by Piper James
“Why are you still here, Nate?” I asked, shoveling a bite of scrambled eggs into my mouth.
Damn, these are good, I thought, then frowned. Of course, he’s a good cook. Is there anything he can’t do?
“You don’t like them?” he asked, misinterpreting my frown.
“No, they’re really good,” I said. “Please answer my question.”
“I told you, I wanted to talk to you about something. Eat first. Then we’ll talk.”
“Bossy,” I mumbled, taking a sip of coffee.
“You don’t know the half of it,” he chuckled, sitting down next to me with his own plate.
We ate in silence, and when we were done, he took both our plates to the sink and washed them. My heart fluttered in my chest, and I silently ordered that hussy to stand down. The fact that he cooks and cleans is of no consequence to me.
I wandered into the living room and slumped onto the couch. My breath hitched as images of me straddling Nate in this very spot flashed through my mind. He’d felt so good. He’d tasted divine.
And he’d rejected my advances. He’d rejected me.
I startled as he plopped down beside me, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and spreading his legs wide. I leaned away from him, refusing to meet his gaze as I tried—and failed—to scrub those memories from my brain.
“I want you, Ivy,” he said without preamble.
“What?” I asked, my mouth falling open with shock.
He took a deep breath and met my gaze. “I came to find you last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About that kiss in my shop.”
“But…you turned me down last night,” I said, my voice no higher than a whisper. “You didn’t want me.”
“No, Ivy,” he said, his expression sincere. “I only said no because you were drunk, and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. Turning you down was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I wanted you so badly, it was literally painful.”
To emphasize his point, he reached down and adjusted the bulge in his jeans. My eyes widened even further as I stared at it, his obvious erection straining against the denim.
“This is what you do to me, Ivy.”
“But…we hate each other,” I said, my words fast and furious. “We’re just pretending. For the bargain.”
“I assure you, this is not some pretense,” he said, rubbing his hand over his package again, and my throat went dry. “I want to add an addendum to our deal.”
“What do you mean?” I croaked.
“I want to lick and bite every inch of your body. I want to bury my cock inside you, to pump in and out until you scream your release.”
Fuck.
I was panting for breath, my nipples tingling with need. My core clenched, soaking my underwear as his blue eyes held my gaze captive.
“The things you said and did last night… Ivy, I wanted nothing more than to bend you over this couch and sink into you. Never doubt that. But I couldn’t. Not when you were wasted.”
My heart was pounding, the blood whooshing through my ears as his words washed over me. Confusion and fear warred with lust inside me. Was he being serious?
He looked like he was being serious.
“I thought we could give in to it one time,” he continued, his voice soft, yet urgent. “That we could get it out of our systems.”
One time? Get it out of our systems?
I tried to muster up some anger. I should have been lashing out at him, declaring that I was not some cheap date he could use and toss away. But I didn’t feel angry.
I felt…excited. Maybe Nate was right. Maybe sleeping together would ease some of the tension between us. I couldn’t lie to myself. I wanted him. And as long as I went into it knowing nothing would come of it…
“Okay,” I breathed before I could stop myself. “One time.”
His smile was brilliant as he reached for my hand. Grasping it and jerking me forward, he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him like I’d done the night before, and his fingers reached up to release my hair from its bun. Twisting his fingers around the strands, he pulled me toward him for a kiss.
His mouth was hot and all-consuming, and every doubt I’d had disintegrated as his tongue brushed against mine. All I knew was heat and pleasure as his fingers squeezed my hips and guided them in a steady, undulating rhythm.
“Just like that,” he whispered, encouraging me to keep moving as he released his grip and slid his hands under the hem of my hoodie. I wasn’t wearing anything beneath it, and a low growl vibrated from him as his hands explored my naked flesh.
He broke off our kiss to whip the garment over my head and toss it aside. His eyes widened, his hands moving to cup my breasts with near-reverence. My eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his palms brushing over my nipples, and I stopped moving, intent on memorizing his touch.
“Look at me, Ivy,” he said, and my eyes popped open. “I want you to see me touch you. I want you to see what it does to me.”
Holy fuck.
“Nate,” I whispered as a fresh wave of heat rolled inside me.
“God, I love it when you moan my name. Say it again.”
“Nate,” I groaned louder as his fingertips plucked at my nipples.
“So beautiful,” he said, his head dipping forward as his tongue darted out to flick one rosy peak before blowing air against it.
I shivered and started moving against him again, my need ratcheting up several more notches. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, making me squirm.
“Nate, please,” I whispered.
With a growl, he wrapped his arms around me and stood up. With his hands kneading my ass, he kissed me with a hunger I’d never experienced before and carried me to my bedroom. Setting me on my feet, he put a little space between us. Before I could protest, he dipped his fingers below the elastic waistband of my sweat pants and pulled them down over my hips, slowly.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling the material down inch by inch, kissing each knew patch of bare skin he revealed, until they were on the floor. I stepped out of them, and he threw them aside before starting the process all over again with my underwear.
Once I was completely bared to him, he paused for a moment, letting his eyes rove over me. His expression filled with something that looked like wonder before he grasped my hips and pulled me forward. He kissed my abdomen as one hand slid down my leg to my ankle. Wrapping his long fingers around it, he lifted my leg and slipped it over his shoulder.
He inhaled deeply, exhaling on a low groan before pressing his mouth against my pussy. His arms gripped my legs, keeping me steady as my fingers clenched in his dark hair, holding on for dear life.
Nate’s tongue was pure sorcery, eliciting a series of moans that got progressively louder and louder. The tip would flick against my clit before swirling around it. He licked and sucked, and my legs started to shake as need spiked inside me.
Unhooking my leg from his shoulder, Nate climbed to his feet and whipped his shirt over his head. My mouth filled with saliva as my hand reached to touch him.
He grabbed my hand before it reached its destination, saying, “Not yet.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and my eyes widened, anticipation filling me as I waited to get my first look at his cock. But he only stripped off the pants, leaving his left-very-little-to-the-imagination boxer briefs firmly in place.
“Nate,” I begged. For what, I wasn’t sure.
“Turn around,” he said.
My stubborn streak and previous penchant for arguing with everything he said wanted to ignore the order, but something in his voice, in his eyes, made me quick to obey. I turned my back to him, my excitement ramping up a few notches.
Who knew I’d be into this aggressive, bossy kind of thing?
Nate’s bare chest came up against my back, his hands snaking around to knead my breasts as he walked me toward the bed. Once there, one hand slid down to cup my pussy wh
ile the other planted in the middle of my back, pushing until I was bent at the waist, my ass in the air.
His body heat left me, and I only had a second to wonder what he was doing before his tongue licked up and down my slit. My yelp of surprise quickly turned into a long moan. Fuck, it felt good.
I felt his fingers on my clit, rubbing gentle circles before his tongue pushed inside me. The world exploded, my orgasm coming unexpectedly fast and hard as I screamed his name. He fucked me with his tongue as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me.
I slumped against the mattress, a boneless mess of goo as Nate kissed his way over my ass cheeks and up my spine. My body refused to obey my brain and move, so I just groaned with pleasure as his lips and tongue carved a hot path over my body.
Something hot and hard pressed against my opening, and I stiffened, realizing Nate must’ve shed his underwear at some point.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, obviously feeling my suddenly rigid posture beneath him.
“Yeah,” I whispered back, glancing over my shoulder to meet his eyes. “I just want to see you.”
His lips turned up as he straightened, lifting his weight from me so I could push up and stand before him.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured, my eyes devouring every inch of him.
He was fucking perfect. In every way. And for today, he was mine.
19
Nate
Holy fuck.
That’s what she said when she got her first look at me naked. I’d always been a little cocky about my body, knowing women found it attractive. It wasn’t my best quality, that cockiness, but when every female who saw me naked had the same hungry reaction…it had gone to my head, a little.
But those two words hissing from Ivy’s lips affected me in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Instead of feeling self-assured and cocky, a new sensation rose up inside me. It was primal and possessive, and may as well have been chanting the word mine to a constant, heavy beat.
Ivy moved forward slowly, as if approaching a wild animal—which, maybe, I was. She pressed her hands against my shoulders before her palms glided downward, exploring every inch of my chest. I gritted my teeth against the urge to throw her on the bed and fuck her hard and fast. If she wanted to touch me, I wasn’t going to stop her. No matter how loudly my cock complained.
Her fingertips danced over my abs, tickling me in the best way before she leaned forward to kiss me. Her tongue delved into my mouth, brushing against mine hungrily as her fingers continued their downward path. I hissed into her mouth as her hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing it lightly.
She moaned like the act of touching it pleasured her as much as it did me. That’s when I lost my tenuous grip on my control.
“Ivy,” I growled, breaking off our kiss, “I need to fuck you right now.”
Her eyes flared with need, and I groaned as I pushed her away from me. Grabbing one of the condoms from the pocket of my discarded jeans, I watched Ivy as I ripped open the wrapper with my teeth and rolled it on slowly.
“How do you want it?” I asked, fighting the urge to shove her face down against the bed and take her from behind. “Tell me what you like so I can give it to you, Ivy.”
I’d never felt this kind of need before, and I could barely stand still as I waited for her to answer. I’d always been methodical in my seduction, so detached, but something about having Ivy Anderson in front of me naked, with the taste of her still on my lips, made a beast I never knew was inside me emerge to the surface.
I wanted to mark her. To stake my claim.
Before I could explore those dangerous thoughts further, Ivy moved, turning her back to me before bending over and planting her hands on the mattress. She looked back at me over her shoulder, and her eyes begged me to take her. Now.
I strode forward, slipping my hands between her thighs and urging them apart. Then I slid a fingertip down her slit to her clit, rubbing a few circles before gliding back up and slipping a finger inside. She was so hot, so wet, I groaned with pleasure before pulling out and pushing a second finger back in with it.
Ivy was panting in time with my movements, her pussy filling with even more moisture as I pumped my fingers in and out. I wrapped her blonde hair around my fist, using it to turn her head to the side as I pulled my fingers from her pussy so she could watch me shove them into my mouth.
“Please, Nate,” she groaned as I lined up my cock with her entrance.
I slid inside her, my legs trembling slightly as her inner walls clenched around my dick, squeezing me in the most delicious way. I released her hair and dug my fingers into her hips, holding her still as I pulled out slowly. My hips bucked forward, slamming back into her even deeper than before. Ivy yelled something unintelligible, and I rotated my hips before repeating the whole thing.
Out slowly. Ramming back in.
“Nate,” she said, and her pleading tone was my undoing.
I lost all sense of rhythm and control, pumping harder and faster until I felt my own orgasm building. Leaning over her back, I slid one hand up to her breast while the other found her clit. She bucked beneath me, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock as she yelled her release.
My whole body stiffened, and I slammed into her one last time. I growled her name as I came, my arms looping around her in a tight embrace. The room was silent save for our harsh breaths, and I felt a sort of peace I’d never experienced before.
Ivy shifted beneath me, and I straightened, pulling her upright with me with her back against my chest. I lightly kissed her shoulder before flipping her hair off her neck and pressing my mouth there.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, and a tremor ran through her as my breath tickled her skin.
She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “magic dick,” and I chuckled. Turning her in my arms, I hugged her tightly, reveling in the feel of her naked breasts against my bare chest. My hands slid down to grab fistfuls of her ass, kneading the flesh. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head down for a kiss.
I broke off the kiss and met Ivy’s stare. “Lay down on the bed. On your stomach.”
Her eyes widened, but not with fear. No, those blue orbs were filled with nothing but excitement and expectation. As she followed my command, I slipped into her bathroom to toss the condom. I grabbed a bottle of lotion I found on the countertop and took it back to the bed with me.
I climbed onto the mattress and straddled her thighs before squirting some lotion into my hands and rubbing them together to warm it. She didn’t move or question what I was doing…she just lay there, her body tense with anticipation.
Applying a decent amount of pressure, I ran my hands up her back from the base of her spine to her shoulders before retracing the same path downward. A quiet moan vibrated from Ivy, and her body melted into the mattress.
It was likely she’d expected something a little kinkier, and my mouth curved up into a grin. Ivy had always acted the ice queen when dealing with me, but she obviously had a dirty side she kept hidden.
And I liked it.
I liked it a fucking lot.
After I’d massaged the tension out of Ivy’s back, arms, and legs, I stretched out beside her on the bed. She rolled onto her side, and I slipped my arm under her head and pulled her close. She rested her cheek on my shoulder and pressed a palm over my heart.
We lay there silent for a few minutes before her fingers began stroking my skin. I forced myself to remain unmoving while her fingertips danced over my pecs, swirling around my nipples. Then they tiptoed across my stomach to explore my abs.
My cock hardened as she moved lower and lower. She sat up, and her gaze locked on mine as her hand slipped down to grasp my erection. She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, biting it lightly as her hand stroked up and down the length of me.
I wanted to suck that lip into my own mouth, but when I tried to pull her toward me, she wiggled out of my grasp and moved lower on the bed. Before I could object
or try to pull her back, her tongue was on my cock, licking upward from the base before swirling around the tip.
My head dropped back to the pillow as I groaned with pleasure. The sound must’ve encouraged her, because she sucked the length into her warm mouth. My hands fisted the blanket beneath me, my breath whooshing through clenched teeth as my heart raced.
Ivy’s fingers squeezed as her head bobbed up and down, her lips and tongue stoking the fire inside me. She hummed with pleasure, and I almost came at the sound of it.
Instead, I sat up and gently pulled her away from me, ignoring the pout on her lips. Grabbing an extra condom I’d dropped to the nightstand, I made short work of rolling it on before yanking her onto my lap. Her legs parted, her knees pressing into the mattress as she straddled me.
I kissed her hungrily, my tongue delving into her mouth as her hand slipped between us to guide my cock toward her entrance. It slipped inside easily, and I growled at how wet she was. From sucking me.
She started to move, rolling her hips as she rode me. My mouth moved down to her neck, lapping hungrily without conscious thought.
Ivy moved faster, her pussy tightening around me as she chanted my name. Nate. Nate. Nate. Over and over until she stilled, her inner walls clenching down hard as she came. The sensation of her pussy tightening around my cock, squeezing it deliciously, sent me over the edge. I came with a groan of satisfaction, and every bone and muscle in my body melted.
I fell back, my head landing on a pillow as my arms held Ivy captive against my chest. My fingers traced soft circles on her back as her heartbeat pounded into me. It gradually slowed, and I knew I needed to excuse myself to get rid of the condom still encasing my dick, but I couldn’t bring myself to disturb the peaceful serenity of the moment.
Within minutes, Ivy was obviously asleep. Very slowly and gentle enough not to wake her, I lifted my hip and rolled until we were lying on our sides, still chest to chest. I ripped the latex sheathe from my cock with a sigh of relief and tossed it to the floor.
