Tempting - Lucian Alex - Страница 22

I felt him tug my underwear down from behind, joining my jeans at my knees. His face was so close to my ass that I wanted to turn around, to see what he was doing. But just as I was about to look, two things happened in quick succession: his hand came down and slapped one cheek hard, and a second later he pushed two fingers inside of me, pressing his thumb against my clit.

A mangled noise tore from my throat as I tried to catch up with the shock and shudder that hit me simultaneously. His fingers thrust into me twice before pulling out so slowly that I thought I would break down in sobs. Just when I felt his fingers pull all the way out, he circled my entrance once before thrusting again, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles over my clit. I was so fucking turned on that I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come all over his hand.

“Nathan,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to the cold door. “I’m close.”

“Good.” It came out as a grunt just as he whipped me back around, so I faced him again. He dove his hand into my hair and pulled the strands just as he removed his fingers to thrust them again. I squirmed, trying to hump his hand in my need to get off.

It continued on and on, Nathan alternating between tugging my hair, biting my lip, slapping my ass, and pinching my nipple right before each rough thrust.

I was spiraling upward, straining for release. I was panting, riding his hand closer and closer to the finish. Finally, his fingers curled inside of me as he pressed hard against my clit and I shouted something unintelligible before crumpling against the door.

My legs shook and my breaths came erratically. “Thank you,” I whispered, unthinking. I hadn’t known how badly I’d needed that release until the moment Nathan picked me up because my legs were too wobbly to hold myself up.

I barely registered him carrying me to the kitchen, only coming to my senses once he’d plopped me onto the counter, the cold surface a startling contrast to my warmed ass. My jeans and panties were scrunched around my knees and my tits hung out over my bra, and Nathan was still completely dressed. I kicked my jeans and panties off, letting them plop on the floor, out of our way.

Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra, noted his eyes tracing the full curves of my breasts. “You’re a little overdressed for this party,” I said, feeling my heart rate start to subside. Reaching forward, I clasped my hands on his shirt and started undoing the buttons, one by one. I deliberately took my time unbuttoning his shirt, teasing him as he’d teased me. But by the third button, his hand covered mine.

“I can’t go slowly,” he said. It was only then that I took in his appearance, blue eyes engulfed in need, tick in his jaw. I knew that if I put my hand on his dick, he’d come undone.

So that was exactly what I did. Once he let go of my hand, I reached down, squeezing him through his pants. His eyes closed and he bit out a curse word. “Then don’t go slowly.” I spread my legs on the edge of the counter and squeezed him harder in my hand. “I’ll take whatever you can give me.”

I wasn’t sure how he did it, but his pants were down to his ankles and a condom was in his hand a heartbeat later. He put the wrapper to his teeth as if to rip it open, but I clasped his hands with mine and leaned forward, placing my mouth on the edge of the wrapper. I paused, breathing into his mouth as he breathed into mine, until the hands clasped with mine gripped tightly, impatiently. With my teeth on the wrapper, I pulled, opening the wrapper with our mouths.

His eyes flashed a look that told me how fucking hot that was—because fucking hell, it was—and he rolled the condom down his impressive dick. His hand cupped the back of my head as his other hand gripped my thigh and pulled me, bringing my pussy to the edge of the counter.

“Watch,” he said, twisting his hand in my hair to hold me taut, angling my head down to his dick, watching as he rubbed its head against my pussy, rubbing it through my folds, before aligning it to my entrance and slamming forward.

I couldn’t help it, I was so sensitive from having just come spectacularly that the way he filled me ripped a scream from my throat. He didn’t let up for even a second, hammering into me swiftly, so relentless that I felt his balls smack my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ripped open the rest of his shirt, needing to see more of his golden skin, desperate to touch him as he pounded tirelessly into me.

My body warmed, my muscles fluid with each thrust, and I knew I would come again. I felt the quake in my arms as he pushed into me, over and over, with a rhythm that was almost punishing in its increasing speed. I alternated between succumbing to the climb and focusing on helping him get there, but in the end I did both by running my nails down his chest, over his nipples and abs. Fuck, watching his stomach clench with his thrusts was enough to push me completely off the ledge.

His hand came between us, flicking my clit. “Ahhh,” I moaned, my head falling back, but still supported by his hand.

He leaned forward and licked up the curve of my breast, his fingers pressing into my scalp. He didn’t ask me if I was close, but he seemed to sense it as he closed his lips around my nipple, tonguing my piercing, before biting down hard enough to send a shockwave throughout my entire body.

It was the shove I needed to throw me over the edge and into a mind-numbing orgasm; an avalanche of ecstasy carried me from the high, my body limp and my breaths quick. He clutched me to him as he grunted his release, fingers digging into my skin—keeping me from floating away completely.

Sex with Nathan was more than just a romp in the proverbial sheets; it obliterated the senses. He was a generous lover, giving and taking in equal measure, aware and in control even as his body lost it. His ability to be restrained, to keep himself in check made me both admire him and want to spin that dominance right out of his hands.

But, as I was freshly fucked and rubber-limbed, I just laid in his arms as our breathing slowed and our skin cooled. The orgasm had rocked me so solidly that I felt myself shiver as I calmed in his arms.

“Are you cold?” he asked, not letting me go.

“A little.” But I didn’t want him to let me go just yet.

He kicked off his pants and wrapped an arm around my upper back and one under my ass as he carried me into my bedroom.

I worried for a moment that he would tuck me in and go about as his way—a repeat of our first night together—but instead he climbed in behind me, tugging my back against his front. I was soothed by his desire to hold me so soon after sex. The near-emotional breakdown from class earlier followed by the two perfect orgasms he’d given me had turned me into warm goo, and I found myself melting into sleep with his arm wrapped around my waist.

Chapter Eighteen

I woke up to Nathan’s breath in my ear, his words whispering along my skin. “I need to get going.”

After opening my eyes, I looked to the clock. “It’s seven?”

“At night,” he confirmed. He shifted behind me before sliding off the bed and padding out of my bedroom. I watched his magnificent ass from bed until he disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to gather his clothes.

Standing up, I debated whether or not to throw on a t-shirt but decided against it, walking out into the living area and stretching my relaxed limbs. I caught him staring as I arched my back and smiled seductively. “Do you really have to go?” I felt a sudden, baffling sadness at the thought of him leaving, but pushed it back.