Pulse - Part Four (The Pulse Series)

by Deborah Bladon

  "No," I scream the word into his mouth. "No more." I'd already come twice beneath his tongue and now all I wanted to do is feel him inside of me. I'd shown up on his doorstep and jumped into his arms without a word. Now, thirty minutes later, I'm sprawled out naked in his bed, my clothes littering a path down the hallway.

  "Fuck," he grunts as he pushes himself balls deep into my body. "I love fucking this sweet, little body."

  I slap him hard across the face and he stalls for just a second. "Goddamn it." The words escape his lips with a smile.

  "Don't say that about me again," I moan. "Don’t."

  "Christ, I'm so close." He's pumping harder now, thrusting himself into me. It's deeper and deeper with every stroke.

  "Slow down," I beg. "I want it to last."

  He slides his hand under my ass and effortlessly pulls us over in one swift movement so I'm now on top of him. "Fuck me, Jessica."

  I lean back and glide my body so his cock slides to its full depth over and over again. The sensation is painfully slow and agonizingly delicious. "Like that?"

  "Tell me you love this," he whispers.

  "No." I pull him from my body and grip his cock with my fist. I pull it across my clit before I push myself back onto it. "I won't tell you that."

  "Tell me how it feels when I'm fucking you."

  "You talk too much," I whimper as I feel myself reaching the edge again. "Shut up."

  "How can you ever fuck another man?" He circles his hips off the bed and the sensation pulls at my core. He knows exactly how to make me come. He knows exactly what my body craves. He's the only man who has ever done that. "You'll never feel like this with anyone else."

  "I came here just for this." I close my eyes, warding off all of the emotions I'm feeling. We're so connected like this. When he's inside of me, nothing else in the universe matters.

  "You came here because you need me." He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his cock.

  I can't help but moan loudly. My body betrays me when he's touching me. I can't hide the desire. It's palpable. He senses it because it screams his name the same way I do when I'm on the verge of coming hard. "I want to come." It's bold, direct and honest.

  "I'll make you come. Lean forward. I'm going to fuck you hard, Jessica."

  I plunge forward at the promise and slide my lips over his. I taste my sweetness on his tongue. "Do it," I challenge.

  He pulls on my ass as he sits up with me on his lap, his cock still buried within me. "Feel it." He bites my lip as he pushes up with his hips, slowly sliding his cock deeper and then pulling back until the head almost slides between my folds. The sensation is overwhelming. I can feel the edge of my orgasm right there.

  "Nathan." His name slides from my tongue into his mouth. "Nathan."

  "Take it sweet, Jessica." He rests his lips against mine as I come hard. "Take it."

  Chapter 16

  "That was a mistake." I get on my hands and knees to look for my stiletto. "Why did I come here?"

  "Stay right there and I'll nail you again in about a minute."

  I look up to the sight of him fully nude, his heavy, thick cock resting in his palm. "Are you actually jerking off right now?"

  "No." He shakes his head as he steps farther apart, making his frame that much more imposing. "I'm getting ready to fuck you again."

  "We can't do that again." There's absolutely no conviction in my tone. My eyes don't stray from his massive cock, which has now sprung right back to life.

  "Jessica." A heavy sigh escapes through his moist lips. "Look what you do to me."

  I lick my bottom lip as I cast my gaze from his face right back to his dick. "Nathan, we can't do it again."

  "Jesus, I'm so hard." He pulls his large hand over the head of his cock as I stare open-mouthed at it. "I can't get enough of you. I never will."

  I pull myself back to my knees. One more time can't hurt, can it? It won't matter if I take that big, beautiful cock between my lips now and slide my tongue over the wide head and…

  "Oh fuck, me." The words tumble from him as I slide my mouth over him in one single movement.

  I nod, before reaching up to cup his balls in one hand while I circle the thick root with the other. I feel my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation of his cock in my mouth again.

  "Jessica. Christ, please." His hands jump to my hair. I wince as he pulls hard on the strands, fisting them as I slide my mouth steadily up and down. "Suck it. You suck me so good."

  I rally back on my heels as I hear the words. "Yes," I whisper around the girth.

  "You want this," he challenges. "You've always wanted this."

  He's right. I can't argue with him. I want to feel him in my mouth and on my tongue. I want him to take pleasure from my body. I want him to feel everything I'm giving to him now.

  "I'm going to shoot my load down your throat. I'm going to fill you with it." He's pumping harder now, his cock touching the back of my throat with every thrust. I have to adjust my knees to give myself more traction. It's so much. It's too much. It's way too fucking good.

  "Jessica. That's it." His hands pull hard on my head, guiding it, adjusting it to take all of him in. "Suck it like that."

  I moan around the root as I feel his balls constrict in my hand. I brace myself. He's going to come. He's going to come for me now.

  "Fuck, yes. Fuck." The words are loud, clipped and breathless as he pumps everything he has into my body.

  Chapter 17

  "I can't come back here." I don't mean it. It's what I should say though, right? He's too controlling, too demanding, too manipulating and too appealing when he's standing naked in front of me.

  "Did you find your shoe?" He reaches his hand out to grasp mine. "I think it fell under the bed."

  I place my hand in his as he pulls me and my wayward shoe up. "It's here."

  He grabs it quickly and tosses it back under the bed. "You need to get back on your hands and knees and look for it."

  I cock a brow and look down at his once again erect cock. "How? Just how, Nathan?"

  "How what?" He pulls a smile across his delicious lips.

  "How can you be hard again already?" I kneel back down to retrieve my shoe yet again. "How many times in a row can you actually fuck a woman?"

  "Any other woman, once." He takes my shoe from me and kneels down. "You, endlessly."

  "Don't be charming." I rest my hand on the back of his head as he slides my foot into the shoe. "I can't be mad at you when you're charming."

  "Are you wet again?" His hands are on my thighs, pushing the hem of my shift dress up. "I want to taste you again before you leave."

  "Nathan, no." I push helplessly at his hands. "We can't."

  "Do you mean, no, Nathan stop and don't lick my beautiful body until I come?" He grazes his tongue over my thigh. "Or do you mean, Nathan, don't stop until I come over and over again from you licking me?"

  I close my eyes as my hands lace through his hair. "Nathan," I whisper. "Please."

  He moans loudly as his tongue traces hot over my panties before he pushes them aside and plunges his face into my wetness.

  ***

  "You're actually leaving this time?" The amusement skirting the edge of the question isn't lost on me.

  "I need to go." I take a few steps back to try and create a barrier between us. "Don't you have clothes you can put on?" I search the ground for the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing when I arrived.

  "I'll get dressed and I can go with you." He races towards his closet to pull out a pair of navy pants and a light blue dress shirt. "Formal, semi-formal? Where are we going?"

  "I'm going to look at places to live." I pull my hair back into a hastily thrown together ponytail. "You're staying here."

  He drops the clothes in his hands to the floor and bolts towards me. "Wait. You're doing what?"

  "I can't live with Rebecca anymore." I breathe in heavily as I continue, "I feel weird about it and she gives you status updates when I'm brushing
my teeth and eating a sandwich."

  "Only when you leave the crust behind," he jokes. "We're not doing that anymore. You don't have to move out of there."

  "I don't trust her," I say it with regret. I don't. Our relationship is on shaky ground right now and it's important to me that we salvage it. I can't do that if I'm living with her.

  "I think you should reconsider." His hand rests on my elbow. "She's a good friend."

  "A good friend wouldn’t have convinced me to sneak into your hotel room that night."

  "What do you mean?" His brow furrows. "She told you to go into my suite that night?"

  I can't place all the blame on her. "Not exactly," I qualify it. "She said something about you fucking every woman in the place and that made me want to go see if you still had the room."

  "Jessica." He pulls my head into his chest and cradles my body next to his. "You've got to get it through your head that I'm crazy about you."

  I nod against his skin, relishing in the smell of him and the feel of his strong, steely chest against me. As much as I doubt his sincerity, there's just something so raw and real about his words when he's telling me how much he cares for me.

  "I've fucked up your friendship." He pulls me back so he can look directly into my eyes. "Let me fix it. I can fix it."

  I reach to cradle his cheek in my hand. "I need to move out. I want to." I can't continue anything with Nathan if I live with Rebecca. I don't know how I can deal with the two of them in the same room together.

  "Move in here." He takes a step back and almost jumps up and down. "You can come live with me."

  "That's a horrible idea," I smirk. "Really, really horrible."

  "Why?"

  "Are you seriously asking me why it's a bad idea for me to live here?" How is he a lawyer when he can't understand something this simple? Does he not understand that I don't trust him at all?

  "I love you. You should live with me." The words are thoughtful and direct but they bite right into me like a rabid dog.

  "I don't trust you," I say boldly. "I don't trust anything you say to me."

  "What?" His hands jump to his chest as if I've thrown a dagger into his heart. "You don't trust me?"

  I want to reach out and shake him. Maybe he's missing the common sense gene. That would explain a lot about him. "No, I don't." Why beat around the bush? I don't trust him. I see no reason to skirt around the issue.

  "You came over here today," he says hoarsely. "We made love."

  I have to take a step back when I hear the words. He's never, once, ever said that we make love. "We made love?" I parrot back to him.

  "Do you fucking have short term memory loss, Jessica?" He points to the bed. "We've spent the past three hours naked together."

  "We fucked." The word sounds harsh. "We just fucked, that's all."

  He stalls and his eyes scan my face. "It meant nothing but a fuck to you?" His eyes squint and move past my face to the wall behind me. He's grabbing tightly to his chest as if he's holding back something.

  "That's all it was." I shrug my shoulder. "I was horny. I wanted you to fuck me. Nothing else has changed."

  Chapter 18

  "Maybe you should just reconsider, Jess." Bryce is sitting on the edge of my bed, his heels resting on one of the many cardboard boxes that are now cluttering my space. "You've been looking for more than a week now. There's nothing out there."

  "There are places," I correct him as I rest my head on my pillow. "They're all just out of my price range."

  "I'd move with you but I'm going to pop the question to Trudy soon and then we'll get a place of our own." His entire face glows with the announcement. Every single time I see him with his girlfriend, I feel a slight pang of envy race through me. They're so happy and content and their history isn't clouded with lies, mysteries and secrets. That's what I want.

  "There is one place I can afford to live," I whisper. I haven't even really wrapped my head around the concept yet, but now is as good a time as any to talk to Bryce about it.

  "With Nathan?" The scowl on his face speaks more than the tone of his voice.

  "No," I scoff. I had considered that option for a hot two seconds before I walked out of his apartment last week. Since then, I've ignored most of his text messages and calls. He wants me to reinvest myself in him again and that stock has crashed enough times that I know I'll just end up burned to an emotional crisp. Men, like Nathan Moore, don't change. It's simple.

  "Where then?"

  "I'm thinking I should just go back home." It's a coward's plan. When I lived in Connecticut everything was easy. Josh was so uncomplicated and right now I miss that. I don't necessarily miss him but the simplicity that life there offers me is beckoning me like a lighthouse in the dark sea.

  "That's not an option." Bryce is on his feet, his hands firmly planted on his hips. "You're going to run away?"

  "It's not running." Who exactly am I trying to convince? "It's more about trying something on for size and then realizing it doesn't fit so you return it."

  "You're complicated." He laughs. "You can't go back there. You left there for a reason. Don't forget it."

  "It's easier there," I confess. "I can just live without all the drama. I can go back to being an EMT."

  "When I came to New York I was scared shitless." His expression is even and serious. "You and Rebecca helped me see it's where I belong."

  "I don’t belong here."

  "You're not running away from the city, Jess." He doesn't mince words. "You're running away from him."

  ***

  "Are you opposed to me just using you for sex?" I clench my fist in his hair as he circles my clit with his tongue.

  "No," he whispers into my folds. "Use me however the fuck you want, Jessica."

  "If I come over here just to get fucked once a week, that's okay?" I lean back on his bed and let the pleasure rip through me.

  He shakes his head slightly and the sensation pushes me closer to the edge. "You need to come over every fucking day."

  I chuckle at the idea. "This is so good," I moan through parted lips. "Please, lick it like that."

  He shifts his large body and cups my ass in his palm so he can lick me harder. "So good."

  "I'm going to come." I don't need to say it. I know he can feel it. I know he senses it just by the way my body tenses when he's touching me.

  "Slow down," he pants as he licks my folds softly. "I don't want you to come yet."

  "Nathan." I pull on his hair causing him to wince. "Please, lick me harder."

  "I'd give anything to do this every day. Let me wake up to this, Jessica. This is my heaven." He pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard.

  I race to the edge with an uninhibited scream. "Oh, God. Nathan." I can't control the words. I can't control the way it feels.

  He crawls up my body so he's hovering above me. "I was tested." The words are foreign and misplaced in the moment. "Let me fuck you like this."

  I look down at his engorged cock. "No." I can't. I won't.

  "I haven't fucked anyone else in months, Jessica. Jesus, please. Give me this," he's pleading. His voice is coarse and rough from want. "You have to take the fucking pill. Tell me you do."

  I nod as I stare at his cock. I want to feel it like that too. "Do you have proof?" Did I really just ask that right now?

  "Proof that my dick is clean?" He's leaning back on his heels now. One hand is slowly stroking his cock, the other circling my clit.

  "Yes," I moan as he pushes his index finger into me. "Oh, yes."

  "You don't believe that I'm clean?" He groans as he slides another finger next to the first. "You're so fucking tight I can't stand it."

  "You say things…" I can't talk. I'm close to coming again already. "You say things…"

  "You're so smooth and slick." His eyes are blazing with desire as he kneads his fingers within me. "I want so much to shoot my load in this beautiful body so you can feel my cum inside of you."

  "Nathan." The sh
amelessness of his words spurs me closer. "Don’t say that."

  "I've never filled any woman with my cum before." His breath is on my lips now. "I want to with you. Let me, Jessica."

  I push my hips from the bed to grab more of him. I want him to take me to the edge again. I need to come. "Christ, Nathan."

  "This is all mine." He clenches his hand around and in my sex. "Mine." The animalistic growl that flows through the word sends me into the center of an intense orgasm. I cling to his body as I scream out his name.

  Chapter 19

  "Here." A piece of paper flutters past my face as he sits down across from me in the mid-town bistro.

  "What's this?" I scan it quickly with my eyes.

  "My ticket to ride you without a saddle." He cocks a brow as he reaches across the table to steal a bite of my fruit salad. "Nice of you to wait to order until I got here, Jessica."

  "You're late." I hold the paper steady so I can read every line. "Is this your test results?"

  "I was in court." He pulls the entire bowl across the table and steals the spoon from my hand. "I'm so hungry."

  "These are your test results?" I ask again. I can't believe he actually got a copy of them to give to me.

  "I want in that." He waves the spoon towards my body. "I want in it without any barriers. That's the golden ticket right there."

  "You were serious?" I thought he was half-joking the other night when he talked about fucking me without a condom. "You want to have sex without a condom?"

  "Where's the waiter? I need a drink." He surveys the entire span of the room in mere seconds.

  "Bourbon doesn't go with fruit salad."

  "Bourbon goes with everything, Jessica."

  I glance at the paper again. "This makes me nervous."

  He scratches the tip of his nose and raises a brow. "My cock makes you nervous? You haven't been shy around it up to this point."

  "What if I don't want to?" I push back. "What if I say we can't?"