by Emma Bryson
Goddamn it if I wasn’t going to get a taste of him by the end of the night.
Interlacing my fingers with his, I gently pulled him in the direction of my bedroom, guiding his hot palms over the curve of my breasts, my hips, my ass.
Nate groaned as he pulled me closer, taking control of my mouth again—his hot salty tongue demanding I comply with his heady strokes.
I pulled him in, guiding him towards my bed. I felt him pull back slightly, a sliver of hesitation in his fingertips, and I slid my hand from his and stroked down his ribbed stomach and over his erection, palming him and gently stroking up and down his length through the fabric of his boxers.
Nate groaned. “Goddamn it, Liv, I don’t think you understand what you’re doing to me...”
I smiled at him, looking into eyes that were shiny with lust. “Really? You’re going to tell the cam girl she doesn’t know what she’s doing to you?”
He chuckled as I nudged him to sit on the side of my bed. I stood between his legs, leaning over him so my breasts were in his face.
I nipped at the top of his ear, licked down to the lobe and began to whisper.
“Well, right now, I’m pushing my breasts against your chest. Can you feel that? My nipples are getting hard...” Nate groaned. “I know you can feel them pucker. And now, I’m taking my hand, and I’m sliding it across your knee, along your thigh...”
Nate’s pulse quickened as my lips kissed the gentle pulse at his neck. “I’m running my fingertips along the top of your boxers... I’m working my fingertips under the elastic...”
“Fuck, Liv—” Nate grabbed my wrists in a lock, spinning me around and pushing me down flat on my back in one swift movement. He growled something unintelligible as he ripped open the fabric of my gown, brought his head down to my breasts and gnashed his teeth across the tip of my left nipple.
Fuck me. He really wasn’t going to let go easily.
Spreading my legs apart, he ran his hand up to my panties, edging them to the side for access to my sex.
I was already so wet he had no problem pushing two curved digits up to reach my G-spot. The intense pulse of pleasure had me arching my back in surprise.
“Nate! Oh, fuck—” My scream was cut short by his fingers withdrawing and pushing deeper inside me, and again, to meet my quaking center.
Nate groaned as our eyes locked.
If I didn’t rein this in soon, I was going to beg him to fuck me. My heart quickened. No—I couldn’t lose control. If I did, I might never have another chance to explore the side of Nate I knew was hovering so close to the surface.
And God, was I desperate to know him.
With my back arched from the deep pulses his fingers pumping into my core inspired, I reached for his cock and pulled his length free from his boxers.
With each pump into my core I stroked down the length of his cock, pulling his head into my hand with each withdrawal.
He growled—my reward—his jaw setting determinedly as his cock started to twitch in my hand. I increased the speed until he was overcome with the sensation of my hand on his cock, pulling his wet fingers out of my pussy and running them up to rest on either side of my clit, gently pulling and stroking it as he fought to maintain control.
I tensed my grip on his cock, focusing on his head, occasionally surprising him with a deeper stroke. His grip on my clit loosened and he gave way, but just as I thought I was breaking through, he pulled himself off the bed and out of my reach.
Panting hard, he looked down at me with molten steel in his gaze. Dampness mussed his hair and a thin gleam of sweat smattered his hairline.
My stomach fluttered, creating an avalanche of goose bumps over my skin.
Nate growled. “Oh, Liv—you think you can make me come that easy? I’m not half done with you yet.”
Nate
Jesus, for a moment there I’d almost lost all control and come right in her fucking hand.
No. There was no way I was going to let her take control of me like that... I’d have her begging me to fuck her, not the other way around.
A half smile played on Liv’s lips as her gorgeous breasts rose and fell with the swell of her breath. I looked at her creamy skin—her legs open, her body supple and willing to bend to my every desire.
And God how I wanted to give in to my every desire. To take her and claim her for my own. For good. Forever.
But that couldn’t happen. Not if I was going to keep my head in the game. I tried to drum it into me—it wasn’t just my career on the line, it was Chase’s future, too. It was everything we had worked so hard for. I felt my chest tighten. No. One delicious night was all I could claim from Olivia...and even that was stretching the limit.
One night only, and I was going to start by claiming that deliciously sensitive little nub between her legs with my tongue.
As I bent down to kneel on the floor between her legs, Liv maintained my gaze as she wiggled her wet little pussy to the very edge of the bed.
As I pulled her panties off I swallowed, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. Never before had I played with a woman who was so unabashed, so willing to act on what she wanted.
Liv made a noise of exclamation.
“Hah—I almost forgot I was still wearing this.” She arched her back and pulled a pink tail out from underneath her.
“What is this?” I tugged at the tail and was surprised when Liv bit her lip in response. The tail was firmly lodged underneath her.
“It’s a butt plug. I wear it for shows sometimes...some of my viewers are really into it. Not just because of the tail, but also because its length allows me to tug on the plug in a whole bunch of different positions.” She looked up at me. “It’s actually strangely enjoyable.”
The corner of my mouth quirked up in a mischievous smile as I pulled Liv so that her ass was off the bed and in my hands. I felt up the length of the tail; it ended in a button lodged firmly in her ass. I pressed on it, rotating it in a circle, and was rewarded with Liv arching her back, pushing her ass cheeks into my palms, her breasts rising to briefly dislodge our intense eye contact.
God, she was beautiful. Every inch of her body rang in my hands, coming alive under my touch. If I didn’t bury myself in her soon I swore I’d damn near come unanchored.
Using the break in eye contact to center myself, I lifted her gently to my mouth to claim her with a long, slow lick, right from the start of that furry tail and through her slick folds to the tip of her clit.
Liv had taken both of her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and was rolling them gently, her breathing becoming labored and slow.
I licked up slowly again and Liv growled in frustration as I slowed to graze her clit with every taste bud.
I wanted her to come apart in my hands, to watch her sweet sex pulse with a shattering orgasm as I lapped at her.
As her tits rose and fell faster, I licked at her clit, baring the tiny bud to my languishing strokes, with my hands grabbing her ass cheeks, pushing her up to greet my mouth. I pulled at the tail that was brushing against my fingertips and twisted it around my finger, holding it so firmly that Liv had to clench her ass muscles just to keep the bullet lodged in her ass.
My tongue roved faster and more confidently, pushing her further towards orgasm as her body started to shake with the buildup of her release. But just as she started to thrust with the fast approaching undertow of orgasm, Liv pulled away, wriggling herself back onto the bed, her pussy squirming out of my grasp.
She let out a frustrated breath and closed her eyes as she forced herself back from the brink. When she opened her eyes, my breath caught. A fire blazed in them, unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I rose from my knees and stood, panting, the sweet-saltiness of her still fresh on my lips.
“I’m not going to let you pleasure me, not fully, not...like that.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “And why not?” I growled.
“Because I want to see you unravel. I want to see the look in your eye when you finally lose control and ravage me. I want to know you—not just the person you’ve become accustomed to being when the weight of the world lies on your shoulders.”
An amused smile twitched at the corners of my lips, but something niggled at my core. The little vixen thought she had me pegged.
And even I could reluctantly admit, she wasn’t far from the truth, either.
Liv rose up from the bed, standing on it so she had the height advantage.
“Drop your fucking boxers, Nate. I’m going to suck on you. And if you dare try to turn the tables on me again, I’ll handcuff you to this bed and ride you until you’re so spent the blood won’t return to your head until next week.”
My cock twitched to attention.
Jesus, Olivia Barrett was going to be the death of me.
Chapter Five
Olivia
Not even the gut-tightening throes of the best orgasm of my life could stop me from wanting to explore Nate’s depths.
I knew that if he continued he would have claimed me without having to give anything of himself—but that wasn’t about to happen.
And if there was one thing that gave me an advantage over the sexy-as-all-hell Nate Wallis, it was that I’d trained myself to pull back from orgasm so I could finish a show time and time again. Sure, Nate might have the stamina to push my outermost limits, but he didn’t have the hours upon hours of practice I’d had at learning how to make people horny.
Nate looked down at me with his “give it your best shot” smirk. He knew I was close to orgasm—dangerously close—and by the looks of him he thought he had the advantage.
The poor, naïve man.
Little did he know I could give head just as good as I got. And while there was no question that the thick rigidity of his length would be a challenge, I had sucked plenty of toys just as big as he was.
Nate relaxed, letting me position him. I took his hands and held them palm-first against the wall on either side of his hips.
I looked at him, my expression dead set. “Move them, and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
A glint lit up Nate’s gaze as he looked at me, eyes glassy with lust, and gave a barely perceptible nod.
I grinned, running my hands over his sculpted chest. “Hmm, a spanking isn’t really a punishment if you enjoy it. Maybe I’ll have to dream up some other way to punish you...”
Nate groaned as I pulled the boxers off from around his hips and kissed the small trail of hair from his belly button to the base of his thick cock. He tensed slightly, the muscles in his thighs simmering under his skin—another sign that he still didn’t trust himself to let go.
I threw his boxers aside as I knelt on the floor, looking up at him.
“Look at me,” I demanded. His gaze didn’t leave mine as I trailed my tongue from his balls to his head, teasing him with small licks as I moved to palm his balls and grasp him firmly.
Nate threw his head back as I sucked him into my mouth. Then I stopped, not sucking, tensing, or moving—just holding his salty head in my mouth until he looked back down at me. His muscles started to relax. With our eyes locked, I tightened my mouth around him, flicking my tongue around his rim and taking him in further as my other hand grasped him and roamed up his shaft.
I started moving rhythmically, stopping the few times he broke eye contact with me, pausing to enforce my control.
With each movement I took him deeper, the lubrication from my mouth meeting my hand so that in the melee of sensation he couldn’t tell where my hand stopped and my mouth began. Taking him in as deep as I could, I felt his head prod at the back of my throat. His eyes started to lose focus as a shiver ran through his body, his balls pulling in tight.
I moved away, cleared my throat, and spoke his name—my voice raspy from the prodding of his intense length.
“Nate. I want to take all of you in my mouth.”
Nate looked at me, confused. “Isn’t that what you were doing?”
I bit my lower lip. “Almost. But don’t you want to try something new? Something less...vanilla?”
“If it’s going to feel anything close to what I felt two seconds ago, then fuck yes I want to try something new.” Nate groaned as I pushed my body into him, our lips close but not quite touching.
My stomach shivered. God, he was amazing, his tight body so receptive to my touch. I felt my pussy clench at the thought of taking all of him into my mouth.
“I’m going to move into a position where I can take all of you, and you can fuck my throat. Do you want to fuck my throat, Nate?”
“Fuck yes I do,” Nate growled as I pulled him towards the bed. His forehead furrowed like he was unsure about how this would work. Once he was standing front-first against the side of my bed, I crawled towards him from the other side, turning to lie flat on my back and edging my head off the bed slightly to straighten my neck into a single, long, accessible passage. I nestled my head in between Nate’s legs, pulling my knees up and guiding his hands to rest on my hips.
“Comfortable?” I asked.
“Yeah. But Liv...” I rested my hands on his outer thighs and directed his cock towards my face, circumventing his hesitation.
“I’m going to take you inside my mouth now. Do you feel my hands on your thighs?”
Nate nodded. “Good. I’ll let you know when you can start to thrust.”
Nate groaned and placed a kiss on my knee. I guided him by his thighs and he slid his cock into my mouth. My throat straight and chin back, I effortlessly took him halfway in. Nate grunted with pleasure, but his thighs tensed with hesitation. Reassuring him, I guided him further into my mouth and I moaned as my throat filled with his thick length.
I pulled him back slightly, took a breath, and arched my head back further so this time I could take him in to the hilt. I stroked my hands back to grab his ass and pulled him into me. His balls tightened as he groaned out my name.
“Jesus, Liv.”
I grabbed his ass cheeks again and pulled him in hard, driving him into my tight throat. I hummed against his cock, my moans sending vibrations through him.
Nate’s body shook as he struggled to keep control. As he pulled out again, I rasped, “Please, Nate. Fill me. Fuck my throat.”
He didn’t need any further invitation. He began to drive his cock into my mouth, his self-control shattering as he pumped into me. His body vibrated as he drove himself into my throat, his hand reaching down to hold my neck so he could feel himself fucking my mouth, his thrusts taking him right to the pinnacle of orgasm.
He tensed, roared with frustration and withdrew, taking a step back before plundering my mouth with his tongue, sucking at the sweet saltiness of his precum from my breath.
Ripping out the drawer from my bedside table, he grabbed a condom, tore open the wrapper and thrust it onto himself. My eyebrows furrowed as I went to move.
“I swear, if you don’t stay right there I’ll spill my load all over your perfect fucking tits.”
I trembled. I’d finally done it. I’d cracked through Nate’s outer shell, through the façade he showed everyone, to unleash the real him that had been straining to break free.
Now what was he about to do to me?
Nate
I marched over to Liv’s side of the bed and planted myself between her legs, my heart pumping more furiously than my dick had been inside her tight throat.
My balls ached for release. Sliding my hand under her head and through her hair to grab a fistful at the nape of her neck, I planted a possessive kiss on her lips, delving into her mouth. The rise and fall of my chest matched hers as I slammed my dick into her tight wet center. She cried out, her moans filling my mouth w
ith the essence of her sweet breath.
My insides curled. Oh, I was twisted around Liv’s little finger, and I knew it. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t stop, thrusting into her hard, the constraints I felt snapping free as I sheathed myself in her pussy until my balls slapped against that furry tail she still had sticking out of her ass.
Liv met each of my heavy thrusts, arching up to meet me as we breathed in sync, the swollen passage of her throat raw from lust and heavy use.
“Nate, please,” she whispered into my mouth.
“I’m going to come...” Her head arched back, but I pulled her back to me, stopping my onslaught until she looked into my eyes.
I wanted her to see who was claiming this pleasure from her. I wanted her to feel it with every fiber of her being.
The moist warmth of her breath, swallowed by mine, became marked with the tightly wound mewling of a woman close to the edge.
My balls throbbed as I buried myself in her, increasing the pace of my thrusts. Liv’s mewling became desperate as she massaged her fingers over the flesh of my back. She shuddered, the beginning pulses of her orgasm tensing her tight, hot passage around my length.
My balls pulled inwards and I thrust into her as she screamed her release into my mouth.
And I met her, the waves of orgasm consuming both of us.
As my dick pulsed with the throes of orgasm, we tensed and relaxed, each wave bringing us closer. I kissed her, her cheeks flushed, our bodies tacky with sweat.
As I withdrew, my heart screamed, pulses of pleasure replaced almost immediately with a tinge of anxiety.
Dawn was breaking, and I’d sworn that we only had one night.
Now I just had to find a way to keep to my word.
Chapter Six
Nate
I woke to the sound of Liv’s gentle but persistent breathing. Lying on her stomach with her head smushed to the side and her forehead scrunched in her sleep, she looked every bit as angelic as she had the night before when we’d fucked each other into oblivion.
