by Marian Tee
“Nathan…” It was a moan of surrender, and they both knew it.
Releasing her hands, he muttered against her lips, “Help me get rid of my clothes.”
She could only whimper in response, the sound cut halfway as he kissed her again, harder and deeper, deliberately fanning the already scorching passion between them. She kissed him back just as hard, and he growled into their kiss.
His hands moved down, squeezing her large breasts hard, and she jerked against his body. A second later, her hands began to move as well, wildly, feverishly tearing his clothes off. He helped her with the job, their movements punctuated by pants and groans as they tried to steal kisses and bites of each other.
Her teeth sinking into his shoulder the moment he shrugged his shirt off---
His mouth capturing her nipple as she wrestled with his belt---
Their fingers twining and unclasping as their hands bumped into each other while they worked his pants off his legs---
Finally, he was able to kick the last piece of his clothing off the bed, and when he returned to her, his naked body weighing down on hers, she shuddered powerfully just as he stiffened against her. It was their first time to feel each other’s naked bodies, and it felt too damn good.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said hoarsely.
“I don’t think I need you to,” she muttered.
He laughed as she grimaced, and then they were kissing again, and this time they knew there was no turning back. He had promised, and he would keep it. He would fuck her, and she would enjoy it.
Alyx clutched his hair tightly as he sucked on her nipple hungrily, one at a time, and her body arched off the bed when he bit one nipple. She moaned in protest as his head moved down, and her legs tensed for just a moment before relaxing and parting willingly as he breathed over her pussy.
He began to lick her, and she moaned again, her hands falling from his head. He began to eat her pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her, and she screamed. He watched her break apart, her head tossing and turning over the pillow while her fists helplessly clutched at the sheets.
He raised his head, and with his fingers replacing his tongue to keep her pussy busy, he moved his attention to her clit. He flicked his tongue against it, and the sensitive nub swelled and shook just as Alyx moaned.
“Oh God, Nathan…”
Bending his head back down, he sucked on her clit, and she screamed.
As she started to come, he moved back up and locking his gaze with her, he said hoarsely, “I’m going to take you now, sweetheart.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, knowing that the surprise would help lessen the pain. His cock slid into her in one firm, seamless movement, tearing past her hymen in one stroke.
“Nathan!” Her arms went around him, her nails digging into his back.
He held her tightly to him, doing his best not to move as he felt her body struggling to accommodate him. His harsh breathing filled the room while Alyx’s eyes remained squeezed shut.
And then slowly they opened---
“Move.”
He grinned. Her voice was a little softer and weaker than usual, but she was also still bossy as ever, and damn if he didn’t want her more for it. “As you command, sweetheart.” His hands slid under her, and as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass, he pulled out---
She gasped.
His cock thrust back in, and Nathan saw her eyes roll back.
He fucked her slowly and leisurely at first, but when her hips began to move and meet his thrusts, he let go of himself completely, allowing animal instincts to take over and sweep both of them away.
He rammed into her, harder and faster, and Alyx’s fists began pounding his back, his name tumbling out of her mouth with every thrust. “Nathan. Nathan. Oh God, Nathan.”
She made him feel like a damn sex god with the way she breathed, moaned, and whimpered his name, and he shuddered as he felt his balls tightening.
Her legs suddenly wrapped around his waist, and she arched against him like she was trying to reach heaven. “Nathaaaaaaaan, please----”
Fuck. His control snapped, and he kissed her hard just as he shoved his cock into her one last time, as deep as he could go---
She came again, screaming his name, and this time he came with her, his cock unloading a massive amount of cum inside her. But still he didn’t stop hammering into her, Nathan wanting to prolong the sweet agony. It was like dying, and it felt so damn good---
Alyx held on to him helplessly as he hammered into her, over and over until she was full of his cum and it began to leak down her thighs.
He reversed their positions with a roll over the bed, this time Nathan lying on his back while Alyx rested atop him, his half-erect cock still lodged firmly inside of her. The euphoria of sex took a while to fade, and throughout it Nathan kept Alyx close, gently stroking her back.
She snuggled closer to him, mumbling drowsily.
Nathan’s lips compressed again. Those words sounded awfully close to “my pillbox.”
The next time she stirred, it was because Nathan lowered both of them into her tub, which was already filled with deliciously hot water. It was a tight squeeze, but Nathan managed to make it work, with Alyx half-lying on his lap.
He began to soap her clean, and she mumbled in protest but appeared too tired to push his hand away. All he really did mean to do was clean her, but by the time he was done, he knew it was impossible. He turned her around on his lap to face him, and as their eyes met he pulled her down, impaling her with his cock.
She gasped, her eyes flying open.
He smiled at her lazily, murmuring, “Get to it, sweetheart.”
“Asshole.” She splashed water on him, and the infectious sound of her giggle had him chuckling. But then her hands settled on his shoulders---
The sound of their mirth faded as she began to move.
Ah, the way she moved.
She was like a goddess, her movements naturally sinuous, and he leaned back against the tub with a groan, letting her do her best to drive him wild. She rode him slow, rode him fast, tempted him with the sway of her breasts, but just as he tried drawing one sweet nipple into his mouth she let out a low, husky laugh before pushing him away.
“Not yet.”
She drew him deeper and deeper into her, getting Nathan to move his hips so he could thrust up into her all the way to her womb. Their sounds of pleasure rebounded all over her bathroom, and she leaned towards him, her jiggling breasts practically smashing against his face---
He cupped her breasts this time, squeezing them hard, and she didn’t stop him. He sucked on one nipple, devouring it with his mouth, and she moaned, pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth even as she continued riding him.
When he released her nipple, their mouths fused automatically. At the same time, he reached between their bodies, stroking her clit---
She gasped, but he didn’t let go, didn’t stop---
They came at the same time, Alyx gasping his name while he growled hers out.
When he finally got them back to bed, he still wanted her like hell but Nathan managed to keep his passion in check, knowing how much Alyx’s body would be hurting the next day. Pulling her close to him under the covers, her back against his chest, he kissed her hair, murmuring, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Several beats passed before Alyx said in a low, grudging voice, “Thanks, too.”
Militant as ever, Nathan thought in amusement, and he had a feeling she would always be so between them.
Moments later, he heard her murmur his name, startling him. “I thought you were asleep, sweetheart.”
She turned to him in the circle of his arms. “I can’t sleep.”
Ah. He smiled down at her, murmuring soothingly, “It’s okay. That’s normal.”
“It is?”
“You just had sex with me. I’ve heard it’s a mind-blowing experience---”
“Jerk!” She punched his shoulder, and as always, it w
as more than hard enough to have him grunting.
“Tell me about your day,” she whispered.
“Nothing much happened.” He didn’t even have to think about it, the lie slipping past his lips without a moment’s hesitation.
She made a face. “Is this another one of your ploys to stay mysterious?”
“Ah, sweetheart. I knew you weren’t just a beautiful, dumb bimbo---” She tried punching him in the face this time, and he laughed, managing to catch her fist before it could break his nose.
“Are you hiding something from me?” she demanded. “Is that why you’re insisting on all this ‘Mr. Mysterious’ crap?”
“I’m neither married nor divorced, and I don’t have a mistress hidden in any part of the world.” He paused then asked wickedly, “That is what you’re worried about, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
Nathan only chuckled, but when she tried leaving the bed, he hauled her back to him, saying, “Forgive me, sweetheart. It’s just been so long since I last saw you mad.” He kissed her hair, murmuring, “You know how much it turns me on.”
“Ha.” But she wasn’t trying to move away now.
Hoping to keep her in a good mood this time, he changed the subject and asked her about her day.
“Ah. Well.”
His brows pleated. Alyx at a loss for words was unusual, and he made her face him, murmuring, “Perhaps you’re the one trying to hide something, sweetheart.”
“Huh? No!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not,” she insisted. “I’m just not breaking my neck to tell you stuff either.”
He simply stayed silent, knowing she would get to it sooner or later.
“I went to Nik,” she blurted out.
Nathan stiffened.
“Say something,” she urged at the face of his continued silence.
He would…if he could figure out what to say. Right now, the only thing Nathan was certain of was that he despised the sound of the other man’s name on her lips. Even knowing that the man had done nothing to deserve his wrath, even knowing that the man was happily married to someone else and hadn’t done anything to seduce Alyx---
Nathan didn’t give a damn about any of those.
All he knew was that he only wanted Alyx to say one man’s name, and that was his.
“Nathan?”
“Why did you go to him?” he finally made himself ask.
“Because…I wanted to say sorry.” Her voice was jerky. “I wanted to let him know it’s okay now.”
Nathan stilled.
“And he forgave me. He didn’t even make it hard, and if he had chosen not to forgive me, I would’ve understood because---” Alyx swallowed. “He never asked for it. He never wanted me to feel that way about him.”
She looked up at him. “Before I left, I saw them together. I saw Nik and Daria together, Nathan and---” Her voice caught. “It didn’t hurt.”
Ah.
“It didn’t hurt, Nathan.”
He pulled her to him without answering.
It didn’t hurt.
And he remembered what she had asked of him---
I just want the pain to go away, okay? So you either fuck me or make me fall for you.
But she had stopped hurting before he had even made love to her.
Alyx
“Where the hell are you,” I yelled as soon as I jabbed the loudspeaker button on the screen of my iPhone. Two weeks had passed since the night I had lost my virginity to Nathan Fucking-Nowhere-to-be-Found Callis, and I was sad to report that I had transformed into what I had sworn never to become: a clingy, demanding, and totally irrational girlfriend who didn’t seem to know what to do with herself the moment her boyfriend was out of sight.
“Sweetheart---”
“Don’t you dare sweet talk me if you’re just going to give me excuses!” With one hand still holding the hot compress to my belly, I angrily paced the length of my living room even as I continued on with my admittedly unwarranted bitch rant. “Come here right this moment, asshole! I don’t care if you’ve promised to meet with the effing Queen of England! I want you here, now, naked, and you’re going to make me forget about my stupid PMS by masturbating in front of me, and afterwards you’re going to give me a bath and---”
“Alright, sweetheart.” As always, the former model’s lovely Greek-accented voice was annoyingly mild. And though I’d rather swallow a fistful of nails than admit it – especially now when even I knew I was being unreasonably horrible – I did find it sexier that he could always stay calm no matter how crazy I got.
“You’ve made yourself quite clear---” A pause. “To me, my godfather, and the rest of his board.”
My jaw dropped.
What…did…he…just…say?
A moment later, I heard his godfather drawl in a similarly amused tone, “It’s nice to hear from you again, Alyx.”
Fuck. Me.
Somebody please fuck me out of the shithole I had just gotten myself into!
“Hello, Uncle Geoff.” My voice came out a squeak, and I quickly cleared my throat. “Those things I said weren’t really true.” I silently banged my head against the concrete wall. “They’re actually lines from this book I’m reviewing---” I silently banged my head again. “And I thought I’d, you know, try them on Nathan to see if they’d sound realistic?” I banged my head one more time.
God, Alyx Marshall, why does Nathan always come out with the upper hand?
“Oh, it did,” the older man murmured in the same mild tone as Nathan’s. This one, however, had her cringing. “You think so, too, don’t you, Nathan?”
“Very realistic,” his damn godson agreed.
“Gentlemen?”
As the members of Geoffrey McAllister’s board hastened to agree with their CEO, Alyx rapped her head on the wall like a jackhammer. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
“Perhaps Alyx needs more of your help with her review, son,” she heard Geoffrey say. “We can handle it from here. See you at tomorrow night’s gala.”
Alyx heard Nathan murmur something too low for her to decipher. Several moments later, Nathan came back on the phone. “I’ll be with you in twenty minutes, sweetheart.” This time, he was no longer on loudspeaker, his voice coming to her more clearly.
“Don’t bother.” But the words came out a half-snarl, half-wail.
“Okay, okay.” Nathan’s tone was humorous. “I’ll do my best to get there sooner, even if it means getting a speeding ticket.”
“Nathan!” But the line already went dead, and I stared at my iPhone in a mixture of consternation and giddiness.
He was coming.
Despite me being such a bitch to him, he was coming---
But then my period chose that moment to act up, and the pleasure dimmed as the pain in my belly took over. I trudged back to bed, huddled under the covers, and squeezed my eyes shut.
Pain, pain, go away.
Come again another day.
I said the words over and over, just like a kid counting sheep in hopes of falling asleep, and the world started to fade but the pain continued to linger. Enough time must have passed – period pains always had me feeling delirious – because the next thing I knew, he was already there.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Nathan’s lips brushed against mine, and my eyes slowly flickered open as I felt him pull away. For one moment, I found myself dazzled, not by his good looks, which were admittedly blinding, but by the tenderness gleaming in his gray eyes.
It wasn’t right, I thought half in despair, half in bliss. Why did he never stop looking at me like that? No matter what I said or did, no matter how crazy and bitchy I was to him – why could he still look at me like I was precious?
Didn’t he know it would be harder to keep myself from loving him more when he was this…lovable?
He ran his knuckles over my cheek, and I was torn between biting his hand off and licking it like a damn puppy.
“Sorry I made you wait to
o long,” Nathan said softly.
“It’s okay,” I mumbled, uncomfortable with his apology because he really didn’t owe me one, and we both knew that.
“Still need that bath?”
“No.” I burrowed deeper into the covers.
“Then…the private show perhaps?”
I peeked out of the covers with a gasp. “You’d really do that?”
“If it’s what you want,” he answered simply.
I nodded vehemently. “I want.”
He chuckled.
“I really want.” And because I was shameless with things I wanted, I added feelingly, “Please.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
As he pulled away and slid back to his feet in one graceful movement, I groped for my phone, connected it to the Bluetooth speaker, and played Miguel’s cover of Crazy in Love for the 50 Shades Darker film.
In the act of reaching for his belt, Nathan threw his head back with a laugh, and my heart somersaulted behind my chest. That was too, too sexy, and I felt like I’d have given half of my life that moment if I could just wish away my period.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, and will you get on with it?” I worked hard to sound reprimanding even as I fought against the urge to smile. “You still have too much clothes---” My voice trailed off as he pulled his shirt from the back before whipping it over his head. A second later, and his gloriously naked and beautifully muscled chest were on full display.
His eyes locked with mine, and my throat dried.
Ooooooh…Gooooood.
His fingers went back to his belt, and I swallowed hard as it fell to the floor. He worked on his jeans next, then his briefs, and just like that---
He was naked.
He was completely naked, and I was completely aroused.
All thoughts of pain – every sensation that had nothing to do with the raw, earthy lust that had me in its claws – disappeared. I never thought this was possible. Yes, I had read about it in books, seen it portrayed in films, but I really thought they were faking it.
