“I just saw my mom yawning, so I think she's about to go back to her hotel,” he says. “Oh, hey Cara.”
“Nate…are you two…?” Cara asks, her eyes darting back and forth between us.
“We are,” I confirm, as Nate grins down at me. It does feel good to say it out loud.
“And you've already met his parents? Wow!”
“Yeah, we've met,” I reply a bit evasively, as Nate bites his lip to keep from laughing. I elbow him in the ribs. “We better go say goodbye to his mom.”
Sure enough, Eileen is shouldering her purse and looking around as we walk over.
“I hope I didn't take up too much of your time with Nate tonight,” I say as we walk up.
“Not at all. I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for you,” she says, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Will you join us for brunch tomorrow before I head back home?” I glance at Nate, who's looking at me encouragingly.
“I'd love to.”
“Great, I'll see you tomorrow then!” she says, giving Nate a hug before walking down the steps.
“Is it weird that I want to be friends with your mom?” I ask him as we watch her get into her car.
“Not weirder than sleeping with your stepbrother,” he murmurs wickedly in my ear. “You think you've had enough of this party?”
I shiver at the implication of his words. “I think so.” He nods over his shoulder toward the front door of the house and I follow him inside. The living room has several people in it now, but he continues up the steps and to his bedroom down the hall. “There isn't going to be another girl under your covers, is there?” I ask him teasingly as he opens the door.
He turns to me with a grin. “Only you now, Brynn.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me across the threshold, shutting the door behind me and then pressing me up against it. My body lights up with desire as his mouth covers mine and he pulls my arms over my head, keeping them pinned to the door with one hand over my wrists. I feel his other hand pulling up the hem of my summer dress as his legs push between mine. “Alright if this one's a little quick?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.
“I just want to feel you,” I breathe, arching my back and pressing my breasts onto his chest. With a grunt, he pulls away, reaching into his pocket. I pull my dress over my head as he yanks his zipper down and pushes his boxers and khakis to his knees, rolling the condom over his length. I barely manage to get my panties to the floor when he steps back into me, grabbing my ass and hoisting me up.
I moan as I feel his tip press against my opening. I must have tightened up a bit in the time we've spent apart because there's a shot of pain as he slides me down his shaft. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and lock my ankles just above his ass as he leans me back against the door.
“Oh fuck,” he murmurs as he reaches his depth inside me. He circles his hips, letting me feel him inside me at every angle before pulling back out again. I marvel at his strength as he's able to hold me in place and thrust in and out of me with almost no support from me. The pain is gone by just his third thrust, and pleasure begins to course through my veins. My toes curl and I run my hands through his hair, then lean forward and slide my tongue inside his mouth.
To my surprise, he steps away from the door, wrapping one arm around my back to keep me supported. He sinks down onto the edge of his bed so that I'm sitting on top of him. I unlock my ankles and move my legs so that I'm kneeling on the mattress. I rise up onto my knees as he leans back on his hands, getting used to the feeling of riding him. I reach my arms back, bringing my hands to the top of his thighs as I slide down him, feeling him stretching me open.
He's hitting me in all the right places and I begin to move faster and faster. I keep my eyes open, watching as his mouth drops open and his jaw clenches. I love seeing that I'm pushing him right to the edge even as an orgasm is quickly building inside of me. His hips begin to pick up off the bed, slamming into me as I sink down. The extra power is just what I need, and I feel myself explode on top of him just as he begins to cry out. I keep rising up and down as I come, feeling how slick I am inside. He pulls me tight against him, resting his head between my breasts, as we both take deep, gasping breaths.
But he's not done yet. I feel his hands creep up to my bra strap, unhooking it and sliding it down my arms. Even though I'm exhausted, I lean back and lift up my arms so he can slide it all the way off. He tosses it onto a nearby chair then sighs and runs his fingers down my neck, across my clavicle, then down my shoulders.
“I missed you,” he murmurs kissing me softly in the middle of my chest. I bend my head down and kiss his hairline, then reach down and tug at his shirt. He obediently lifts his arms up so I can slide it off.