“I want you so badly.”
His laugh is dark, and his eyes are gleaming. “Ask me nicely.”
“Nathan…” I moan impatiently.
“That’s a good start, what else? Tell me what you want, baby.”
My body is rocking against his in a desperate search for friction, justsomethingthat will soothe the ache between my legs, so it’s pretty freaking clear what I want. His arm wraps around the bottom of my back, holding me close to him as he flips us over so I’m on my back. If I could only have one memory for the rest of my life, it’d be Nate kneeling between my open legs.His body is strong and hard, but his skin is soft and smooth. He doesn’t even blink as he looks down at me, drunk on lust.
“I want your mouth.”
“Where do you want my mouth?”
I trail my finger down the front of my panties, feeling the warmth and how wet they are already. His eyes follow my hand, lips tugging into a smug smirk.
“You’ve gotta say the words.”
All the blood in my body rushes to my face. I chew on the inside of my cheek, watching him watch me. His hands are massaging my calves, so he’s clearly in no rush to give me what I want. My chest is heaving, needy and impatient. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
He takes each side of my underwear in his hands and shimmies them off, pushing my legs wide and settling between them. Apparently, the time for teasing is over because he doesn’t hesitate to bury his head and devour me. He’s got me squirming within seconds, desperate for more but overwhelmed by how fucking good it feels.
“You like that?” he coos, knowing full well the answer is yes. My hands sink into his hair, tugging him closer, pushing him away, holding him in place, using him as an anchor to keep me on this bed.
“Nate,” I cry, not quite sure what I’m crying for.
“I know, baby, I know it’s good.” He slips a finger inside of me, then another, curling them around, and I’m almost there. “You gonna come for me?”
My legs are shaking, and I’m floating as my entire body starts to spasm. “Nathan…Oh fuck…”
He leaves me dazed and breathless on the bed, while he climbs off and lets his boxers and sweatpants drop to the floor. Nathan’s hands wrap around my naked thighs and tug me to the edge of the bed, navigating my ankles to rest on his shoulders. He takes the base of his dick in a tight grip, running the tip between my folds.
“Such a good girl,” he says proudly, pushing the tip inside. “Jesus Christ, stop squeezing or this is going to be over in thirty seconds.”
Digging his fingers into the front of my thighs to keep me in place, he sinks himself fully inside me.
“Stop calling me a good girl and I’ll stop squeezing,” I shoot back. This relationship works so well because Nathan fucking loves praising me, and I love being praised. He’s gentle with me at first, slow, deep strokes that have my toes curling, but then his hand moves from my thigh, and he pairs harder thrusts with his thumb on my clit. “You’re too good at this.” I gasp, reaching out to try to touch him, but he’s too far out of my reach.
He guides my legs from his shoulders to his hips and tugs me up, carrying me over to my bedroom door, pressing me into it. “That better? You can reach me now.” He smiles, kissing and nibbling along my jawline.
I cling to him, using every last shred of energy as my body takes him over and over. The building starts in my stomach, intensifying as Nate moans and whispers praise after praise next to my ear, and my nails sink into the strained muscles of his back. His thrusts get rougher and his hands tighten on the back of my thighs. And when it can’t get any tighter, the coil in my stomach bursts, sending every nerve in my body into chaos. A few more powerful thrusts and he’s right there with me, grunting a string of undecipherable curse words into the base of my throat. “God, I love you.”
I brush the hair sticking to my damp forehead away and cup his face between my hands. “Uh-huh,” I say with a shaky breath. “I love you too.”
FORTY-EIGHT | NATHAN
The only badthing about having the best night’s sleep of your life is eventually, you have to wake up.
It’s peaceful here in the mornings, unlike the stomping up and down the stairs that happens in my house. Not to mention the arguing over who used the last of the coffee. Stassie stirs in my arms when her alarm starts blaring, grunting and grumbling when it doesn’t spontaneously stop, then cursing under her breath as she feels around for her phone.
I got skilled at pretending to be asleep—otherwise known as stealth mode—when we lived together. A few nights apart has made me sloppy, though, because when she calls her screeching phone afucknuggetI can’t help but laugh.
“Keep laughing, Hawkins, see what happens,” she says between a yawn and an aggressive slap at her phone screen.
“Come here, grumpy girl.” I smile, pulling her body back to mine. “How are you feeling? Can I do anything to help you feel ready?”
She rolls on top of me, resting her face against her hands on my chest. “Will you skate for me? I’ll go back to sleep, and you can text me how it goes.”
“I mean, I can try to bribe the judges, but I’m not sure your little stretchy body thing would fit me if you want me to skate.”