by Lane Hart
“Harder, faster, however you like it,” he instructs, his voice deeper from arousal. “I don’t want to just watch you fuck yourself, I want it to be so good I can hear your moans all the way in the bathroom.”
Nodding my agreement, I push two fingers inside my wetness, and Nate’s hand over mine pushes them deeper.
“That’s it,” he mutters against my ear before yanking my head to the side so his lips and tongue can move up my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy I already know I’ll come in my hand for weeks just thinking about how hot you look right now.”
God, his words are like pouring gasoline on an already raging inferno. Sexy was not a characteristic I had ever thought of myself, but at this moment, I feel it.
My eyes close on their own as my entire body tightens and convulses with a powerful orgasm. The waves of bliss seem to go on and on forever. And by the time I’m able to blink my eyes open, Nate’s sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, naked, with beads of water droplets falling down his chest, his hair still damp from a shower. His heavy-lidded eyes are transfixed on me, chest heaving while his fist strokes his hard cock. And I want him, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything…
Getting to his feet, Nate comes to a stop in front of me.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, and my jaw drops like it obeys only him. “Keep your hands in your pussy or on your breasts,” he says before spearing his fingers through the side of my hair. Guiding my head forward, his other hand slowly feeds me the first few inches of his cock. I moan when the salty taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue and suck on his engorged head to pull more liquid from him.
“Fuck, yes,” Nate groans. “Suck me good, kitten. It’s your fault I’m so hard it hurts.”
I love knowing that he’s aroused because of me and that I’m the one who can give him relief. Leaning forward, I reach for his hip to try and pull him forward so I can take more of his length, but he steps away, out of my reach.
“What did I say about your hands?” he asks, heat filling his eyes as I stare up at him in confusion. And when I realize what he’s talking about, I can’t help but wonder if my body disobeyed just to see what Nate will do. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” he tells me, which means he wants me to give him my ass. While I want him to spank me, I also want to keep sucking him off. My tongue licks my lips in agreement, remembering his taste, eager to have him come undone in my mouth.
“I’m not finished fucking your mouth,” Nate tells me, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip before pressing it between my lips to suck on it, which I do. As soon as his hips rock forward, I know he’s on edge and desperate for me to finish what I started, making me wonder if he’s pausing to do this for me. Does he know I’m excited about the idea of being spanked?
Removing his thumb from my mouth, he tells me again, “Turn around.”
I do as he says. And before I can lower my palms to the carpet, Nate’s hand wrap around the back of my neck and forces me down. I feel the heat of his body against my backside and he lowers my head until my cheek is on the ground, ass still high in the air. Still gripping my neck, his other hand swats at my ass, this time, a little harder than the teasing smack earlier. I hold my breath, waiting for more. And then his palm is raining down, but not always on my ass cheek. No, some of his slaps start landing on my over sensitized pussy lips, over and over again as I cry out in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh, God, Nate, yes!” I shout as my body starts to quake. The orgasm hits me so hard it makes me dizzy; but then Nate’s hand is gone, replaced with his tongue lapping up my juices from behind and I explode into the sky, higher than ever before.
“Dripping wet,” Nate mutters against my flesh. “Come again for me, kitten.” His tongue flicks rapidly over my clit while his palm slaps my pussy, and I come apart again.
I’m still panting when Nate flips my body over, and I find him above me, straddling my chest. He slips his cock between my breasts a few times before he raises up on his knees and squeezes my jaw to open it wider.
“Can’t wait any longer,” Nate grunts as he shoves his cock into my mouth. I nearly choke on his length when it hits the back of my throat, but I want it all, and I want it rough. For the first time in my life, I’m not being treated as fragile or gentle; and I love it. Love his forceful, needy thrusts and the way he holds my arms down above my head.
“I’m…fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns me as his cock swells in my mouth. “You gonna swallow for me?” he asks, gripping the base of his cock while his other hand holds both of my wrists down. As soon as I nod my consent he lets go, his hot seed pulsing down my throat, his body towering over me, shuddering with the pleasurable release.
Once I’ve swallowed every drop, Nate removes his softening dick from my mouth and stretches out on his side next to me on the linoleum floor. My arms remain thrown above my head in surrender as I catch my breath, and my mind tries to catch up with what the hell just happened to my body.
Nate’s fingertips swirl softly around my belly button before they trail up to my right breast that’s closest to him, teasing circles around my nipple. Glancing over at his face, he looks thoughtful as he chews on his bottom lips and stares hungrily at my breasts. There’s also a sad expression on his solemn face like he’s a million miles away.
“You okay?” I ask, breaking the heavy silence.
“Yeah,” he answers immediately, meeting my gaze, a small smile on his face. “I was just thinking about how gorgeous you are and how amazing that was.”
“That,” I repeat, unable to help my giggle after his response erases all the concerns I had. “I’ve never done anything like…that before,” I tell him, gesturing in the air to us and the room around us in explanation.
“Good,” Nate replies, cupping my breast and leaning over to kiss it while keeping his green eyes on my blue ones. “I’m glad it was just ours. But I’m nowhere close to being done with you tonight. For now, let's go eat. I'm starving," he says with a gentle bite.
Pushing himself up off the floor, he strolls back into the kitchen table, naked. After I get up and grab a robe from the bathroom, I wrap it around me and join him where he's eating dinner without a shred of clothing. He eats like he's never seen food before, and it's kind of funny to watch.
Seeing him, lean and muscular, his short reddish-gold hair messy from our romp at the small four-person table seems almost like a fantasy. I still can’t wrap my head around what we just did together, but I know I liked it.
"You better eat up," he tells me when he notices I’m gawking at him. "You're gonna need your energy tonight," he adds with a wink.
Over the next few hours, he makes good on that promise. He doesn't make love to me again. Naughty Nate fucks me silly, doggy style on the kitchen floor, my legs around his waist against the wall of my shower, and then with me riding him on the sofa. The man has an incredible amount of stamina.
Eventually, we fell asleep together stretched out on the sofa from all the exertion, our naked limbs still entangled. And for the first time in a long time, I can actually say I'm happy.
Chapter Fourteen
Nate
I wake up alone on the couch with just the fleece blanket Alyssa and I had thrown on top of us last night. Last night after fucking until we couldn't fuck anymore.
Damn, it was incredible. I had no idea the woman would be so feisty when it came to sex since she was so hesitant about any physical contact between us before. But now that I know she likes to be taken hard and rough as fuck, I love it. The dirtier I talked to her and the harsher I treated her, the faster she would come apart for me. God, the woman has me insatiable. I’m addicted to her, already needing to be inside her again. I’ve never felt anything like this before, not even with Eli. And, no, there’s no sadness when I think about him. Of course, I still miss him and always will; but he’s gone, and I need to learn to let go. I can’t help but wonder if Alyssa still has her husband on her mind while we’re together, and hope that she can let
go of him enough to give us a chance.
Getting to my feet, I raise my arms over my head to stretch my back out since it’s cramped up from sleeping on the small piece of furniture all night. I'm not complaining, but I would've loved to sleep with Alyssa stretched out on a real bed. If she won't let us use the one here, then I'll just have to take her to my apartment next time. Sure, being intimate with her there will remind me of Eli, but I don’t have any of the same guilt as Alyssa has, maybe because Eli and I weren’t married. I loved him, but it never felt serious, probably because we were always sneaking around or pretending. Being with Eli always felt…wrong, while last night with Alyssa felt so fucking right. It’s not just because she’s a woman. No, whether we were making love or I was fucking her hard, we were good together. Being with her is like finding the piece of my soul that I didn’t know was missing, and I’m pretty sure I saw the same sentiment reflected back at me in her eyes.
I think the two of us could really have a future together, only I haven’t been completely honest with her about my past. Last night, I tried to tell her, but I chickened out and took the easy way out when she brushed off the words on the tip of my tongue. Now, I have to figure out how to tell her about my past relationship with a man without upsetting her. I really don’t want to lose her over something that happened in the past. It’s time to come clean, and the longer I wait, I know the worse it will be when I finally own up to everything.
After using the bathroom, I start for the kitchen since the smell of sausage causes my empty stomach to growl. We burned up so many calories last night, and I can’t wait to burn some more. Alyssa's standing in front of the stove, in her white, satin robe with her dark, coffee-colored hair pulled up on top of her head, all messy. I walk up behind her and kiss her sexy, exposed neck while grabbing her around the waist.
"Morning," I say.
"Morning. I thought you might be hungry."
"Very hungry," I tell her, pressing my morning wood into her ass to show her I don't just mean I have an appetite for food. She gasps and presses back against me, making me groan. Well, that's it.
Letting her go, I walk back into the living room and already have the condom on by the time I return to Alyssa in the kitchen. Spinning her around so she's facing the cabinet and not a hot stove with my body pressed against the back of hers, I pull her robe off her shoulders, revealing all of her beautiful, radiant naked skin. My mouth stays busy devouring her neck while my fingers slip down her flat stomach, not stopping until they’re easing inside her pussy, checking her readiness. She's definitely ready, already soaking wet for me. Removing my fingers, I grab the back of her neck to press her face down on the counter because I know from last night that she likes me to hold her down. I roughly grip her hip with my other hand before I slam my cock into her.
“Oh my God, Nate!” she cries out, making my cock swell even bigger with her praise. I lose myself in her tight heat, and all semblance of control goes out the window. I need her now, hard and fast. I can't get deep enough as my hips pound my cock into her.
Alyssa’s whimpers have me ready to burst, so I’ve got to catch her up. Knowing what she needs after our hot night together, I play up on her kink.
Slapping her ass cheek, I lean down and growl against her ear, “Beg for it, kitten.”
“Ohh! Please, Nate. Make me…please make me come!” she moans in need. I lean back, ready to lower my hand to her clit and give it to her when I see movement out of the corner of my eye and the reflection of a tall figure in the microwave.
Who the fuck?
Quickly recognizing the cropped haircut and build, I consider stopping to rip him a new one, but then say fuck it. Let him watch, because this is too good and Alyssa and I are too close to coming to stop for that asshole.
I lean forward and bite the side of her neck where it meets her shoulder at the same time my palm starts smacking her clit the way she likes. "Give it up again for me, Alyssa. Only me," I tell her.
"Oh! Oh God, Nate!" she cries out when her pussy clenches around my cock, milking my orgasm from me as I shove deep one last time and fill the condom.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I tell Alyssa, kissing her neck where my hand gripped it before snarling, "Did you learn something new?", while still buried half-hard inside her, making her tense up. "Because that better be the only reason you were watching us fuck."
"What?" Alyssa murmurs, probably confused by my words and tone, since she’s still oblivious to our spectator.
"You've got a visitor. Patrick, right?" I ask.
"Patrick?" Alyssa gasps and spins around in my arms, but I don't move, staying where I am, caging her in against the counter and blocking her naked body from his view. If I actually face him, I'm not sure I could restrain myself from hitting him. So, for now, he can get a nice, long look at my bare ass.
"Sorry, I didn't know you had...company. It's the first time I've ever stopped by that you've had company." His intentional insinuation that he frequently visits, enough that he apparently has a fucking key, is meant to piss me off. Well, congratulations, dickhead, it worked.
"Nate and I, we, um, just started seeing each other," Alyssa says softly, almost like she's embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's this peeping Tom motherfucker.
"Not that it's any of your business," I add, glaring at him over my shoulder and getting a good look at him. His jaw is clenched as tightly as both of his fists at his sides. Looks like he wants to hit me. The feeling is definitely mutual.
"I'll make it my business if you hurt them,” he snaps. “She deserves more than being a quick fuck in the kitchen from someone like you."
"Patrick," Alyssa warns.
"Jealous?" I ask, meeting his eyes that are filled with anger. "Because I'm almost certain that you've never had her pussy for breakfast."
“Alyssa, what the fuck are you even doing with this piece of shit cage fucker? If you needed a cock, all you had to do was ask.”
I am gonna kill this motherfucker.
"It’s cage fighter, and how about I put some pants on, and then you can find out exactly what I do for a living?"
"Let's go. I was trained to fight to survive, not to hump other dudes for fun in a cage. Do you top or bottom when you fuck them outside of it?”
What in the name of fuck?
“You don’t know the first fucking thing about me,” I grate out between my teeth, my chest heaving at the insinuation.
“I know you were in a fucking gay bar. Does Alyssa know you’re just using her as your beard?”
Ah, fuck! The goddamn gloves are off.
“Did it look like I was using her as a beard when you were watching me fuck her?” I snarl at him as the familiar jolt of adrenaline pumps through my veins and my fists clench all on their own at his insult and challenge.
"Nate, no," Alyssa grabs my forearms to try and reel me in, but it's too late. He's thrown the gauntlet down, and I'm too far gone. The fucker wants her, watched me fuck her, and thinks I'm gonna let him fill her head with bullshit about me? Hell no.
"Meet me outside." I say those three fighting words for the first time in my life. I've never wanted to hit someone as much as I want to hit him.
“Gladly,” he says before storming out the door.
Once the front door shuts, I finally move away from Alyssa to throw the condom in the trash and find my jeans that I left at the supper table the night before.
"You're not seriously gonna fight him are you?" she asks. "Nathan!?!"
"He deserves an ass whooping, if for no other reason than him trying to get a look at you while you're naked!" I shout in response as I zip my pants.
"Oh my God,” she mutters, picking up her robe and pulling it back on. “You’re a grown man! Or at least I thought you were. And now you’re gonna take a swing at my friend just because he was running his mouth?"
"Your 'friend'? Really, Alyssa? Are you fucking blind? He's trying to make himself a whole lot more than your friend. Otherwise he wo
uldn't be willing to throw down with me after just seeing you and me together!"
"Please don't do this!"
I finish putting my shoes on, not bothering with a shirt before I respond. A shirt collar is the quickest way to get choked out in a fight. "I don't hear you telling your 'friend' to back down, but I'm supposed to? Not gonna happen," I tell her before jerking the front door open.
Heading on a crash course toward each other, I duck the asshole’s first swing and nail him in the jaw with my right fist. Damn the crush of flesh on flesh feels good too. When the dickhead raises his hands to block his face, I land a left jab to his kidney, making him double over. Perfect. My right knee comes up into his fucking face, busting his nose. The fucker doesn't go down though, like the gunman at the bar who dropped fast. Instead, the pain or the blood oozing from his nose seems to piss him off even more. I don’t even have time to reel from the sight or copper smell of the blood before he turns to his side and throws a brutal elbow to my gut. I'm momentarily thankful I didn't have breakfast yet. The thought that Alyssa will probably throw it in the trash because of this shit really aggravates me. We were having a perfectly good time until this bastard had to ruin it, not only by his presence but his accusations!
I haul my fist back, and my haymaker to his temple rocks his entire head backward. When he loses his balance, I take him down to the grass to end this shit. The motherfucker reaches up and actually grabs my neck trying to choke me. No trying about it. He's fucking choking me. Since he's fighting dirty, I do too, kneeing him in his side even though he's on the ground.
I vaguely hear Alyssa yelling at us to stop, and then the sound of sirens. None of that really registers until someone starts pulling me off the bastard who's still swinging at me. Blue lights at the curb calm my rage as I allow the man to lead me away from the asshole. Gasping for air with my hands on my hips, I take in the scene around us because we’ve definitely made a scene. Two cop cars with blue lights on sit at the curb, neighbors in pajamas are standing in their yards across the street. This is really bad.