“It is perfect,” I whispered and his eyes became dark, so dark with need.
I wondered when he’d flip me over, since he seemed to like it from behind.
His shoulders moved down and settled between my open legs. I felt his warm breath as he blew on my skin. I almost pressed my thighs together from the intensity, but he was in my way. He inserted one finger while he studied me and then blew another gust of hot air across my sensitive skin.
I moaned loudly and brought my hands up to run through his hair before changing my mind and forcing them back down.
“Don’t even think about it,” he grunted.
He licked my entrance with the broad flat of his tongue and I whimpered.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed out and his tongue repeated the action.
“Tell me again.”
“Sometimes all I think about is your mouth on me.”
“Fuck,” he rumbled and then began licking me faster. Soft and then hard, short thrusts of the tip of his tongue and then long drags over and over again.
“I can’t get enough of your taste,” he said.
I’ve never had someone utter those words to me. Usually oral sex was just foreplay, a means to an end. To get me loosened up and ready to go, if it happened at all. But with Nate it was like a worshipful expression.
My fingers fisted the bedspread as his lips closed around my swollen nub. He sucked and licked and bit and I became absolutely feverish for him. I moaned so loudly that had my landlord been home, she would have definitely heard me.
I was close and when he spread my legs wider and firmly pressed me down to the mattress, I was nearly gone. My hips were now grinding against his mouth.
“That’s it, fuck my mouth. My tongue is loving it.” His thumbs spread my lips apart as he sucked hard and then moved down to tunnel inside me.
I felt the buildup low in my spine, rounding and tightening across my abdomen, and then spreading to my thighs like boiling lava. When I exploded my legs were quivering, my shoulders shuddering, and I tried to pull away without touching him. But he held me there and laved me with his mouth, licking ever so gently while I writhed beneath him.
It was such a profound orgasm that I felt my eyes watering and tears sliding out of the corners. A mind-numbing sensation rolled over me even as he continued bathing me with his tongue. “Nate, I can’t take it anymore.”
He ignored me but loosened his grasp on my thighs. His fingers ran circles beneath my knees and now he was full-mouth kissing the area between my legs.
I sagged into the bed allowing him to do his thing, confused as to what it was all about. I wanted to reach out and touch him but I also didn’t want to disrupt his reverent adoration of my body. It was as overwhelming as it was intoxicating.
He offered one final kiss and then pulled away to tower over me—his body taut, his shaft hard and swollen, his eyes fierce and burning for me.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Nate
I was standing over Jessie’s beautiful naked body memorizing her. She was hands down the sexiest girl I’d even been with and the noises she made when I went down on her drove me out of my fucking mind.
I couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste, her moans, how she obeyed my commands by keeping her hands where I’d asked her to, even though I knew she desperately wanted to touch me. I wanted to make sure she felt intense pleasure, and that was something I had never given two shits about before.
She allowed me to do what I wanted, at my own speed, on my own terms, and there was so much goddamn freedom in that. I felt totally uninhibited when I was around her.
I wanted to stay here in this room with her forever and that scared the shit out of me in a completely different way. I wasn’t itching to leave, to get it all over with, even though my urges were front and center in my brain.
Moving my mouth down to her skin, I licked the line of her stomach, travelling up to her breasts.
“Nate,” she whispered as I pulled a nipple into my mouth and then grabbed hold of her hands.
I tugged her arms above her head and then ground my hips against her, my shaft dragging over her stomach. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” she said, even though she looked completely spent and satisfied from her orgasm.
My legs on either side of her hips, I sat back to gaze at her. Her arms stayed exactly where I had placed them above her pillow and her eyes devoured my body. She licked her lips and stared down at my hard-on.
“You want a taste first?” I whispered.
She nodded vigorously and I scooted forward almost like a looming shadow over her breasts. She was such a little thing that I didn’t want to squash her. I could’ve easily flung her over my shoulder and spanked her if wanted. And I knew now that she would’ve enjoyed that. That thought only made me harder.
My dick brushed her chin and she darted her tongue out to swipe at my head.
Her lips slid over my slit and I groaned, so ready to bury myself inside of her. I jutted my hips forward and she sucked on my tip, her mouth so warm and wet that I almost lost my load.
Jessie hummed as she attempted to take more of me inside her mouth and the sensation made my legs quiver. She brought her hands down halfway to give herself some help, before stopping and letting them fall back against the pillows. Fuck, this girl was amazing.
After another minute of feeling her hot lips on me, I pulled back and said, “I need to see your sweet ass.”
She rolled beneath me, keeping her hands above the pillows, and my gaze travelled up and down her gorgeous backside. She was an empty canvas on this part of her body, the only tattoo being the one on her lower back, containing the words that grounded me last time.
When my mouth suddenly covered that patch of skin, kissing the words, she inhaled sharply.
I growled and grabbed a firm fistful of her ass, kneading her flesh before parting her cheeks. I slid my shaft up and down her crease, picturing how I pounded into her that day on that bridge. She moaned and pressed her ass against my hips.
Trailing my hands over her smooth skin, rubbing and squeezing, I allowed my fingers to roam freely in her most intimate places. She indulged me, never attempting to pull away, her head bent and breathing heavily.
Unexpectedly my mind drifted to other places, wondering what she’d allowed with other guys and whether that had been the reason she was so comfortable with me. I thought of Jessie kissing Dex and I gritted my teeth as jealousy tore through me and settled in my chest, like a heavy and imposing lead weight.
Fucking hell, I didn’t want Jessie to be with anybody else. Nobody besides me. Ever again. My breathing escalated as did the roughness of my fingers roaming over her skin, like I wanted to take ownership of her.
I raised my hand to give her perfectly unmarred skin a nice and good slap, but then all at once, the drive slid away—slid right the fuck out of me.
I wanted—no, needed—to possess her in an altogether different way. She needed to know how exceptionally exquisite she was. I prodded her shoulder and she looked back at me, confused.
“Turn around, beautiful girl,” I mumbled. “I want to see you.”
She spun to her back and stared up at me. She could tell something in the air had changed. Something that made her reach her fingers out to me—to know that this time I would allow it.
She understood that I needed her hands on me. Her hands—nobody else’s. And right in that moment I knew. As her fingers tenderly wandered over my shoulders and slid up my throat to my lips, I knew.
I felt it deep and profound in my gut.
I was gone—already fucking gone for this girl.
Jessie sat up as her fingers roamed down my chest to my hard-on. She reached for the condom wrapper that I had placed on the side of the bed and then proceeded to open it. With skilled hands she rolled it down my shaft, staring deeply into my eyes the entire time.
I saw a question there, behind her gaze, but s
he tamped it down and kept going. Like she also understood that’d been what I needed. This goddamn girl was so attuned to me. She just fucking got me.
After the condom was securely in place she teased my bottom lip with her tongue, gently sweeping across it. It was enough to jump-start me again. As my hands groped her neck, I dragged her mouth to mine in a hungry kiss.
Yet, the kiss wasn’t nearly as ravenous as the others before it, because there was tenderness there—as if we both wanted to be wholly present, fully aware of each other. We kept our eyes open as we kissed and licked and gently bit each other’s lips and jaws and ears.
I nudged her back down on the bed, my hands roving over her body, mesmerized by her skin—revering it—before I positioned myself at her entrance.
Her hands braced my thighs as I entered her partway. A breathy groan stole from my lips at the sensation of being inside her, before I slid in all the way.
“Oh yes.” The words tumbled from her mouth and then her hands reached around to my ass. Her fingers gripped my flesh and then she tugged me to her as I pumped in and out at a languid pace.
Still, our eyes remained glued to one another and I stretched down to swipe my mouth against her plump and swollen lips. My stride remained slow as I moved inside her. When she thrust upward, her lips parted, her cheeks a rosy flush—and something seemed to grasp a firm hold on my heart.
Never had I experienced this kind of tightness in my chest while fucking a girl. It felt like I wanted to break down into tears and shout in ecstasy at the same time. One thing was for certain: though I felt completely feverish for release, I never wanted this to end.
She lifted her legs up and wound them around my hips, attempting to get closer to me. My balls were slapping against her ass as I pumped more solidly. Circling her taut nipple with my thumb, I moved down to her very wet clit.
I could still taste her on my tongue and that thought made me groan out loud.
“Fuck, Jessie, you feel incredible.”
Her lips were trembling and she nodded, gazing fully into my eyes. I reached beneath her ass, my fingers grasping firmly.
Pushing up, I said, “Slide your legs to my shoulders.”
She considered my request quizzically before lifting one leg, trusting me completely. When her other leg reached my shoulder, I turned my lips to brush her ankle and she gasped.
I adjusted my grip on her backside and from this angle I was able plunge even deeper. The feel of being this nestled inside her was so intoxicating, my eyes practically rolled in the back of my head.
Her eyes closed on a moan, and her head fell back against the pillows.
“No,” was my soft one-word command. But she understood immediately and snapped her eyes open. My heart thrashed agonizingly against my chest that this girl got me so completely. Got that I needed her gaze on me. That I needed her to experience this right along with me.
My fingers slid down her arm and I reached for her hand, interlaced our fingers securely together.
I began pumping harder and faster as her feet braced against my shoulders. When her fingers reached out to touch the expanse connecting us, my balls tightened and I knew I was close. As I thrust in and out, she looked down to watch where our bodies met, before gazing back up at me.
“Nate,” she said, her lips trembling. “I’m gonna come.”
I nodded. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
I drove harder and she whimpered loudly before letting loose, her hand gripping my thigh securely. I followed right behind, panting and cursing openly.
I slowed to gentle thrusts as my orgasm swelled over me in surge after surge. Everything became a blur in the background—except her sweet face and those eyes, which had remained fixed on me.
I collapsed atop her and then rolled, bringing her with me. Ours legs remained entwined and our hands gripped firm, and we breathed into each other’s necks.
So intense. So deep. So profound.
Neither one of us spoke or moved for quite some time, and I just wanted to remain that way, buried deep inside of her for always.
Finally, after several still and hushed minutes, she said, “Nate. Why did you . . . change your mind?”
I wasn’t offended by the question, I’d been wondering the same thing myself. Why I hadn’t spanked her or tied her up.
“I think . . .” I whispered into her hair. “Just knowing it was possible . . . was enough for me.”
I didn’t meet her eyes when I said it. I didn’t even know if she got what I meant. Part of me wished I could take it back, that maybe I had said too much, shown my cards too soon.
But then I felt her fingers grasp my chin and she lifted it, forcing me to look at her. When her eyes met mine, she closed the space between us, placing a gentle yet sensual kiss on my lips. Our hands were still interconnected and she gave my palm a steady squeeze.
I tugged her toward me so that her head lay on my chest and then I felt her relax against me.
Too much had gone down between us tonight that I couldn’t wrap my brain around. I needed to get the hell out of here before I did something else to screw up this friends-turned-lovers situation even further. Like bring all of my messy feelings for her into the mix.
Chapter Thirty
Jessie
Nate was gone by the time I woke up in the morning, just as I expected him to be. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I didn’t remember him pulling out of me and leaving my bed, let alone shutting the door behind him. No surprise there, my body was spent.
But no doubt about it, Nate didn’t fuck me last night—he made love to me.
I didn’t think he even understood that and there was a chance he never would, but I was pretty certain I’d be wrecked for a good long while.
To make matters worse, he had to go and leave a sweet note.
Blue,
Didn’t want to wake you, pretty girl. You looked so peaceful.
Square
Last night was so intense that just thinking about it made my entire body tingle.
I couldn’t dwell on it, though. Nate was Nate and I had stuff to do. That was when I bolted up in bed and remembered my car. Shit. It had a flat and my truck was sitting at the bowling alley. I needed to call a tow company to pick it up or maybe I could drive it somewhere like Nate had done in Bridgeway.
I considered asking Nate for advice before I changed my mind. We’d just had sex, he left in the middle of the night, and now I’d be texting him like some whiney chick who needed something more from him? No thanks.
I looked for my clothes, which were strewn across the room. I felt a momentary pang about exactly how they got that way, but pushed through it. As I yanked on my underwear and a T-shirt, I thought of who was on the schedule today that could give me a lift to my car and then to work. I could ask Dex, but that would send him mixed signals. I knew Emmy wasn’t on until later and was busy at the animal shelter this morning. I’d be giving her an earful today for sure. Finally, I settled on Bennett.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled for his name.
I might need a lift to work. Any tire advice?
Bennett: I’m confused. What do you mean? Where are you?
Well that was strange—didn’t Bennett remember what had happened last night?
Me: Am I in the Twilight Zone? I’m at home, just woke up, and need to be at work. But don’t have a car, remember?
Bennett: You just woke up? Look outside.
I stood up, irritated by his confusing text. I walked to the door and rose up on my tiptoes to look out my window to the driveway. My car was parked in my regular spot in the turnaround. I swung open the screen and upon closer inspection, it looked like I had a brand-new tire. What the what?
I didn’t have any pants on, so I returned to my couch to text Bennett again.
Me: You put a new tire on my car????? Whoa, how and when did that happen?
I mean, Bennett was a good guy, no doubt, but that went above and beyond.
Bennett
: Not me. Nate. I followed him while he drove your car to the service station this morning. He got you a new tire and then drove your car back to your house.
Me: Square did that?
Bennett: Yup.
Me: I’m speechless.
Bennett: He’s a good guy. Just a little misguided.
I almost texted something sarcastic back but held myself in check.
Me: Yeah. Thanks for helping. See you at work.
I sank back on my couch completely dumbfounded. I wondered what time Nate had left. Had he waited until the morning and then called Bennett to help him out? My heart was pounding as my head went through a series of emotions ranging from gratitude to affection. Why would he do that for me? I needed to not read into this, but it was certainly a very kind gesture.
I stood up and headed to the kitchen. I needed to make some coffee so I could think straight. Then I jumped in the shower to get ready for work. I had a morning shift and then some studying to do in the afternoon for my Digital Media class.
After I took my first sip and got my brain in some semblance of working order, I reached for my phone to text Nate.
Me: I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was completely surprised, Square. I’ll pay you back. Thank you!
My heart pounded as I waited on his reply.
Nate: Consider it a gift. Someone had to set your ass straight and force you to get a new tire.
I couldn’t help grinning.
Me: Ha ha. Well, I appreciate it. Thank you again.
I stopped short of saying, for last night. For everything. That would make me sound like a Hallmark card and neither of us needed that.
Nate: I was glad to do it, Blue. Have a good day.
Not only was my brain working slowly this morning, but so was my body. I got into work in enough time that Oliver didn’t get on my case about it. It was up to me to open the shop and get things rolling.
All the artists were on today. Weekends were busy at Raw Ink, so we were doubled up at the front desk as well, but Emmy wasn’t due in for a couple of hours.
I put on a fresh pot of coffee, stocked the fridge with more sodas, and laid out the donuts and muffins I brought from a local bakery—which were a weekend-only indulgence, considering almost all of these guys kept themselves lean and fit.
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