“Tomorrow.” Nate pulled me along with him.
“Fine.” Peter rose. “I’ll go pick a fight with David to take the edge off.”
“Last time you did that, I had to buy you two new teeth.” Nate’s steps grew faster as we left the room, practically hustling me through the hall and to the stairs.
It appeared I wasn’t the only one who’d had a tough go of waiting for bedtime. Peter responded—with something sarcastic, no doubt—but we were well up the stairs, and Nate didn’t seem to care.
We’d just made it inside his room when he slammed the door and pushed me against it, his mouth on mine, his hands pulling at the hem of my shirt.
I was happy to help, yanking my top off and working Nate’s buttons off one by one.
“Do you have any idea how hard you made me today?” He rolled his hips toward me, the hardness in his pants a testament to his words. “Any clue how fucking sexy you look when you’re playing the little miss studious game? Over there with your book?”
I shrugged as he kissed to my neck, sending chills all over me with his wicked lips. “I was just doing my schoolwork.”
He reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. “Like a good schoolgirl?”
“Yes.”
“Wrong.” He stripped my bra off and fastened his lips around my nipple, licking as he shoved my jeans and panties down to my knees.
I bumped the back of my head on the door as he bit down, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave a mark.
“You’re not a good girl.” He sank to his knees and licked my pussy. “You’re the worst girl. You need some fucking discipline.” He snaked his tongue between my folds, pressing against my clit as he kneaded my ass with his palms.
My gasp turned into a moan as he gripped the backs of my thighs and pulled them apart just enough to get his tongue inside me. I grabbed his dark hair, squeezing the soft strands between my fingers as he fucked me with his tongue.
“Not getting off that easy.” He sat back, his eyes stormy, then rose and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Nate!” I pressed my palms to his back, but he threw me onto the bed. The air whooshed out of me as he yanked my jeans and panties the rest of the way down, then tossed them aside.
“Get on your knees.” He pointed to the bed.
The command in his voice lit up the erotic centers of my mind like a pinball machine. I scrambled onto my stomach, then pushed up onto all fours.
He rubbed my ass, then reared back and landed a stinging slap. “You knew I didn’t want you to go down to the basement.”
I craned my head around to catch his gaze. “I needed to see.”
Smack. I arched my back at the flash of pain.
“You sure it wasn’t because you wanted to stay close to Angus?” Smack.
“No!” I tried to sit back, but he gripped my hips and held me in place.
His hands rubbed my aching ass. “You sure?”
“Why?” I held his gaze. “You jealous?”
Smack. I yelped at the fresh sting, and then the next, and the next. Why did I have to be a brat?
“Yes, I’m jealous.” The sound of his zipper sent a shock of desperate need through me. “I don’t want him anywhere near you. But I don’t have a choice in the matter. You have to be here, and he has to be here. But”—he kissed the spots where his hands had warmed my skin—“I do have a choice in his room selection.”
“What?” I raised an eyebrow.
Nate dropped his voice. “He’s right next door.” The bed shifted, and Nate’s thick head pressed against my wet entrance.
“He’ll hear!” I hissed.
Nate laughed, low and delicious. “That’s the idea.” He pushed forward, nudging his head inside me.
I moaned at the fullness and the slight sting.
“I want him to hear every orgasm I give you.” He eased farther inside, my walls expanding for him as my body hummed with the need for more. “Every time you call my name.” He pushed all the way, and my eyes rolled back.
“You’re bad.” I let my head hang as I ate up all the sensations.
“Yes.” He pulled back and plunged all the way in with a skin-on-skin slap.
He was still dressed for the most part. Why was there something so hot about that? Gripping my hips, he pulled back and slammed forward harder, then did it again, and again. I began to shove back to his rhythm, driving him farther. He moved a hand to my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it. I arched to relieve the pressure, then gasped at how deeply he sank inside me. His balls slapped against me with each rough stroke.
The pressure of his hand on my hips disappeared, and when it reappeared at my ass, I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he kept his grip on my hair.