Tempting(34)

“Good,” he said, planting a kiss on my shoulder. His hands moved from my waist, under my shirt, over my stomach, until his palms covered the cups of my bra. He squeezed roughly, causing me to cry out from the second sharp bite of pleasure. I pushed my hips back, feeling his erection against my ass.

He tugged my tank up and threw it behind him before spinning me around, my back now to the door. His hands once again covered my breasts, his fingers wrapping around the curve of the bra and yanking it down. My breasts spilled out of the top, my nipples pointed and aching for his attention.

With a smile curving his full lips, he rolled my nipples between his fingers, scraping the ends of his thumbs against the tips. When he lowered his mouth, he made sure to keep eye contact with me the entire time, sucking one breast into his mouth as he pinched my other nipple with his fingers, twisting just enough to give me another taste of that pleasant kind of pain.

“I like this,” he murmured, his eyes still on mine but his lips now on my nipple ring. Watching his cheeks hollow as he sucked my breast into his mouth in the broad daylight made the pulse heavy in between my legs, an ache blooming there. It felt illicit, to be so exposed with a shaft of light from the window slicing across my body.

His mouth moved down the center of my chest, teeth scraping my ribs, tongue dipping into my belly button. He hooked his fingers into the top of my jeans, running them back and forth over my skin.

I heard the snap of the button on my jeans a half second before his hand dove down, fingers cupping me and squeezing over my panties.

“Shiiiiiiit,” I hissed, bucking against his hand.

“You’re fucking wet.” His fingers dug against the cotton, touching me intimately with them as a barrier. With his free hand, he unzipped the front of my jeans and tugged the back of them down over my ass.

He ran his hand over the back of my panties before gripping my ass in his hand and squeezing—hard enough to bruise. Letting go of my ass, he turned me around but kept his hand on my pussy, fingers stroking just outside of where I wanted him, over and around my lips, but not in between them.

I felt him tug my underwear down from behind, joining my jeans at my knees. His face was so close to my ass that I wanted to turn around, to see what he was doing. But just as I was about to look, two things happened in quick succession: his hand came down and slapped one cheek hard, and a second later he pushed two fingers inside of me, pressing his thumb against my clit.

A mangled noise tore from my throat as I tried to catch up with the shock and shudder that hit me simultaneously. His fingers thrust into me twice before pulling out so slowly that I thought I would break down in sobs. Just when I felt his fingers pull all the way out, he circled my entrance once before thrusting again, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles over my clit. I was so fucking turned on that I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come all over his hand.

“Nathan,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to the cold door. “I’m close.”

“Good.” It came out as a grunt just as he whipped me back around, so I faced him again. He dove his hand into my hair and pulled the strands just as he removed his fingers to thrust them again. I squirmed, trying to hump his hand in my need to get off.

It continued on and on, Nathan alternating between tugging my hair, biting my lip, slapping my ass, and pinching my nipple right before each rough thrust.

I was spiraling upward, straining for release. I was panting, riding his hand closer and closer to the finish. Finally, his fingers curled inside of me as he pressed hard against my clit and I shouted something unintelligible before crumpling against the door.

My legs shook and my breaths came erratically. “Thank you,” I whispered, unthinking. I hadn’t known how badly I’d needed that release until the moment Nathan picked me up because my legs were too wobbly to hold myself up.

I barely registered him carrying me to the kitchen, only coming to my senses once he’d plopped me onto the counter, the cold surface a startling contrast to my warmed ass. My jeans and panties were scrunched around my knees and my tits hung out over my bra, and Nathan was still completely dressed. I kicked my jeans and panties off, letting them plop on the floor, out of our way.

Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra, noted his eyes tracing the full curves of my breasts. “You’re a little overdressed for this party,” I said, feeling my heart rate start to subside. Reaching forward, I clasped my hands on his shirt and started undoing the buttons, one by one. I deliberately took my time unbuttoning his shirt, teasing him as he’d teased me. But by the third button, his hand covered mine.

“I can’t go slowly,” he said. It was only then that I took in his appearance, blue eyes engulfed in need, tick in his jaw. I knew that if I put my hand on his dick, he’d come undone.