“You feel amazing,” he says, his voice a rumble in my chest. “You feel so fucking good, Eve. I’m not going to stop until I make you come again. I’m going to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“I don’t think I can,” I say. My whole body’s twitching uncontrollably as Nate continues to aim for my sweet spot with terrifying accuracy. My system’s buzzing, alight with oversensitivity. As exhausted and spent as I am, the high that’s gripped me is more than welcome.
“Play with yourself,” he orders gruffly. “Show me how you play with your clit while I fuck you.”
I don’t dare think about disobeying. With a shaky hand, I reach down between us and draw quick, almost frantic circles with the pad of my middle finger. The blend of Nate’s precum and my warm juices act as the perfect lubrication, allowing me to do exactly as Nate asks without resistance.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Good girl. Just like that.”
His rhythm becomes erratic as his cock grows more concerned with release. I’m already so tight around him that I can practically feel his racing pulse against my walls. Much to my surprise, I draw close to spilling over once again.
Nate pulls out the moment I climax a third time, finishing himself off with a few quick strokes of the hand.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
We remain there for a moment, nothing but the sounds of our haggard breathing and the soft whir of the ventilation system hanging over us. It takes me a good minute or two before I finally find the strength to sit up straight.
My tights are a mess. My hair’s a mess. Everything about me is a mess.
I don’t even care.
“Wow,” I whisper, mostly to myself. “Oh, wow.”
Nate chuckles. “Was that good for you?”
A soft giggle escapes my chest, but no words follow. I honestly don’t know what to say.
On one hand, I’m elated. I’m higher than a kite, and I don’t want to come down. Nate just made me climax three times in one go, and I seriously can’t get over that fact. This is arguably the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
And yet…
And yet, somewhere in the deepest, darkest part of my mind, I know this can’t happen again. Nate and I are already risking so much by doing what we just did. As exhilarated as I am, I’m also uncertain. This isn’t anything serious. It can’t be. It’s hot and heavy and fun, but that’s it.
Nate’s going to leave soon. He’s going to leave just like he did ten years ago.
What we have—as amazing as it is—can’t last.
I slip off the examination table and pull off my tights and readjust my leotard so that I’m all covered up. I toss my ruined tights into the little trash bin in the corner of the room. My legs are in an incredible amount of pain, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. If I hurry, I can sneak back to the change rooms and slip into a pair of yoga pants I’ve got in my locker before anyone notices the ruined state I’m in.
“Eve?” Nate calls to me. He sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
“Thanks?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“You guess?” he asks as he tucks himself back into his pants.
“I don’t know what you want to hear, Nate.”
“Eve, I—”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. Don’t say anything. I’m just…I’m going to go.”
“Are we okay?”
His question stuns me. Are we okay? What does that even mean?
“Yeah,” I say quickly. “Yeah, we’re okay. I have to get back to class, is all. They’ll be wondering what’s taking me so long.”
“But your legs—”
“I’ll ice them.” I rush over my words, afraid that the awkwardness will set in and make me bumble like an idiot. “I’ve…I’ve got to go, all right?”
“Right.” Nate sighs. He looks like he wants to say something else but decides not to. “All right. I’ll be here if you, uh…if you need me.”
I don’t know what to say to that. All I can do is manage a quick nod before I dart out the door. To my relief, nobody’s sitting in the rehabilitation center’s waiting room. The coast is luckily clear.
Reckless. That was absolutely reckless.
Don’t you dare think about doing that again, Eve.
For the rest of the day, I think about nothing else other than Nate’s lips on mine and his low voice in my ear.
Was that good for you?
Yes. Yes, it was.
And I’m scared I haven’t had enough.
Chapter Seven
Nate
Weekends off for me are like leap years or solar eclipses: few and far between.
It’s a rare occurrence to have a day to myself. Especially so in New York, where there’s a never-ending list of things to do.
But here in Haven? The town has too little to offer in terms of entertainment, and there’s no chance in hell I’m taking Mother up on her invitation to a social gathering with her friends.