“Well whatever you want really, I’m easy,” I replied as his eyebrows lifted higher. “Oh, ha, ha,” I rolled my eyes, finishing my last mouthful of pancake before leaning back into my chair. “Don’t forget it’s Bob from wages retirement tonight,”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. Do we have to go? I want you all to myself tonight,” he appealed with a pout.
“You’ve got to go Nate, you’re his boss!” I laughed. “Anyway, I shall leave today’s plans with you, your choice.”
“I have an idea.” He smiled to himself. “But first, there’s something we need to take care of!”
“Oh?” I asked with a frown.
He rose from his chair and came to stand in front of me. “This,” he said, lowering the zip on his trousers and releasing his heavy cock, taking it in his own hand and working it. “I have a desire to fuck your mouth, baby,” he informed me, seriously. “Open!”
* * *
An hour later Nate had gone home to change and grab some things, informing me he would pick me up at lunchtime. Making the most of the silent, empty house, I ran a bath and lazed away for most of the morning.
Realizing I hadn’t checked my phone since yesterday lunchtime and went in search of it. Retrieving it from my bag, I found there were twelve missed called from the unknown caller. What the fuck!? Thirteen missed calls from Nate dated yesterday after our argument at work and a text from Beth dated this morning.
BETH:
Hey babe, still on for lunch 2moro?
Xxx
After replying to Beth, I sat frowning at the call log for the unknown caller; sixteen missed calls, three answered and one declined. It was obviously a prank caller and if it carried on I was going to have to contact my service provider for a number change, something that would be a pain in the arse. My phone trilled in my hand; a text from Nate.
NATE:
Hey baby, pick u up in 30 mins
ILY xxxx
ME:
Hey, ok
ILY2 xxxx
Still in the robe I’d put on after my bath, I rushed up to dress. The heat of the day was already stifling so I decided on short jean cut-off’s and a plain white vest. Tying my hair in a high bunch and applying lip gloss, I grabbed my bag but left my phone behind, not wanting any interruptions while I had Nate to myself for the afternoon.
I heard Nate pip and rushing out and locking the door, I hurried down the driveway but stopped to a halt halfway. Nate was sat in a highly polished, vivid red Ferrari FF grinning widely at my open mouthed gape.
He removed himself from the car in one smooth fluid movement, looking like a God in his own cut-off jeans, white t-shirt and aviator sunglasses then stalked round the car to the passenger door, opening it and signalling with his hands for me to climb in.
Passing my battered, fifteen year old little Mini I patted her bonnet and nodded sadly to her. “Betty says she in love.” I raised my eyebrows at him, “and now when she’s lovesick she won’t want to take me to work. I’m going to become poor and destitute and it’s entirely your fault for being a show-off!” I teased with a stern look.
“Baby,” Nate pouted sympathetically. “I shall have to park ‘Virgil’ beside Betty forever so she won’t get lovesick. But that means staying by your side forever too as we won’t be able to leave the house ever again in case we disturb their love making.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “But then again, being confined in your house with you twenty four seven, trying to find something to keep us busy, actually sounds fuckin’ marvellous.”
Laughing, I gave him a shake of my head. “Virgil?” I snickered.
“Hey, watch your mouth around him, he’s very sensitive about his name,” he whispered with mock sincerity as I slid into the low seat.
The interior was immensely luxurious, an indication of its hefty price tag; the immaculate black and red styling gave it a flashy look. The plush leather seat hugged my body as I sank; its reassurance that it would take care of me on the journey.
“Nice,” I whistled through my teeth as Nate took the seat beside me.
“0 to 120 Mph in 10 seconds Baby,” he stated proudly with a gleam in his eyes.
“He’s not as roomy as Betty though,” I baited as my eyes raked over the interior while I tried to stifle a giggle.
He looked at me, his eyebrows hitting his hairline as he gave me an affronted scowl. “You won’t want to test drive him then if he’s not up to your standards, will you?” He shrugged his shoulders, feigning indifference.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” I spluttered, my eyes wide in shock.
“Well, I was gonna let you drive him back but you’ll probably struggle to fit your extra-long legs behind the wheel,” he goaded, poking fun at my short height.
“Do you know it’s really hard driving while somebody’s crushing your bollocks, Nate,” I posed, pursing my lips at him.
“Sorry,” he grovelled, faking a reprimanded look.
I settled into the ride, taking in the scenery as Nate whizzed us off to some undisclosed destination. I could sense his relaxed and contented mood as we drove in silence, his excitement in the confines of the car were contagious.
We had been travelling for about forty minutes when he pulled into some park gates, drove down a long winding gravel road and pulled into a car park.
“Thought we’d have a picnic in the park Angel, okay?”
“Sure, I haven’t done that since we were at uni together.” I beamed; now glad I had worn shorts and vest if we were to be out in the sunshine.
“You never had a picnic with James and the kids?”
I lowered my eyes. “No, James hated picnics and he wouldn’t allow me out on my own, only to go to work to earn him some beer money,” I told him, embarrassed by my obvious dominated relationship with James.
“Really?” He frowned and then stroked my cheek in a loving gesture. “Well it’s just our special thing then.” Smiling back at him, I reached for the door handle. “Wait!” he barked, making me jump.
“Nate! You don’t have to keep getting the door for me, you know!” I laughed.
“Yes I do, Liv,” he scolded as he slipped out of the car.
Coming round and opening my door he gave me his hand to pull me from the low level of the sports car. Hauling me up, he pulled me into a hug and placed a kiss in my hair. “I Love you, Angel.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled in close.
“I Love you too, Nate,” I professed back to him as we stood silently holding each other.
Planting a kiss on my forehead he released me and walked round to the car boot and extracted a large wicker picnic basket. “We have gone up in the world. A definite upgrade from our university Tupperware containers.” I grinned at him.
“Hopefully the contents will be better too,” he chuckled, grabbing my hand as we walked through the park in search of a quiet location.
Due to the fine clear day the park was packed, making it difficult to find a decent spot. We eventually found a secluded area under a shadowed tree and Nate prepared our little haven, complete with blanket, luxurious food and chilled wine.
“Wow.” I flashed him a delighted smile and sat on the blanket. Passing me a glass of wine, he raised his glass and tapped it against mine. “To us,” he toasted.
“To our future,” I saluted back with a small smile.
We dug into the food as we talked, laughed and gossiped about work colleagues and when we’d finished, Nate settled back against the tree while I straddled lazily over his legs as we kissed and talked.
“Can I see you tomorrow for lunch?” he asked, fiddling with the strap of my vest.
“Aww, I’ve already made plans with Beth. We usually spend Sundays together because she can’t cook and the kids are always at my mother’s.”
“But I won’t see you after tonight till god knows when,” he grumbled, “and I need to relieve my stress before Monday’s torturous schedule at NSC.”
“Nate, every day is a torturous day at work for you.” I
laughed at him.
“But Mondays are the worst baby, I always have an incredibly busy morning and every Monday at 12:30 I have to sit through an hours bloody phone call, full of bullshit from America; some non-descript person droning on and on and on, actually breaking into his spiel every now and again to ask if I’m still listening, just to update me of everything that’s happened the previous week.”
I gave him an incredulous look. “You have to sit for an hour and listen to someone talk? Wow you are a busy boy.”
He narrowed his eyes on me. “Are you making fun of me, Miss Adams?” he questioned with a wicked sparkle in his eyes, wiggling his forefinger at me; threatening tickle torture.
“Nooo Nate, please” I laughed trying to escape his lap.
“Oh no you don’t, baby!” he chuckled and grabbed my waist.
In one fell swoop I was pinned under him as he ensued the unyielding torment. I was tear stained from his punishment, red faced and gasping for breath as he suddenly stopped and trapped my arms above my head in a firm grasp.
He was breathing hard and the look in his eyes was so powerfully passionate it immobilised me. He didn’t move; his gaze penetrating me intensely, exposing his craving for me. “You are so beautiful, Angel. You take my breath away,” he said softly as I lay under him, panting hard.
“And you don’t know how beautiful you are Nate. You make my heart stop when I see you, my mouth goes dry when you look at me like I’m the only woman in the world, and I can’t breathe when you touch me. I’ll always love you Nate . . . always.”
He studied my face intently as I spoke and then slowly and delicately brushed his lips over mine, making me hitch a gasp with its utter tenderness; the cherishing touch making my hairs stand on end. His lips suckled and his teeth nibbled on my lower lip as his tongue grazed across the inside of it whilst I struggled for breath.
His mouth left mine and made its way across my chin, grazing my jaw with his teeth and then trekked down my throat; his kisses soft and tender until he reached my chest. His tongue brushed along the edge of my vest, over the swell of my breasts and I emitted a small moan. His erection dug into my thigh as my own arousal built and I shut my eyes as I gave in to his sweet worshipping.
If we weren’t in the middle of a busy park, I would have ripped off his jeans and rode him to ecstasy.
He groaned and rested his head on my chest, obviously thinking the same thing as he released my hands. I lowered them to his hair, brushing his blonde curls away from his sweaty forehead. “You staying at mine tonight after Bob’s party?” I hoped. I needed this man now never mind tonight.
“Try stopping me!” he huffed as he took my hand from his head and linked his fingers with mine.
“Good.” I smiled to myself.
“You’re as bad as me,” Nate chuckled softly, squeezing my fingers. “I don’t know how I’m gonna cope till next weekend. Are you sure I can’t stay over while the kids are home?” he pleaded, looking up at me.
“Give it time, Nate. They don’t even know we’re in a relationship yet and it’s hard for them after their Dad.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m just sulking because I can’t have you to myself.”
I released his hand and tipped his chin to look at me. “But if you’re a REALLY good boy I might be able to rectify that for a while.” I grinned. “The kids are going on holiday with my mother for two weeks next Wednesday, so I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks.” I laughed, wiggling my eyebrows at him.
He shot up and straddled me, grinning broadly. “Really? I get you to myself for two whole weeks?”
I laughed at his enthusiasm, “Yup. What are you gonna do with me, Mr Carter?”
He put his forefinger on his pursed lips as if in thought. “Well let’s see. Firstly we’re going to take a couple of days away from work; secondly were going to pack a bag and take a break somewhere relaxing.” I murmured a delighted response, smiling up to him. “and thirdly I’m gonna tie you up and never let you leave my bed.”
I tensed and shivered violently at his last words, his promise invoking terrifying memories. “Shit!” He jumped off my legs and pulled me onto his lap, holding me close.
“Baby! I’m so sorry. I’m such a fuckin’ arse,” the anguish evident in his voice. “I’m sorry,” he repeated shamefully.
I hugged him tight. “Nate, it’s okay. It’s just something people say and I’m just been oversensitive, ignore me,” I pleaded, upset at the change in mood. “Please Nate, forget it.” I climbed off his lap and kneeled before him, gently placing my hand on his cheek as I kissed him passionately. “Take me home and fuck me.”
Hissing through his teeth he cupped the back of my head and pulled me forcefully to his lips, giving me a demanding kiss. His hands gripped my hair, pulling slightly as he groaned into me, his mouth crushing mine.
“Fuck,” he grated through his teeth. “I don’t think I can wait that long, Liv,” he panted. “I’m painfully hard, baby. I’ll explode as soon as I drive into you.” He bent to give me another brutal kiss and it was my turn to grab his hair as I furiously returned his kiss. God! This man fiercely ignited my libido, the carnal want in me shattering my constraint.
Breaking our erotic exhibition, we both packed away the picnic at a lightning speed and raced to the car. Nate drove at break-neck speed to get home, the hunger in him feeding his ability to control the car and within record time he was screeching to a halt beside Betty. He bolted from the car and came round for me as I was struggling to extract the house keys from my bag.
He ripped open my door and pulled me out, dragging me up the path and taking my keys out of my hand as he unlocked the front door.
Hauling me inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and slammed me up against it, crashing his mouth on mine. Grasping the back of his shirt I pulled it from the back of his jeans, wrenching it over his head and tossed it to the floor as his mouth took mine again.
I pulled his hair harder as the need in me grew to an immense pressure. His fingers unfastened the button on my jeans and he dragged them down, taking my knickers with them. I yanked his jeans and boxers down and took his erection in my hand, his rock-hard muscle so stiff it looked painful.
“Fuck!” he growled, “not here, baby.” He pulled my hand with a force that had us careering in to the stairs, stumbling up them in our eagerness to get to the bedroom.
Nate tripped halfway and landed on his knees, his hand still in mine as he tried to pull me up behind him. “Fuck this!” I groaned in frustration and pulled sharply on his hand to turn him round.
Pushing him down onto a step I straddled him, my knees either side of him. After positioning his cock to my entrance, I drove down on him in one swift sharp plunge. The air escaped my lungs in one immense breath as he stretched me to my limit, filling me to completion.
He cried out and gripped my hips as I continued to pump him franticly. “Fuck me Liv!” he snarled as his hands came up and ripped my vest off. “That’s it baby!! Ride me hard, I wanna feel your cum on me.”
He pulled the cup of my bra down and took my aching nipple between his fingers, rolling and pulling it hard. His other hand moved round to cup a cheek of my arse and when his finger pressed against my anus I screamed violently. Bracing my hands on Nate’s shoulders I climaxed ferociously, bucking wildly and growling his name. He followed me, yelling his release as he bared his teeth and his head shot back.
Panting heavily, I rested my forehead on his shoulder. “Bloody hell, Liv!” He exhaled heavily. “I think you’re trying to kill me.” Laughing loudly I raised my head and looked at him. “What a way to go though!”
Chapter Twelve
IT WAS LATE afternoon before we surfaced from bed. After our session on the stairs Nate had carried me up to bed and made love to me again, this time it was slow, tender and loving. I honestly didn’t know where he got his stamina from.
We had woke and after noticing the time, Nate had flung out of bed, frantically searched the
house for his clothes and dressed as he collected every item.
I sat on the top step laughing at him as he tried to put his jeans on inside out and hunt for his car keys. Running back up the stairs to give me a tender kiss and saying ‘I love you,’ he rushed out the house shouting he would pick me up at 8 o’clock.
I made a coffee and sat at the kitchen table a huge grin plastered to my face. I was starting to feel that my life had finally taken a massive turn for the better. I loved Nate so much, it could be devastating but the love he returned, took away some of the pain and terror of my life.
I had noticed since baring all to Nate, I had started coming to terms with things, especially with my mutilated body. Nate made me feel sexy and beautiful, his intense desire for me boosting my self-confidence and making my passion animalistic and untamed; something I hadn’t felt for a long time.
He was slowly fixing me; something he had pleaded with me to let him do, but on the other hand I had to also heal myself. I needed to face my fears head on and control my anxiety, be happy in my own skin and learn to love myself again.
Up until now I had leaned on my friends, my mother and more mortifying, I had leaned on my children. I was their parent; I was the one person responsible for their security, protection and shelter, not the other way round but throughout their short lives, they had guided me through life, picked me up after each emotional breakdown and protected me from myself.
It was now time to let them live their lives and take control of mine. It was time to drag myself out of the gutter, smile and move on; hopefully with Nate.
As I rose from the table and moved to the sink to wash my cup, I looked out of the window and saw a slight shadow move through the bush in the back garden. My breathing sped up and my hands started to shake as I grabbed the edge of the worktop.
“Come on, Liv” I encouraged myself, “You’re strong now. Go check it out!”
Swallowing heavily I unlocked the back door and ventured down the garden to the bush, taking small unsteady steps, my heart thumping in my chest as I slowly moved further towards it. I was sweating profusely and my legs were trembling.
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