Nathan lifts under my arms to pull me to my feet, tugging at the strap of my dress. “This needs to come off.”
“Who’s the bossy one now?” I spin on the spot so he can pull down the zip. His lips drop to my shoulder, kissing me all over while he pulls down the straps, and the material falls to my feet.
My entire body feels like it’s filled with frantic, untamed energy. He’s being so controlled and slow, purposely torturing me, dragging out the inevitable pleasure. When his hand palms my breasts from behind and his fingers roll my nipples, my ass instinctively rubs against him.
“Ask me nicely,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ll fuck you so good.”
The more Nate tells me to ask nicely, the closer I get to telling him to fuck himself. I brush his hands off from where they’re exploring my body and crawl into the middle of the bed, propping myself up on the cushions. His knee drops onto the bed to follow, but I press against his chest with my foot to stop him from getting any farther. “Stand at the end of the bed.”
He looks confused but curious, eyes narrowing as he walks to the end of the bed. My fingers slip below the material of my panties, shimmying them down my legs.
His eyes widen when he realizes what I’m doing, and he leans forward to grip the bed frame. I spread my legs as wide as they’ll go, giving him the perfect view of how dripping wet my pussy is, that way, he’ll have no problem watching me plunge two fingers into myself. “Mhmm, Nathan…”
The slick, wet sound is the only noise in the room, other than my cries and moans and the occasionalJesus Christfrom him.
His dick is already hard again, protruding proudly from his pelvis with cum glistening on the end. I take turns circling my fingers against my swollen clit and pumping them in and out of me while Nate looks like he’s combusting.
I think it’s the moaning of his name that’s doing it and how my back arches and I grind into my hand. “Ask nicely,” I tease. “And I’ll let you fuck me.”
“You’re an evil woman,” he grumbles, hand rubbing over his face. “Let me make you feel good, Stas.”
He moves to the drawer and pulls out a condom, tearing the packet and rolling it onto himself. Crawling slowly toward me, he settles between my thighs and reaches for a spare pillow, instructing me to lift my hips so he can put it under the bottom of my back.
I can’t concentrate on what I’m supposed to be doing to myself because he’s on his knees between my legs, body looking like it’s been sculpted by the actual gods and a thick, long, hard dick. “Do you want me to fuck you, Anastasia?”
“Yes.” Yes, I do.
Nathan leans his body over mine, one arm supporting his body and the other gently cradling my head. I reach between us, rub the head over my clit, making us both shudder, and line him up.
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs, affectionately nudging his nose against mine.
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, immediately running my tongue over the same spot. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you hate me.”
SIXTEEN | NATHAN
Isthis going to be what happens every time I get her alone in my room?
I mean, I’m good with that, but it feels too good to be true. I’ve been thinking how it’d feel to have Stassie naked beneath me for weeks.
I thought about what it’d be like to fuck her when she called merich kid hockey starand proceeded to tell me how much she didn’t give a shit about hockey.
I should have known the trouble that was coming my way then.
I have no idea how I will make it out of this alive because my imagination hasn’t done her justice, not even a little bit. I’d say she’s going to ruin all other women for me, but I don’t think about anyone but her.
As soon as Summer stepped in front of me, I knew Anastasia would be unhappy. She rightfully called me out for being jealous in the past, so when the opportunity to give her a dose of her own medicine, without actually rejecting her, landed in my lap, I couldn’t turn it down.
I know what it looked like from the kitchen. I watched all their faces sink into horror. The guys know how long I’ve been after Summer, but for the first time, I wasn’t interested. Yeah, I was shocked too. I got her some tampons from the box of shit under Henry’s sink and sent her back downstairs.
I was expecting Anastasia to hold out longer. Summer would have only just reached the bottom of the stairs before she was storming up them.
Maybe she didn’t like Rothwell as much as she likes me, and she does like me, even when she says she doesn’t.
It’s ideal she was here the whole time. Now I can keep her up here all night and fuck the jealousy out of her. I affectionately nudge my nose against hers. “I’ll be gentle.”
Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, catching me off guard, her tongue sweeping over the same area. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you hate me.”
Jesus Christ. “I’m not going to act like I hate you, Anastasia.”