by Vawn Cassidy
‘Nat, look,’ I growl. ‘Look at your cock covered in my cum.’
Nat lifts his head, his gaze fixed avidly between our bodies as he sees my slick spunk coating his dick, and it’s too much for him. He throws his head back and cries out as I feel the heat of his cum jet between his fingers and up our slick, sweaty bodies, coating my chest and hitting my neck.
I collapse against him, both of us gasping for oxygen, and I can feel the rapid pound of his heart as it thunders against mine.
‘Holy shit,’ I pant into his neck as the world shifts and tilts on its axis, and suddenly things don’t seem so simple at all.
Chapter Fifteen
Nat
When you’re finally naked, sated and curled around your lover, it’s probably best not to compare yourself to a fat, gluttonous child from a children's literary classic…
I can feel the big, satisfied smile ripple across my face as I shift slightly, humming in contentment as I listen to the lullaby of the rain against the huge floor to ceiling windows of Beck’s incredible studio. We’re laying lazily coiled around each other on what has to be the largest and most comfortable sofa in the known universe with a soft throw draped over us decadently.
After that epic mutual orgasm, we cleaned up and curled around each other, and we haven’t moved since. I feel so comfortable in Beck’s arms, and I don’t feel the need to panic or fill the silence with nervous chitchat. I’m sated, right down to my bones with my naked body splayed out along the length of his.
I trace lazy circles across the fine dusting of light blond hair scattered across his chest and look up at him, but his eyes seem distant and lost in thought.
‘Stop frowning,’ I murmur as I trace the crease between his brows. ‘You’ll get wrinkles.’
‘I’ll get wrinkles anyway considering how much I’m out in the sun,’ he huffs out a laugh.
‘What’s wrong?’ I ask quietly. ‘Are you having second thoughts about us?’
‘No.’ He looks down, grasping my chin and forcing my eyes up to meet his. ‘No,’ he repeats earnestly.
‘Then what is it?’
‘I just…’ He lets out a slow breath and shakes his head.
‘You know what?’ I fold my hands on his chest and prop my chin on them as I look up at him.
‘What?’ He smiles.
‘I’m adding another caveat to our agreement,’ I tell him in mock seriousness.
‘Another?’ He frowns. ‘What’s the first?’
‘That was you, and your demand for exclusivity.’
‘My demand?’ He scowls. ‘You weren’t actually serious about finding someone else where you?’
‘No,’ I say innocently. ‘But I’d don’t know, I mean if Ryan…’
He growls and rolls me smoothly underneath him, pinning my body to the sofa and sending a thrill bolting through me like lightning.
‘No Ryan for you. No one else for you.’ He takes my mouth, and I sigh into his kiss.
When he finally pulls back, I slide my hands along the scruff of his jaw, cupping his face.
‘I don’t want anyone else,’ I say simply. ‘Just you.’
He rests his forehead against mine and sighs. ‘What’s the caveat?’
‘Honesty,’ I reply as he tilts his head to watch me. ‘We’re playing with fire here, Beck, and we both know it. This has the potential to go badly wrong if we’re not honest with each other. I meant what I said, when this ends, I don’t want to lose our friendship.’
He sighs slowly. ‘Ask me again.’
‘What’s wrong?’ I say softly.
‘I’m just feeling a bit raw I guess.’ He frowns, rolling onto his back and rubbing his forehead as if he can’t quite articulate. ‘You and me... here, like this... took me by surprise, and I’m not quite sure what to do with that.’
I prop myself on my elbow as I look down at him. ‘I know what you mean.’ I nod. ‘I guess all we can do is take it one day at a time and see what happens, but Beck, if you want to stop this at any point you only have to say.’
‘I don’t want to stop,’ he mutters. ‘That’s what worries me.’ His gaze trickles down my chest and snags on the tiny silver pendant that lays against my sternum. ‘What’s this?’ he asks softly.
‘It’s a compass,’ I tell him. It’s a small silver disc barely the size of a ten pence piece, and at first glance it looks a little like a St Christopher medal, but on closer inspection, it has a tiny little intricately designed compass face. ‘My sister gave it to me a long time ago.’
He wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his side and brushing his lips against my temple. ‘Tell me about her.’
‘She’s older than me, twenty-nine,’ I begin.
‘About the same age as Reed then,’ he muses.
‘We were really close as kids, but like I said before, my dad, he’s… well, he’s kind of an arsehole. He always acted like Pia was in the way, like she was an inconvenience. He had no desire for a daughter at all.’
‘What about your mother?’ he asks.
‘She doesn’t give a crap either.’ I shrug. ‘About either of us. She never wanted kids, and she never would have reproduced at all, but my father wanted a son to carry on the family name and all that, and he’s the one who pays her credit cards. She’s the epitome of a trophy wife.’
‘So, that just left you and you sister?’
‘Yeah.’ I nod. ‘We had each other, and for a while, we had Carmella.’
‘The cook?’
‘That’s right.’ I smile softly in remembrance. ‘She was so lovely. I think I’d have turned out very differently, a lot more bitter, if it wasn’t for her.’
‘What happened to her?’
‘She stayed with us for as long as she could, even though she couldn’t stand our parents. I think she’d have stayed longer, but when I was sixteen, her mother fell ill, and she returned to Italy. She never came back to the UK after that. But I stayed in contact, although I haven’t seen her in ten years, we still talk a few times a year.’
‘What about Pia?’ he asks, and I notice he’s adopted my nickname for her rather than her full name, and I almost smile knowing that my mother would be horrified.
‘I don’t know,’ I say quietly. ‘Like I said, we grew apart. I don’t know what’s going on in her life now. I haven’t seen her in months. We sometimes run into each other at social functions, but I don’t like her husband. There’s something about him I don’t trust.’
‘So, how did you end up with the compass?’
‘My parents sent her away to boarding school, so I barely saw her through our teen years, but she came back once when she was seventeen. I would have been about fourteen at the time. She seemed really sad, but she wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. She gave me the compass, it’s one of a set, and she has the other. She said that no matter how far apart we were, we’d always find our way back to each other. The next time I saw her was her eighteenth birthday when my dad announced her engagement to one of his friends.’
‘That’s her husband?’ Beck frowns. ‘The one you don’t like.’
‘That’s right,’ I sigh. ‘I don’t know what happened or why she ended up marrying him, but he’s fifteen years older than her and an arrogant bastard.’
‘You kept the compass though,’ Beck says softly.
‘Yeah.’ I finger the worn metal sentimentally. ‘I know that things were never the same between Pia and I after that, but I still miss her.’
‘Why don’t you call her?’
‘I can’t.’ I shake my head. ‘Besides, if I tell her where I am, and her husband finds out he’ll tell my father, and all this will be for nothing.’
‘Are you telling me no one knows where you are?’ He looks at me sharply.
‘That’s exactly what I’m telling you,’ I reply nonchalantly. ‘I’m not sure Pia even cares I’m gone, my mother probably hasn’t even noticed, and my father would simply drag me back to London. I emailed each of them before I left, plu
s the partners at the firm. Telling them I quit my job and was going away for the entire summer. I then left a note at my place saying the same thing in case my father files a missing person’s report and the police search my flat.’
‘Would your father actually do that?’ Beck’s eyes widen.
‘I wouldn’t put it past him,’ I reply evenly. ‘He’s a man who likes to get his own way. Anyway, I packed a bag, left my phone and my keys on the kitchen counter and walked out.’
‘Nat.’ He runs his fingers through my hair, toying with the loose curls. ‘I’m so sorry.’
I shrug. ‘I don’t want to talk about my family anymore, it depresses me. I’d much rather be playing with you.’ I grin as I place a soft kiss to his chest.
‘I think I can get on board with that idea.’ He smiles, and I know he’s allowing me to deflect. This time in the bay, with Beck is for me. I know I’m being selfish. I know it’s only a stolen moment of time, and eventually it will come crashing in on me, but for the moment, I just want to enjoy Beck while he’s mine.
I slide my lips across his softly, and as he opens his mouth, I kiss him. Tugging on his bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth.
‘Jesus, Nat,’ he hisses, and I feel his cock stir against my thigh.
‘There’s just so much of you to explore,’ I murmur as I kiss a slow trail along his jaw and down his neck. ‘I feel greedy, like a kid in a sweet shop, and I don’t know what to try first. I just want everything.’ I stop suddenly and look up at him as I let out a laugh. ‘Oh my god, I’m Augustus Gloop from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.’
‘The fat kid? No way.’ A laugh rumbles through his body. ‘You’re prettier than Augustus.’
I laugh as he buries his face in my neck and bites, tickling me with his beard as his hand skims down over my thigh and strokes the curve of my arse.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he whispers against my skin.
‘I… I want to suck your cock.’ I flush and watch as his lip’s part on a slow intake of breath and his pupils dilate.
‘You sure you don’t want me to...’
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. ‘I want to know what you taste like,’ I whisper.
‘Jesus,’ he hisses as he presses down on his dick, squeezing the base.
‘Really?’ I raise a brow in surprise.
‘You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?’ he growls as he threads his hands through my hair, taking my mouth and plunging his tongue in as he tugs the dark curls, sending a shiver down my spine.
He pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine and sending panting breaths across my swollen lips.
‘Suck my cock,’ he growls, and I groan, so turned on at the rough demand in his voice.
‘We’re going to end up killing each other you know,’ I whisper between rough kisses. ‘Death by over ejaculation.’
‘It’s a hell of a way to go,’ he pants as I edge down his body, kissing his chest and sending my tongue over the swell of his pecs, lapping the flat discs of his nipples into my mouth, and nipping at them with my teeth.
‘Nat,’ he breathes harshly, thrusting his hips and grinding his leaking cock against my stomach in a delicious wet glide. ‘Nat, please.’ I can hear the surrender in his voice, and it makes me feel powerful.
I kiss an open mouthed trail down the sharp ridges of his abdomen, marveling at the contours of his gorgeous body. Dipping my tongue into his shallow navel and twirling around it as he once again thrusts helplessly against me. I can feel his desperation, the primitive need pounding through his blood because it pounds through mine too.
I reach down and grip his cock, inhaling deeply as I breathe in the sharp tang of his precum and see a pearl of moisture bead at his slit. I glance up to find those sharp hazel eyes watching me, they’re almost all green now, like hot glass staring at me with an intense hunger that makes my stomach clench and my cock throb.
Holding his gaze, I slowly snake my tongue out, sliding it along his slit so he can see his precum glistening along the edge of my tongue. He draws in a sharp breath as I close my eyes and hum, tasting him for the first time. I draw the flared head of his cock into my mouth, feeling another burst of salty liquid on my tongue even as I hear his tortured groan of pleasure. I feel his hands close gently around my head, tangling in my hair as I suck hard. The taste of him is like a drug, one hit and I know I’m instantly addicted. My mouth waters, and all I know is, I want more.
I start out slowly, sliding his thick dick deeper into my mouth, seeing how deep I can take him before gliding back up, feeling my lips stretch around the girth of him and listening to his sighs, gauging what he seems to like. I pull back and swirl my tongue around the head before sucking him back in again, and fisting the base of his dick, I speed up, gaining in confidence as I suck harder, slide deeper, and I’m rewarded with his guttural groans echoing in the quiet room. My obvious enthusiasm making up for my lack of experience.
My own dick is throbbing painfully now as I take him faster and deeper, pumping my fist in time with the slide of my swollen lips, tasting the tiny jets of precum squirting deep into my mouth. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he tries to keep his hands gentle against my scalp, and I know he’s holding back.
I don’t want that; I want him to lose control. I want him to feel as wild and as desperate as I do. I pull my mouth off his cock with a lewd pop, staring up into his eyes.
‘Fuck my mouth,’ I pant heavily, and his eyes darken. ‘I want it.’
‘Nat,’ he growls as his hands tighten in my hair.
‘Do it,’ I demand as I swallow his cock again and start up a fast and dirty pace.
His head falls back as he cries out, and he grips my hair so tightly and thrusts deep into my mouth.
Holy fucking shit. My dick hardens even more if that’s possible. I’m so turned on, the harder he grips me and the more he fucks my mouth, the more my cock throbs. Hell, maybe I’ve just discovered a kink of mine. My fist is wrapped around the base of his cock to stop him from going too far and choking me, and the thought of him using my mouth to take his pleasure is insanely hot.
I moan loudly around his dick, his eyes locked on me, flashing fiercely when he sees me reach down with my free hand, clutching the base of my cock desperately to stop myself from coming.
He growls out loudly, pumping his hips desperately. ‘Nat,’ he gasps out on a long-serrated groan. ‘Nat, I’m going to come.’
I can feel him pulling my head away, but I want it all. I grip tighter and suck harder until I hear him cry out and feel his cock explode in my mouth. Hot pulses of cum hit the back of my throat as I swallow, desperately trying to take it all, but there’s so much it leaks from the corner of my lips.
Beck grabs me roughly and yanks me up his body, so I’m splayed out on top of him, grabbing my arse with one hand and pulling me against him. Clutching my face to his with his other hand as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth tasting himself as he kisses me wildly.
The pressure against my cock as he grips my arse and forces me to grind on him is a sweet, painful pleasure. It’s too much for my overstimulated cock, and before he can even get his hand on my dick, I erupt against his stomach. I cry out into his mouth, his stomach slick with my spunk as I ride out one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.
As I come down from a high I’ve never felt before, I collapse against him, completely undone with my body and forehead pressed to his as we both try to drag in deep ragged breaths.
‘Jesus,’ Beck pants.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I bury my hot face in his neck.
‘Nat?’ he says softly, and I can feel his hand in my hair, almost tenderly now as he strokes my head. ‘Nat, what’s wrong?’
‘Icabeliicamlikth…’ I mumble in embarrassment, my face pressed so tightly to his skin the words are barely legible.
‘What?’ he replies with an amused chuckle, tugging on my hair lightly until I lift my face
enough to speak clearly.
‘I said, I can’t believe I came like that. I’m sorry I lost control,’ I huff. ‘It was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself from coming all over you. I was so turned on, I just…’
He pulls my head back further, forcing me to look into his eyes. ‘Are you kidding? You’re embarrassed because you came all over me?’’
‘Not exactly,’ I mumble. ‘I should’ve had more control, but I couldn’t hold back.’
‘Nat.’ His eyes soften. ‘You’ve just given me what is undoubtedly the most fucking intense blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. I came so hard I nearly blacked out, and you were so turned on from sucking my cock, you came hands free and covered me in your cum. It was fucking epic. This is the stuff Norse legends are made of.’
I huff out a half laugh. ‘I very much doubt that.’
‘Nat.’ His hands are gentle as they trace my swollen lips. ‘Never ever be embarrassed about anything we do. You losing control of your body and not being able to stop yourself from coming because you’re so aroused by pleasuring me, is the sexiest fucking thing ever.’
I nod slowly, my cheeks flushing again, as I settle down into his arms, but despite his words, I’m still a little unsure as it was the first blowjob I’ve ever given.
‘So.’ I trace the fine dusting of blonde hairs on his chest with absent swirls of my fingers. ‘It was okay then? You enjoyed it?’
He snorts loudly. ‘Nat, I came so hard it was nearly leaking out of your nostrils, what does that tell you?’
I lie there quietly for a moment. ‘I bet that never happened to Augustus Gloop.’
I hide my smile as the sound of his carefree laughter echoing through the room fills all those spaces inside me, I didn’t realise were empty.
