“Are you sure about this?” He paused by the door.
I looked at my feet for a moment. Life was too short. Handsome men didn’t cross my path every day. It was time to embrace it. A niggling part of me knew that I would regret falling into bed with him. However, a much hornier part didn’t care. Sometimes, you just had to go with the flow.
“I’m ready, let’s go.” I took his hand and pulled him through the door.
“Good, good. I’m looking forward to this.” Nathan ran his hand over my arse as we made our way outside.
“I hope you’re ready,” I said. “This oldie can show you a thing or two.”
Chapter Three
If there was one thing that I was comfortable with, it was sex. Not the before, not the after, but the actual act. Ever since I had been old enough to start having sex, I had. I had only been in one long-term relationship. Even then, it only lasted two years. Yes, at the age of thirty, I had been mostly single my whole life. It was depressing.
The flat was tidy at least. I had made an effort earlier in the day before my episode in the changing room. My intuition obviously realised that I would bring someone home. Although, I would never have believed it would be Nathan. Maybe my inkling had been about Lizzie. She usually came round after we’d gone for a drink at the pub.
“This is a nice little place,” Nathan said, following me into the kitchen.
I switched the kettle on, trying hard to ignore my shaking fingers. Small talk. My favourite. Leaning against the counter, I waited for the water to boil. Being the perfect host, I had offered a hot drink. Which was something I now regretted. It would have been better to get on with it. Less awkward.
Nathan stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. I moved my hands to grasp either side of the worktop to stop them from shaking. I didn’t want him to see how nervous I was.
“I do like it here.”
Nathan smiled gently as he stepped forward. I sucked in a breath as he came towards me. Uncrossing his arms, he placed them on the cupboard doors either side of my head. His hard body was flush against mine, pushing me into the worktop. My hands went to his waist. I pushed my fingers under his shirt and gasped, yes audibly, when they ran over the ridge of muscle over his hips. The V shape made my whole body melt. I had never experienced real-life V muscles. How could I compete with all my wobbly bits?
“You were fun today,” he whispered.
My head dropped forward, landing on his rock solid chest. His scent filtered up my nose and wound into the very core of me. One of his hands moved to the back of my neck. He rested his fingers lightly near my ear, stroking the skin behind it.
“Why did you have to bring that up?” I muttered.
He chuckled. The movement made my head bounce against him. His soft fingertips sent shivers down my spine as his knuckles grazed the back of my ear. They had always been a turn on spot for me.
“It wasn’t as bad as you think. It was just slightly…unusual.”
I smiled as the rumble of his voice calmed my nerves. “I can’t believe you saw all my squashy bits squashed up.”
His fingers tightened in my hair. I gasped as he brought my head up by pulling gently on my hair so I faced him. The hint of rough treatment made me run my tongue across my bottom lip. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Don’t talk like that. You’ve got a great figure. I don’t like hearing women speak that way about themselves.” He dipped lower and caught my bottom lip in his teeth.
Clever young man, he knew how to get me around to his thinking.
As he released my lip, he stretched out his tongue but didn’t make contact to the place he had just bitten. He was waiting for me. My tongue slunk out of my mouth to meet his. When they met, my whole body vibrated as he pressed even further into me. He swirled his tongue around mine, gently at first. The pressure built as he grabbed one of my hands, entwined our fingers, and held it against the cupboard above my head. My other hand was buried under his shirt, my nails digging into the muscles of his back.
“I like an older woman,” he breathed, before plunging his tongue straight back into my mouth.
My mind could no longer think. My body had taken over. There was no way he was leaving without finishing what he had started. Even though I didn’t know him, I didn’t care. He made me feel good.
His hands squeezed the fleshy part of my waist as I pulled away.
“Well, I have a new interest in younger men.” I giggled.
Nathan’s eyebrows rose as he tugged on my arm. He walked backwards, almost dragging me with him. We were about to exit the kitchen. I was convinced we were on our way to my bedroom, but he stopped. Closing the door, he spun us and pushed my back against it. Grasping my hands, he joined them together in one of his, and pinned them above my head. His other hand went straight to my breast.
“I’ve been wanting to hold these since I saw them earlier,” he murmured.
My breath came too fast. My chest rose and fell as his fingers squeezed. I tried to pull my hands down, but he wouldn’t let me. I liked that he was in control, but at the same time, I didn’t know him. How could I trust that I was safe?
“What are you waiting for, then?” I asked, pushing the thought away.
He grinned, released my arms, and yanked my top over my head. Taking inspiration from him, I reached for his T-shirt, but he pushed my hands away.
“It’s my turn to pleasure you first.” He unclipped my bra and pulled it off.
My head fell back against the door as he lowered his face and sucked my nipple into his mouth. A gasp escaped me as his tongue swirled around and flicked over the end of it.
“I think someone likes that,” he purred against me.
I giggled as he massaged my other breast. It had been a while since I had given myself over to a man. My eyes fluttered open. The light was dim in the small kitchen. The stranger had pinned me against the kitchen door, and I was enjoying it a bit too much.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Nathan’s hand squeezed my breast hard before he moved up my chest. Still sucking my nipple, he rested his palm against my throat before moving over my jaw and covering my mouth. He released my nipple after he flicked his tongue over it and licked across to the other one.
He didn’t want me to speak. The sizzle that flew through me as he stood straight and pressed his body against mine made me moan. He buried his hand into my hair. Tugging, he pulled my head back almost as far as it could go. His breath washed over me as he bent forward.
His tongue traced the edge of my ear…down, down, towards my jaw. I wiggled, trying to get free of his arms so that I could at least touch him. He pushed harder, trapping me between the door and his body as his teeth nibbled the bottom of my chin. His mouth travelled lower as his hand landed on my stomach, before diving straight down into my trousers. My stomach flipped in excitement. I tried to breathe as his parted fingers ran over my pelvic bone, through the short hair there, and grazed my clitoris before his fingers plunged into me.
I shuddered against him as he circled his fingers inside me. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. He had me pinned at the top and pinned down below. I was helpless. And incredibly turned on.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered.
His dark blue eyes opened as a slow smile spread over his lips. As quickly as he had me pinned, he let me go. I almost fell to the floor, but he caught me with his hands under my armpits. I cringed, suddenly aware that I hadn’t shaved in a few days. He didn’t seem to notice as he released me and undid the button and zip on his jeans.
“Go on, then.” He whispered, his words shaky.
I bit my lip as I looked up at him. His intense gaze was masked by his hooded eyelids. It was almost as if he couldn’t quite look at me. He had turned from a charmer into something quite different. Cocky with a touch of shyness.
My body still craved him. His heavy breathing resounded around the kitchen, enticing me to disregard my dou
bts.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked suddenly.
My hesitation obviously showed on my face. He reached up and stroked my cheek, his thumb pressing very gently on my jaw.
“Yes. I want to do this.”
I cupped his hand against my face before I released him and pushed him back a step. I was about to sink to my knees. Instead, I started to walk. My hand rested on his chest as he stepped backwards across the kitchen until he bumped against the work surface. Taking hold of his elbows, I ran my hands down his forearms until our hands met. I placed his fingers around the worktop edge so he had something to hold onto. I planned to make his knees wobble.
“I like this,” he muttered.
Rising on my tip toes, I kissed him quickly before running my hands down his chest as I lowered to the floor. The lino was slippery under my knees, but I managed to get my balance. Taking hold of the waistband on his jeans, I dug my fingers into the pants underneath, and pulled them both to the floor at the same time. His head fell back as the cool air rushed around him. I was pleased to see that he was excited. He was ready for me.
My fingers wrapped around his thigh as far as they could go. It wasn’t far considering how muscly and rock solid he was. Leaning forward, I let my tongue follow my fingers as they travelled up his hairy legs, towards his cock. His breath deepened as I got closer, I could hear it in the room.
My hand reached its destination. His shoulders tensed as my fingers skipped lightly across the base of him. His prick jumped when I cupped his balls and squeezed gently. A gasp left his mouth as I rose up on my knees, put my tongue on the base of his cock, and ran it all the way up his length. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I sucked him into my mouth. His knuckles turned white where he grasped the wooden surface.
Moving forward, I took him into my mouth as far as he could go. His prick was in perfect proportion to the rest of his massive body.
As I pulled back, my hand wrapped around the base of him. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the head of him as my hand moved up. His cock jumped as I pulled my mouth away and slid my hand right up to the top and over his helmet. Wrapping my fingers around his foreskin, I pulled it down as my tongue lapped over him. He groaned as my other hand pumped his cock at the same time.
“You’re good at this,” he breathed.
I grinned as best I could considering my mouth was full. There was nothing sexier than hearing a man appreciate your efforts.
My excitement grew when his hand came to the back of my head. My body vibrated with pleasure as he stroked my hair. I released his foreskin and dug my nails into his thick thigh. My head started to pump up and down, following my hand below it. He started to thrust into my mouth. The tip of his dick touched my tonsils. I quickly breathed through my nose to stop myself from pulling away. The rhythm built. All I could hear was our breathing.
“Stop!”
Nathan pushed me away. I almost stumbled, but he fell to his knees and grabbed me around the waist. His mouth descended onto mine. His tongue licked the taste of him from around my lips. I couldn’t help but smile. I had always been put off by any man that cringed away from tasting himself. Even though he was younger, it turned me on even more.
“I’m going to have you,” he said.
I giggled as he pushed me to the floor. He had mentioned that he would have me in the kitchen, but I hadn’t believed it.
“Take off your trousers,” he demanded.
Sitting back, he reached down to his feet and untangled himself from his jeans. Digging his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a condom. I paused as he ripped open the packet. Was I going to go through with it?
My pussy pulsed as he rolled the condom down the length of him. I gave in. He looked too exquisite to start doubting now.
Looking down at myself, I tried not to cringe at the lumps and bumps of my female body. To distract myself, I eyed up the bulge of his bicep.
“Don’t you want to undress for me?” he asked.
Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, I tugged. I had put on a few pounds over the last few months. Luckily, I could still fit into the jeans. Only just.
Nathan clicked his tongue before knocking my hands away and taking care of the trousers himself. My knickers quickly followed.
“Ready?”
We hadn’t done much foreplay. Although, to be fair, I had been so turned on since he’d held me on the dancefloor, I would be perfectly wet for him. I would probably be a waterfall for him.
He interrupted my thought by running his hand up the inside of my thigh and sinking his finger into me. “Yes, I think you’re ready.”
Getting to his knees, he leant over me and kissed my lips briefly. His hand stroked down over my breast, my stomach, and cupped me as he squeezed gently. His hand fell away before the tip of him moved over my opening.
I wound my arms around his shoulders as he guided himself into me. The slow entrance made me arch up to him. His hands came to rest on the floor either side of my head as he pulled his hips back and then surged forward, filling me to the very tip.
A shudder ripped through me as the head of his prick connected with the deepest part of me. Clinging to his shoulders, I longed for him to lean down and kiss me.
He didn’t budge when I tried to pull him to me. Our hips started to move in perfect synchronicity as I thrust up to meet him. The rocking made my breath heavy. Air came in and out of me as he grabbed one of my legs and held it up. The deeper access sent a spark of pleasure through me as he pounded, back and forth, into me. My whole body moved against the floor as his strong hips moved again and again.
“Kiss me,” I gasped.
He leant down and plunged his tongue into my mouth. His rhythm and speed didn’t slow down as he hit my G spot. I shuddered against him. My nails dug into his back, marking his shoulders, I was sure. He kissed me thoroughly, not letting me breathe. When he released my mouth, he grinned down at me. His beautiful eyes and wonderful smile sent a thrill straight down to where our bodies were joined. My mouth hung open as I tried to breathe. He kept going. Relentlessly.
“This is nice,” he whispered. “Are you ready to cum?”
I nodded, I was ready. In fact, I was already on my way. A gorgeous buzzing sensation built inside me. His hips swung forward and back, forward and back. His cock caressed the walls of my pussy as he entered in and out. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding tight to my shoulders. His speed increased as he buried his head into my neck, kissing me gently before pumping harder and faster. I could hardly breathe. I could hardly think.
The pressure built in me as he continually pounded. His cock hit the deepest part of my pussy again and again. His breath hitched suddenly, and my body started to shudder uncontrollably. The whole inside of me exploded as the pleasure rocked throughout my body. My eyes squeezed shut as my pussy pulsated around his prick. He kept moving but not for long. A groan escaped his mouth, muffled by the skin of my neck. His fingers dug into the flesh of my shoulders, which made me cum even more.
The slow unfurling of orgasm left us breathless and collapsed on the floor. Nathan rolled off me and onto his back. Catching sight of my nakedness, I threw my arm over my eyes so I didn’t have to see. I didn’t want to look at myself. Not when I was lying next to a hunky God of a man. The last thing I needed to do was compare the bulge of my stomach.
“That was hot.”
Nathan’s breath got back to normal pretty quickly. He moved to his feet. I kept my eyes closed. Although the light was dim, it would still show up every part of me.
“Are you okay, gorgeous?” he asked.
Hearing the movement of him putting on clothes, I moved my arm, and looked up at him. He gave me a cheeky grin. My mouth dropped open. “Rushing off, are we?”
He stilled, his fingers resting on the buttons of his jeans. “Sorry. I’ve got work early in the morning, but maybe we can meet up again soon.”
Getting to my feet, I tried my hardest not to cringe as I pulled
on my jeans and grabbed my top. I was about to pull it over my head when his arms came around my back and cupped my breasts. I froze, unable to resist him as he licked my ear.
“Don’t worry. This isn’t a one-time thing,” he whispered.
When I nodded, he let me go and opened the kitchen door. Yanking my top on, I followed him to the front of the flat.
“I don’t usually do this,” I said.
He turned back, looking down at me with his sexy dark blue eyes. “What’s your surname? I’ll add you on Facebook.”
I saved myself the embarrassment of choking. It took all of my power, but I managed to stop the cough of disbelief, before I humiliated myself all over again. Facebook? The cheeky bastard.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Opening the front door, I stood back to let him through.
Frowning, he automatically took a step out of the flat. He tried to get me to make eye contact, but I deliberately looked past him into the hallway. Facebook, my arse. He could go and do one.
“Are you not going to tell me?” Nathan’s step faltered as he cleared the doorframe and I started to close it.
I grinned suddenly, aware that I was playing a game. I couldn’t help myself. Bloody Facebook. “Nope. Like I said, that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
The smile didn’t leave my face as his mouth opened and the door clicked into place, cutting my view of the most handsome man I had ever slept with. The most handsome man I had allowed into my home. The most handsome man who had fucked me and left.
Chapter Four
Facebook? Had I really just slept with a man who wanted to connect through Facebook instead of giving me his number? Or at least taken mine. I shook my head as the bubbles popped around me. The water lapped against my skin, where only an hour before, Nathan had touched me.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my body to sink down into the water. The liquid wrapped around my face, trying to get up my nose. I had done it again. The man had disrespected me.
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