Nolan’s lips stretch to smile but that smile fades quickly as he picks me up from the counter without bothering to pull himself out of me. As he turns around swiftly, my back presses against the door and he begins to hammer himself against me, through me, all over me. His hips grind and he grunts while I scream, encouraging him to keep going. He cups my ass, steadies his legs, and the shift in position leaves me with no choice but to bounce on top of him.
“Fuck!” he growls against my neck.
The more that I bounce on top of him and the more that we keep going, the more that my climax is about to reach its exclusive brink. I try to get myself to control the orgasm that is about to explode all around him but I can’t. He’s going too hard, too fast, and he’s too damn good not to release. My juices flow and I spot a smile on his lips as I flinch, squirm, and wriggle while still bouncing. “Nolan!” I scream. Digging my nails into his back, I call his name a few more times. I grip onto him as I continue to bounce with him.
“Mmm. Glad I can make you this wet, babe,” he says against my ear. Even while he speaks, I’m still exploding. I quake in his arms, feeling feeble but I don’t want this moment to end. Nolan picks up the speed and continues to pound into me as he turns around and places my back on the counter. His thumb rubs circles around me and my legs shake around him but he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, Natalie!” He grunts again as he continues to bury himself within me. I groan, he groans. His thumb doesn’t stop working its magic against me and that only causes me to continue with passion-filled screeches.
“This. Is. Mine,” he grunts through his teeth with every stroke. I tighten around him even more as I nod. “All. Mine. From. Now. On.” He pushes harder and we continue to pant heavily, grunt heavily, groan and moan in each other’s ears until Nolan finally pulls back to drive himself harder and stare into my eyes.
I can feel it coming. The build-up again. I can feel the climax getting ready to implode and I can see his coming from a mile away. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he tries his best to keep himself going but after only a few seconds, his head falls back, he lifts my hips up, cups my ass, and a loud growl erupts from the heart of his throat. I yelp and scream from both excitement and the pleasurable orgasm that has just drenched the entire length of him.
“Oh, shit this feels so fucking good, Natalie! Fuck!” he yells, driving himself into me two more times before finally dropping my hips and falling against my chest. I feel the heat of his release splurging throughout my entire body but it’s actually satisfying. We breathe heavily as our chests sink and rise. That was un-fucking-believable. I knew he was going to be worth all of the sexual frustration that he had put me through.
Nolan sits himself up to pull out of me then he stares into my eyes. I stare back into his as he runs a warm hand against my forehead and then my cheek. “You were like a pro,” he says then chuckles.
I giggle then reach up to peck his lips. “I could say the same thing about you.”
He laughs before wiping the sweat from his forehead. “As much as I wanted to wait for sex, I’ve been craving to fuck you since the day that I met you. I could only hold off for so long.” He then presses his lips against mine and if he hadn’t gone so soft, I would tell him to bang me again. But I don’t.
Instead, I prop myself up on my elbows. “Now that I know you’re not gay, maybe we should get dressed and get to the lounge before it gets too crowded.”
“Great idea,” he agrees as he steps back to let me hop down from the counter. “But the next time that you call me gay or anything related to it,” he growls, pulling me in by the waist. My back presses against his chest as he pulls my hair back to place his lips against my ear. My ears blaze and as he reaches a hand around me to cup my entire womanhood, I melt in his arms. He slides a finger in and I groan heavily as my body tightens once again. How in the hell can he do this to me? “I’ll be sure that I tease you until you can’t stand it—until you want nothing but me inside of you. It was fun watching you wriggle just to get me to go deeper.”
I can hear the tempting smile in his voice but I can also feel the heat that is gushing down to my sweet spot again. He pulls his hand away then makes a loud sucking noise. I turn around quickly, only to spot the finger that he had slid inside of me now in his mouth and sucking away. He looks me over with a heart-melting smirk before reaching for his jeans. Goodness, he truly is something amazing.
Chapter Seventeen
Thirty minutes after combing my hair, applying some mascara and lip gloss, and straightening myself up, Nolan and I were finally at lounge Haven. And Brittany wasn’t lying when she’d said that a lot of people were coming tonight. The parking lot is packed with cars. It takes Nolan almost ten minutes before he finally decides to park across the street at McDonalds.
Suddenly, I feel nervous. I’m not sure why I do. Maybe it’s because I know that I’ll have to stand on the stage one day and read my poem to the entire crowd—well I don’t have to, but I want to. I want to conquer my fears and let others hear what I have to say. I spend so much time to myself writing that I don’t even realize that I love it so much. But I can’t imagine how it is to have all of those eyes that are inside staring at me, especially by the amount of cars that are parked out here.
As soon as Nolan swings the door of the lounge open, the sound of clapping floods my ears. I turn to look towards the stage and spot a young man with dark-brown eyes and dark, unruly hair. By the way he is dressed in his loose jeans and tight blue T-shirt with two graphic fingers holding up the peace sign, I would assume that he is a hippy. By the way that his eyes are hooded and how lazy his smile is, I definitely would put him in that category. The guy is completely stoned.
“I, uh, just want to dedicate this song to the girl of my dreams. She’s helped me come from a long way down.” He reaches to scratch at his eyebrow piercing before scanning the crowd. “Her name’s Brittany. I love her and . . . uh . . . yeah. This is for her.” As he leans back from the microphone to pick his guitar up, I twist my head to find Brittany. I spot her in the middle of the room at a four top table. She’s smiling heavily as she stares ahead at the guy on stage. That must be Jordan, her boyfriend.
“This way,” I say as I grab Nolan’s hand and drag him through the crowded tables. Jordan begins to strum his guitar, clears his throat, and his melody begins to play softly. Nolan and I reach the table and Brittany turns to look at me quickly, her wide eyes now glistening.
“Oh, Natalie! I swear I thought you weren’t going to show up!” she says then turns to look ahead again. Man, she can’t keep her eyes off of him.
“We got a little caught up,” I say while sitting in the chair beside her. Nolan sits in the chair to my right and immediately looks ahead at Jordan. I turn with them both, realizing that conversation isn’t needed because Jordan has a beautiful voice and a lovely melody going on right now.
“If the wind were to take me away,” he sings.
That would only leave her heart astray.
I would fly to be by her side
And if I die, at least she knows I tried
I would use all of me
Just to see how happy she’d be
I would fight ‘til the break of dawn
I would try to carry on
If a storm comes
I’ll be standing in the rain
If a storm comes
I’ll just be a call away
I wouldn’t give up
I wouldn’t let you fall
Cause I have your heart
And I’ve kept it from the start
If a storm comes
I’ll be standing in the rain
If a storm comes
I’ll just be a call away
I wouldn’t give up
I wouldn’t let you fall
Cause I have your heart
And I’ve kept it from the start
If a storm comes
I’ll be standing in the rain
If a s
torm comes
I’ll just be a call away, babe
Jordan does his last slow strum on his cherry red acoustic guitar and my immediate reaction is to stand and clap. Nolan does the same and Brittany stands, her face now wet from tears as she cheers and whistles. The other guests of the lounge cheer and hoot as well and a group of guys in the corner chant Jordan’s name.
“Thank you!” Jordan says with a toothy grin as he leans into the microphone. “Thank you, guys. It was all for Brittany. I love you, Brittany!”
“I love you, too!” Brittany wails as she wipes her face. Jordan steps down from the stage just as a young woman is stepping up. I watch as he carries himself through the crowd and at first sight, Jordan doesn’t seem like much but as he gets closer, I can see why Brittany is so in love with him.
Jordan is adorable. He’s around the same height as Nolan, has beautiful brown eyes that are garnished with extremely long eyelashes. He has a silver hoop in his eyebrow and from what I can see beneath his blue T-shirt, he must have a body that Brittany can drool all over. His jeans are snug and loose at the same time—if that is even possible—and as he reveals a dazzling smile at Brittany, I smile because it’s contagious. His hair is curly and purposely untamed but that only adds to the collection of his simplistic beauty.
“Jordan,” Brittany squeals as she takes him in her arms. “I loved it. I’m glad I waited for you to surprise me instead.”
“Yeah, I’m sorta glad, too. I was pretty nervous up there but seeing you smile made me go through with it.” He leans down to press his lips against hers.
“Aww,” she says as she stares into his eyes. For a brief moment, she doesn’t look anywhere else. It’s like she wants to drag him out of the lounge and into a bedroom. But after a while, she turns to look at us. “Oh, this is Natalie. The girl that I was telling you about earlier.”
Jordan places his guitar down to reach a hand across the table. “I’ve heard great things. I hope you’re stealing that stage tonight,” he says as we exchange handshakes.
“Oh, no.” My head shakes quickly. “Not tonight. Maybe some other time, though,” I say with a forced smile.
“Aww, dang. That sucks. Brittany was bragging about how great your writing was.”
“Really?” I ask, a bit self-absorbedly.
“Yeah, dude. Brittany doesn’t lie. When she brags, she brags.” Jordan’s brown eyes stretch as he presses his lips together and rolls his eyes playfully.
Nolan shifts to the side of me and Brittany turns quickly to look at him. She was so dazed by Jordan that she didn’t even realize he was with me. She stares at him and her glistening eyes broaden.
“This is Nolan,” I say as I grab for his arm. “He’s my date for tonight.”
“More like your date for every night,” he says with a casual smirk. I flush as I rip my gaze from his to look down at my feet. “Nolan Young,” he says while reaching a hand in Jordan’s direction. Jordan shakes his hand firmly with a nod.
“Cool. Nice to meet you, dude. Jordan Humphrey. Glad you could join us tonight.”
Nolan then places his hand inside of Brittany’s. “Brittany Lucas.”
“Nice to meet you as well.”
We all take our seats as the woman up front introduces the next person to come up. “So, how did you two meet?” Brittany asks as she reaches for her cup of water that has a pink straw placed inside of it.
“At a club.”
“She almost ran me over,” Nolan says at the same time.
My eyebrows pull together as I turn to look at him. Chuckling, Jordan reaches for his beer. “You must like hardcore chicks,” he says after he takes a swig.
“I actually kind of do,” Nolan confides. “I admit that she was pretty hard to get a hold of.”
Brittany giggles and Jordan chuckles again. “He was pretty easy,” I counter while looking through the corner of my eye at him.
Nolan lets out an obnoxious laugh and a few people turn our way to look at us. I stare at them to allow my eyes to apologize but Nolan doesn’t seem to care. “If only I was.”
“So, how old are you, Nolan?” Brittany asks.
“I just turned twenty-one in May.”
“And you, Natalie?”
“Nineteen,” I mutter, hating to admit it.
“That just seems so impossible. You carry yourself way older than what you really are,” she says with wide eyes.
“But that is always a good thing,” Jordan reassures. “Immature chicks tend to tick me off sometimes. Have you ever had your high blown because some sloppily drunk sixteen year old vomited on your shoes?” he asks as he sits forward. “It is the worst feeling ever. Especially when you’ve just bought those shoes.”
“Oh, I remember that,” Brittany says as she turns to look at her boyfriend.
As they banter on, Nolan’s hand sneaks beneath the table to crawl between my thighs. I tense as my legs squeeze together. A burning flash of moist heat slithers down and memories of how great our sex was earlier floods my mind. Oh, the things I would do if we were still at the apartment. It isn’t too long before another young man goes on stage with a harmonica. Jordan and Brittany stop talking quickly to watch him but Nolan slides his chair in closer, his hand never leaving. I feel the heat of his body getting nearer and when he says, “In my car would be nice,” I shudder. More heat slides its way down and I try to focus on the boy on stage with his lips pressed over his harmonica but as his lips move, it immediately reminds me of the way Nolan’s mouth was sealed around me earlier.
My stomach coils as his fingers trail across my bare thighs. “We should go another round,” he mumbles against my ear. God, his voice is so mesmerizing. His voice only causes my legs to tighten around his hand. As the harmonica plays, his finger slides into me and luckily for me, my groan goes unnoticed. I glance around at all of the other people but they don’t seem to be paying us any attention. Plus it’s too dark. The only light is coming from the spotlight on stage.
I finally find the will to push Nolan’s hand away but it’s only to grab it and stand from the table. Brittany’s head whips to look at us and it isn’t too long before Jordan does the same.
“Where you going?” she asks.
“I just remembered. I have to, um, get home before my roommate gets there. She lost her key.” Of course, I’m only telling a white lie. Harper still doesn’t have a key but that doesn’t mean that she’ll be home anytime soon. Harper is spending her night with Dawson.
“Oh.” Brittany’s lips pout. “Well okay. Have a safe drive. I’ll call you soon.”
“See ya,” Jordan says before turning to look at the harmonica player again.
“Okay,” I breathe then turn and make my way towards the door. It’s terrible how turned on I am right now. I seriously can’t take this. Nolan’s chuckle rumbles from his throat as we reach the door and push out.
“Eager aren’t we, babe?” he asks as he pulls his hand away to take his keys out. He scoops me up in his arms then rushes for the car. He was smiling but that smile has faded and turned into a mask full of lust. His eyes are hard on me as he reaches the car, presses the button on his key to unlock it, and then climbs into the passenger seat. He shuts the door then reaches to pull my shirt over my head quickly. I reach for the hem of his and yank it up. Nolan then begins to unbutton my pants while releasing a low groan. “No panties must’ve meant that you wanted more?” He raises an eyebrow along with a smirk.
I smile then dip in to kiss him. He clings onto my body, pressing his hands everywhere to get a feel of me. I wrap one hand around his face while the other works to get his pants undone.
As soon as his zipper is undone, he lifts his hips for me to slide his pants down. He watches my every move. The way I reach my hand in his boxers. The way I press my lips against the long rock beneath the fabric. I know that it’s my lips that he wants to feel but for now, I’ll be a tease and kiss him through the cotton fabric of his boxers. After all, I don’t want him getting sick
of me. He reaches a hand down to push my hair aside. Pulling his boxers down, I begin to lick him slowly. He tenses as I reach the head of him and then swallow him whole. “Holy fuucckk,” he says through his teeth as I do it again. I take a peek up and his eyes are now closed. His hand is around the nape of my neck, encouraging me to go again. And I do. “Damn, Natalie. Please fuck me now,” he begs.
A smile creeps across my lips as I pull my mouth away. Although it’s cramped in the car, I manage to pull my shorts down and climb on top of him again. But I’m still going to be a tease. I want him to crave for me—for every part of me. I slide down on him gently and he tries to get me to sit on the entire length of him but I hold off. “You want me to fuck you?” I ask against the crook of his neck, attempting to copy his former words that he’d said to me in my bathroom an hour ago.
“God, yeah,” he breathes.
“I want you to say it like you mean it.” I lift my hips and straddle the tip of him.
He lets out a deep groan from the pleasure. “You’re seriously gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
“Say it.” I press my lips against his ear as he cups my ass. “You want me to make you a better person then say it. Say that you want me, and only me. Promise that you won’t fuck up.”
My hips continue to move on top of him. I know he wants me to go wild right now.
“Natalie, damn it. I promise I won’t fuck up. Now fuck me,” he grunts then smashes my hips down. He slides into me and I let out a loud moan as my hands curl around his shoulders. I begin to ride him harder, going forward, backwards, side to side. Any way that makes him roll with pleasure. “Shit,” he hisses through his teeth. “You seriously know what you’re doing.”
I smile heavily as he pulls a hand away to grab the lever on the side of the seat. The seat falls back and that gives me even more leverage to move. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” he says as he reaches a hand up to cup one of my breasts. As I continue to go, millions of moans screech out of me. He reaches a hand down to rub the sweet flesh between my legs and as he does that, I know that it’s coming. My head falls back as I pant heavily.
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