by Tasha Fawkes
This is fucking awesome.
I look around, enjoying how private and peaceful it is out here. The air is freezing, but the water is hot. I love the contrast, but my body is finding it very confusing. I glance at the door when it opens, and then Nate appears, carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Fancy.” I grin, as he expertly fills both glasses. He smirks at me.
“What can I say? I'm a classy man,” he says.
He places the glasses on the edge of the tub, then peels his shirt off. His eyes meet mine as he reaches down to unbuckle his jeans. I swallow, feeling lightheaded as he lowers his pants, kicking them off. Then he steps over the edge and into the water.
I swallow, my throat dry, because I’m a second away from throwing myself at him. I hold off for about ten seconds, then I think fuck it. I swim closer to him and crawl into his lap, gasping when I feel him press against me. He rubs his lips against mine while his hands stroke my hair, his mouth engulfing mine as he kisses me. I groan and gently rock myself against him, enjoying the closeness of him.
“I knew this tub would come in handy someday,” he muttered.
He presses his lips against mine as I caress his face, while still gently rocking myself against his erection. He leans over the edge and grabs a condom. I smile.
“That was strategically placed.” I tease.
“Yeah, I dropped it there before I climbed in.” He smirked. “I figured it was better to be safe than sorry.”
He goes to open it, but I take it off him and tear it open with my teeth. Then I take the thin rubber and roll it over his length while he balances himself out of the water. I smile at him and then lean forward and run my lips over his length.
“Oh god.” He groans.
I push him back down into the water and position myself on top of him, holding on to his him as he plunges inside me. I gasp as he bounces me on his cock and I arch my back, forcing him deeper inside me. He grunts and wraps his hand around my waist, pumping himself faster into my pussy. I gasp as he kisses me along the neck, then he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks it until it’s stiff. He curls his tongue around the other one, until it’s also stiff, then he brings his mouth against mine.
I groan, riding him while I kiss him, pressing my lips against his. My thighs clench as they lock around his waist. He grunts, jerking forward as he comes hard inside me. Panting, I bury my face in his neck, my grip on him tightening, as my body begins to convulse.
“Oh yes.” I gasp, jerking against him, my pussy throbbing as his cock slides through it.
I pull away, my heart pounding as he slides out of me and pulls me into his arms. I sit in his lap, smiling as he kisses me, his tongue drawing circles around my earlobe. I'm hot and sweaty, though it's hard to distinguish what’s caused by him and just an effect of being submerged in the hot water.
“That was pretty impressive,” he says.
I spin around so I’m facing him, he stiffens again and laugh, turning my head back to smirk at him.
“Maybe we should get out while we can.” He suggests. “You look like you're about to faint.” He adds with a chuckle. “Does the thought of me fucking you again do that to you?”
“No,” I retort. “It's just really hot in here.”
“I’ll show you hot.” He murmurs, kissing me.
He stands up and steps out to grab me a towel. He passes it to me, and I wrap it around myself and use his hand to balance as I climb out.
“Sit down,” he says, pointing to the couch when we’ve walked back inside. “Would you like another drink?” he asks.
I nod. “Water would be good.”
“Water?” he says with a smirk.
“I’m dehydrated,” I say, defending my choice.
Anything harder than water and I might pass out. At this rate, I’ll probably pass out anyway. He wanders over and hands me my glass of water, which I sip slowly.
I feel so tired, so when Nate sits down, I stretch out, my head resting in his lap. He strokes my hair away from my eyes, while I struggle to keep them open. I’m vaguely aware of him turning the TV on, then asking me if I’m hungry, then I fall asleep.
My eyes spring open to see Nate smiling at me from above. I smile back, because this is a nice way to wake up.
“We have pizza if you’re hungry,” he says. “Though it might be a little cold.”
I sit up and glance around, feeling dazed.
“How did you manage to answer the door with me asleep on you?” I ask, curious.
“Believe it or not, you woke up for all of five minutes.” He chuckles. “You don’t remember that at all?”
I shook my head embarrassed. I guess I was tired. As I nibble on a slice of cold pizza, I notice he’s still wearing his towel.
“Did you answer the door like that?”
“Yes. Why?” he asks. I smirk, and he laughs. “He didn’t know I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.”
“No, but I do…” I say.
I creep my hand underneath his towel. He narrows his eyes at me, then groans as I wrap my fingers around his cock and slide them up and down his length. He glances at me and laughs.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but either eat your pizza or touch me. Don’t do both.”
I roll my eyes and toss the pizza back in the box, then I resume siding my hand along his shaft. He groans and shifts further down the couch, spreading his legs wider apart. I slide off the couch, get down on my knees and position myself between his legs.
“Tell me to stop whenever you want me to,” I say with a smirk.
He grunts as I take him in my mouth, sliding my lips along his length. I keep my eyes locked on his as I suck him hard, increasing my speed with every motion.
“Fuck, faster.” He groans.
He runs his fingers through my damp hair, grabbing a fistful of it and forcing himself deeper down my throat. I gag, but I keep going, sucking and licking his shaft until he comes in my mouth. He lets out a strangled moan, his body jerking forward while he holds my mouth against his crotch. I swallow and suck his tip, while he bucks his hips against me.
“Fuck, yeah.” He hisses.
He pushes me away and shakes his head as I wipe my mouth. I laugh and pick up my pizza, demolishing the last few bites, before taking my place back on the couch next to him. He shakes his head and kisses me. I have to admit I'm enjoying myself, cold pizza and all.
We head down to the bedroom and lay on the bed, tangled in each other's arm. We talk for half the night, laughing and joking about things, until it’s time to go to sleep. My half an hour power nap really mucks up my sleeping pattern every time, because every time I'm on the verge of falling asleep, something jumps into my mind, and I need to tell Nate. After the fourth time, he chuckles then rolls over onto his side. He kisses me roughly.
“For the love of God, let me sleep,” he begs me.
I wince and then giggle. “Okay, I’m sorry. I promise, not another word from me,” I say.
He laughs like he doesn’t believe me, so I lay there, consciously pressing my lips together to stop myself from talking. I rest my hand against his head and gently stroke his hair until I notice his breathing getting heavier. When he starts to snore softly, I know he's asleep, so I sneak out of the bed and pad down to lounge room.
I turn the TV on and curl up on the couch with a blanket over me. I look around, a surge of happiness racing through me. Almost as quickly as that passes, I’m filled with a sense of emptiness, because I know I'm getting more attached to him every day that goes by. I take a deep breath, knowing I can’t let myself stress about it. The last thing I want to do is relapse. Especially in front of Nate.
Chapter 13
Nate
I knew it was a bad idea to try and seduce her.
It’s been a week since I asked her out and just over three since we first met in that bar. My plan to sway her is backfiring, because as much as I want to deny it, I’m developing stronger feelings for her with ev
ery day that passes. The worst part was I knew this would happen.
I sigh and try to focus on the work on my desk, but she’s all I can think about.
When we kiss, when we’re together, that’s all real…isn’t it? I swallow, feeling sick. I'm sure she knew what I was trying to do when I asked her out that first time, so why is she doing this? My reasons are clear; I’m trying to save the foundation, but what’s her excuse? Does she genuinely like me, or is this just a bit of fun? I frown, hoping it’s the former. She doesn’t strike me as the type of girl to have a no strings relationship. Then again, I had been wrong about people in the past. I sit back in my chair and let out a growl.
Why am I even analyzing this?
I look up, startled, when someone knocks softly on my door. It's after six. I didn't think there was anyone else here.
“Come in.” I call out.
The door pushes open. My heart pounds when I see Angela standing there, smiling awkwardly.
“Hey,” she says, her eyes meeting mine. “I hope you don't mind…” Her voice trails off and she looks embarrassed. I’m sure I see regret in her eyes.
“Come in,” I say.
I motion for her to come inside and sit down. She does, closing the door behind her. I watch her as she walks over to my desk and sits down. She looks good. I love the way her skirt hugs her hips. And that grey top she’s wearing shows enough of her cleavage to arouse me.
“Did we have a time arranged to see each other?” I ask.
I wrack my brain wondering, if I'd forgotten something crucial, but I can’t think about anything other than what I want to do to her, right here on my desk. She shakes her head and flushes as she runs her hand through her long hair.
“No, I was just in the area, so I thought I'd stop in and say hi.” She explains.
I nod and raise my eyebrows at her, not believing her for a second. I liked the idea that she came over here just to see me, but it also makes me wonder…
“Take a seat. I'm almost finished,” I say. I shake my head as I glance down at the list I’d been working on all afternoon. Or, at least, I’d been trying to work on it. “I'm just finalizing the guest list for our next fundraiser.” I explain.
“How often do you hold them?” she asks.
“We usually try and do one every quarter. Basically, the more money we can make, the more we have to put back into the community,” I say.
I stare down at the guest list, feeling awkward all of a sudden. She probably feels just as awkward, because we shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s like talking to a competitor and giving away my secrets. I should be careful about what I say and how I say it, in case she uses it against me.
“Hey, have you eaten?” I ask her when my stomach growls.
She shakes her head. It's late, nearly seven thirty, so I order Chinese, and have it delivered to the office. We make small talk while I keep working on the guest list, until dinner arrives. I suggest we move into the conference room, so we can stretch out and I can keep working.
“Sure,” she says.
She takes the food while I carry my folder, leading her down the smaller of the three conference rooms. She glances around the empty office.
“It’s so quiet.”
“Yeah, it usually is, after hours in an office.” I tease her.
She makes a face at me and watches as I sit down. I motion for her to join me. We eat in silence. I watch her expertly use her chopsticks, while I opt for the fork. I’m impressed with the way she handles those. She catches me looking at her and blushes.
After we have finished eating, I clear away our mess, and get us a drink. I sit back down, glancing at her as she plays with a fortune cookie.
“You look lost in thought.” I comment.
She looks up at me, surprised and then gives me a rueful smile.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just thinking...”
“About anything in particular?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Just the fact that I’ve got two weeks to finalize everything, and then go back home?” she laughs, a tremor in her voice, then her eyes meet mine. “I guess it’s just hitting me that I need to work some things out.”
I nod and reach over to grab my own fortune cookie. I don't want to talk about the foundation or her leaving, because both things have the potential to ruin the good mood I’m in.
“You sounded like it was a pretty easy assessment,” I say, choosing my words carefully.
She shrugs. “I thought it was, but maybe I didn’t have all the facts.” She hesitates, then glances at me. “I knew this was a bad idea,” she mutters.
“What?” I say frowning at her. Is she talking about us?
“You. Us. This.” She throws her hands up in disgust. “Now I'm all emotionally attached, and it feels wrong stopping the clinic when it's your whole life, which is what you probably wanted…” She sighs and closes her eyes. “I can't make decisions fueled by emotion, Nate. I’d be a laughing stock. No one would ever take me seriously professionally again.”
I study her for a moment, because I still don't think she really understands what I want from her.
“I don't want you to save the clinic because you feel sorry for me,” I say. “I want you to do it because you see that it's worth it.”
She stares at me for a long time and then shrugs.
“So then go for it,” she says, waving her hand. “Convince me. Explain to me why the clinic needs to stay.”
I nod. I can do that.
“Okay, so it saves a hell of a lot of lives. It helps the community, it lowers crime, takes the pressure off of hospitals…I could go on all night about the benefits of the place, but it’s not going to make a difference, is it? It was never established to bring in a profit, so are you coming in and…”
I sigh and take a deep breath. I’m rambling on and my thoughts are all over the place, because I’m so invested in this.
“You need to understand that the whole point of the rest of the foundation isn’t to make money,” I say. “Its sole purpose is to support the center. And it’s been working fine up until now.” I look at her, pleading with her to understand what I’m saying. “The idea was to provide for the community. It was to give something back without expecting anything in return. You don't go to Third World countries and build schools and expect to make a profit, do you?” I ask her.
“No, but the profit is that you’re teaching kids in the hope that they’ll more than repay later.” She frowned. “Which I guess is the same as your argument for the center…”
I nod, relieved that she’s finally getting it.
“Look at the profit as the people that we’re saving.”
She smiles at me. “You know, you're cute when you're passionate about something,” she says.
“I'm passionate about many things.” I grumble.
Like how much I want to slide that skirt down over those hips and fuck her right here on this table…
I let out a growl and reach forward, grabbing hold of the seat she’s sitting in. She gasps as I roughly wheel it against mine. I take her hand and put it on my waist, then I gently caress her neck, pressing my lips against hers. She smiles and closes her eyes, then she opens them to study mine.
“I like kissing you.” I murmur.
I lean forward and take hold of her top, ripping it open.
“Hey,” she says, laughing. “You're forgetting that I still have to go home wearing this.”
“We can make it work,” I chuckle.
She peels off her top and drops it on the floor, then she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. I reach down and grasp her thighs, lifting her onto my lap, then I bury my face in her breasts and kiss her soft skin, sucking her nipples while she moans softly in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, her lips eventually finding mine. My heart pounds as I began to stiffen.
Wait, who am I kidding? I was hard the moment I ripped her top open.
I stand her up and then t
oss her onto the table. She stops me at the last second, a glint in her eyes as she pushes me back down into my seat. I smirk, because I can't quite take her seriously, while she’s wearing a skirt and heels, but no shirt or bra. She flicks her long hair over her shoulder and gets down on her knees. I watch her as she lowers my zipper and then reaches inside my pants, wrapping her fingers around my cock.
“Fuck.” I groan as she takes me in her mouth.
There is no better feeling than this. I stroke her hair as she sucks me. She's gentle at first, teasing me slowly and winding me up until I'm hard and throbbing. Then she gets serious, her lips dragging up and down my cock while she sucks. Her tongue twirls around my tip. I groan, clutching my head as she sucks me, because it feels so amazing. I reach into my pocket and grab the condom from my wallet that I was glad I put there earlier. I rip open the wrapper, while she sucks me, then I ease myself out of her mouth.
She takes the rubber and rolls it over my cock, then I lift her one-handedly back out onto the table. She gasps as I drive myself inside her wet pussy. I push her back against the table, so she's lying flat with me on top of her.
“That okay?” I mutter as I thrust myself into her.
She nods, groaning as she rocks against me. I kiss her, pressing my mouth against hers, while pumping my cock furiously to her.
“God.” She gasps.
I kiss her neck and then bury my face in her breasts, as I come inside her. I groan, my body convulsing as I release. I lay there for a moment, unable to move, then I get off the table and help her up. I smirk as I watch her get dressed. She glowers at me as she stares down at her ripped top.
“So, what am I supposed to do with this?” she asks.
I shrug. “You look pretty good to me,” I offer. She shakes her head, but I can see the hint of a smile on her lips.