand as I pumped him further. Then I licked him, slowly, wetly, lavishly, bottom to top with as much of my tongue as I could place on him.

  "Oh, baby. You taste so good," I teased, my confidence growing with every lick, every touch, every second of electric fire that passed between us.

  "Layla, I don't know who you've fucked before, but you are a goddess at this. Damn."

  I buried him in me.

  "Oh. Fuck. Jeez. Christ!" he growled, swaying back and forth, forcing himself to hold back.

  I sucked, sucked him hard, sucked him so my cheeks hollowed and his shaft pulsed and twisted inside me. Then I closed my eyes. A feeling of warmth and belonging came over me, and the rough dominatrix act changed to one of sensual compassion as I licked all of his manhood and appreciated every second of heart-thumping confidence he'd brought about in me.

  My heart raced as I bobbed my head, slowly and lusciously now, up and down. I wanted him to come in me. Not out of some dumb-ass desire of needing to be comed on or some idiotic fetish, but only because I felt it would be normal. Two people. Moistures combining. One being the other. Equals in every way.

  Slowly I tightened my lips and pressed him into me, then up again, then down, then out, squeezing him tight, my saliva dripping on the tiles below us. My eyes were closing, enraptured by his taste, our togetherness...

  I played with his balls, massaged them as he continued to get harder and larger in me.

  "Layla, damn it, you have to...stop...shew! My god. This is so unusual..."

  I sucked him. Up. Down. In. Out. Tightening my lips.

  "Oh, my god, Layla, Layla baby. Fucking damn it."

  And I sucked him more. Suck. Lick. Slurp. Faster. Pumping.

  He growled, made manly sounds I'd never heard before, and I just kept on doing him and doing him.

  He quietened, his breathing deeper now, loud and regular, whooshing and swooshing and controlling himself, trying not to come again so soon. I lost track of time as I kneeled there, my knees bruising from the cold floor, my hair a tangled mess from our spent passion. And there was nothing more, just me, his shaft, and the pleasure I was making him feel.

  He inhaled massively, exhaled forcefully. I knew it was time. He jerked and pulsed and bounced in my mouth. It was time for him to come. I eased my mouth away from him, his manliness red and raw from all my work. I wrapped my tiny fingers around his hugeness... And I pumped him.

  "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, damn it. Get out the way, Layla, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna — "

  "Come in me, baby. Come in me."

  " — come... Urrrgh oh damn it fuck ooompf!"

  I covered his tip, tasted his viscous honey as remnants of him oozed into me, onto my tongue, the inside of my cheek. I pumped him more, squeezed the last drop from him and licked it away. He kept on groaning, moaning.

  He caressed my hair, his mighty legs trembling in front of me. Totally vulnerable.

  "Damn," he said, drained as hell, "I need a fucking break. Come here, baby, let me get you a towel."

  I stood up, wiped some of his milk from the side of my lips and smiled at him. He lifted me off the ground and landed me again on the kitchen countertop. He stepped out of his slacks which had been at his ankles all this time and went to the bathroom. I looked a sight in the mirror ahead of me, above the mantelpiece. An incredulous grin formed as I saw the ragged clothes I was clad in. The perfect picture of decadent pleasure.

  Nathan came back with a towel in his hands. He wiped my leg clean, my mouth, my crotch. I looked at his tight butt in the mirror and smiled at myself.

  Then he moved his head down...and licked my pussy once, twice —

  "Oh fuck," I said.

  He'd made me sizzle again. Just like that!

  He fingered me. Quickly and sweetly with two fingers, his left hand clutching my hair. I grabbed his arm, grabbed for his neck, yowled and howled and screamed and cried and "Fuck!!!" — came, snap, quick, trembling, shuddering. My moisture lay in drips on his kitchen-top.

  He eased his fingers out of me. "I just thought it looked like you needed a little something," he said with a smile.

  I heaved and breathed like I'd swum a mile, still in my torn dress and open-crotched bodystocking.

  Damn it. This was all I wanted. I didn't want anything else. Ripped clothes, hot sex. What else was there?

  "You're right," I said to him, lolling my eyes in his direction and wrapping my hands around his robust neck.

  But after all that sex, all that passion, all that closeness, what confused it all for me was when our lips touched. Because it felt heavenly, honey dripping on milk as his tongue licked mine and then caressed my teeth...

  My eyes fluttered.

  "There's more on the way," he said. "We're gonna fuck like rabbits on steroids, remember?"

  And that's when it hit me like a battering ram. That's all this should have been. Fucking. Nothing else. And that's what I wanted.

>   But it suddenly felt like something else, something more meaningful.

  Aw, hell!

  -8-

  "Stay here," Nathan whispered. He turned and stoked the fire, his taut butt making me smile. When he got back to me he placed his arms around me and started kissing me — gentle caressing kisses that made my belly warm and my sternum buzz.

  My arms curled around his neck and I felt myself floating down a river of emotions I'd fought so hard to avoid, but which a part of me liked. I liked the fear and uncertainty being engendered in me.

  They weren't as terrifying as what I'd felt with Clayton...

  I forced him out of my mind, kissed Nathan instead.

  He pulled back, held me by my arms and smiled as he raked my body, his eyes lingering on the torn sleeves of my dress for an extra second. "Layla...whatever your surname is...you are the finest, hottest, sexiest damn thing I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Ever!"

  I smiled, looked away.

  "What, don't you believe me?" he asked.

  He looked confused when I turned back to him. "You actually mean that shit?"

  "Shit? That ain't no shit! Damn, I'm not a man of a great many words but I can say that you..." He bit his bottom lip, lingered with his eyes on my open breasts. My nipples hardened. My skin flushed. "...Why, you, are the hottest damn thing, the most seductive woman I have ever been with!"

  I still wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but I thanked him politely in my best southern drawl.

  "So, when do you want to go looking for another dress? My treat, of course," he said.

  "Whenever." I shrugged.

  "Well, go on down to any London designer store and just tell them you're shopping for Nathan Lockwood and they'll hook you up with anything you need."

  So then the stores would know I'm his next fling... "Don't worry," I said, "the dress was cheap. And getting it ripped was worth it."

  "Oh, yes, it was worth it." He swallowed me whole with his eyes again. "But, I'm not going to be ruining your clothes and then not replacing them."

  The conversation made me uncomfortable. I was happy with hot sex. I was happy with having my dress wrested off in the interests of earth-cracking orgasms. I wasn't happy being treated like some Pretty Woman walking the Rodeo Drives of London, being clothed and dressed by this man who I still knew nothing about.