Chapter 15

Bonnie

The music stopped suddenly, or perhaps it didn’t. But Nash had stopped moving.

“Why did you agree to come here?” Nash asked, when I least expected him to. I had been so lost for the past few minutes, in our rhythmic dancing motions, that it could very well have been several hours. My face was on his chest, my eyes were closed. I could feel his beating heart against my cheek.

When I heard the words, my head jerked up and I looked at him. Nash’s eyes looked a dark gray, nearly black and his face was harsh. He was glaring at me like I had done something wrong.

“Because you asked me to come,” I said, at a loss for words. Had he not wanted me to come? What had I done wrong? I was afraid that I had displeased him. I was afraid that our moment was going to end and he was going to push me away. That all this had just been a fantasy.

He dropped my hand, so now only my other hand on the fabric of his jacket was keeping us connected. I didn’t want to lose that touch. I had come so close to having him. It was impossible to bear.

“I asked you, yes. But why did you agree? I didn’t expect you to say yes,” he said, after some moments of silence. He looked like there was some sort of internal struggle going on inside him. Like he didn’t want to look at me anymore. I was worried that he thought he had made a mistake. That he despised me after all.

“Did you not want me to say yes? Didn’t you want me to come?” I asked, aware of the strain in my voice. I had never sounded this desperate, this vulnerable before. I knew I was leaving my heart bare. If he wanted to, he could peep right in and see what the truth was. I felt naked and exposed under his glare.

“Damn you, Bonnie Calhoun,” he growled in a voice I had never heard before. I gasped because I felt his hand on my belly and the force with which he pushed me. My body swayed and my back pressed against the cold brick of the banister. He had pinned me to it.

“You’re going to pay for coming here. You’re going to regret saying yes,” he mumbled and my mouth hung open.

Nash loomed over me, leaning my body backward so that my torso was now unsupported. My head was bending over, hanging over the rose bush in the garden below. His face hovered over mine, his eyes locked on my face. Behind his head, the moon created a halo around his hair and in the clear night sky, I could see all the stars.

My heart was beating hard against my chest, as his hand traveled from my belly, where he was holding me, up my torso, to my neck. Gently, just barely grazing my skin, until he reached my jaw.

Our breaths locked together when he kissed me. This time his kiss was hungry, like he had not planned it and hadn’t been able to control himself. He was right. He was making me pay. But I didn’t regret it, not for a moment. Nash’s mouth on mine was the biggest high I could ever have. And I wanted more.

The same peppermint breath, and this time his tongue found its way into my mouth. I was breathless with desire and my hands sought out the buttons on his jacket.

“Not so fast,” he said, pulling away from me. His hands caught mine, and he yanked them away from his clothes. He wasn’t going to let me undress him. But I so desperately wanted to feel his bare skin under my fingertips.

But then his hand was on my waist again, trailing down this time. Over my butt, which he squeezed. And then his fingers found the slit in my dress. I gasped again when I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. He was feeling my skin like it was a piece of cloth that he was studying the texture of. I wanted more and more, and his hand trailed upward toward my throbbing wet core.

“Are you regretting this yet?” he asked, looking at me with his darkened narrowed eyes.

I shook my head, my voice caught in my throat. Regret? Was he kidding me?

His fingers only lightly grazed my wet panties, and I arched my back, thrusting my body toward him. He caught my right breast with one hand, and with his other he pulled my panties aside.

I knew what was going to happen next, but I still didn’t expect the feeling. The surprise and the explosion of pleasure when Nash thrust two of his fingers inside me. Sliding them easily, but purposefully. My body quivered, shaking against his, and he squeezed my breast.

“But wait, there’s more,” he said with a devious smile, thrusting his fingers in and out in a quick rhythmic motion. I shut my eyes, clutching his jacket with both my hands. I craned my neck, my head still hanging over the railing, my body draped over the edge. Nash held me to him, while his fingers continued to slide in and out of me. My feet were barely touching the ground.

Within moments, I knew I was going to come. The anticipation, all those years of wanting him… and now, when the moment was here, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Nash, I…” I raised my head up to look at him. My eyelids were heavy and drooping. I was in a daze of pleasure. My body was doing all the talking.

“Come for me, Bonnie,” he whispered, increasing the speed of his thrusting. He was stroking me there, in my core. He had found the spot that was going to make me come. My nails dug into his flesh as I winced. Throwing my head back again, I curled my toes in my expensive heels as I came.

But Nash didn’t stop. He held on to my breast with one hand, and the fingers of the other still worked inside me.

My breasts heaved, pressing against his chest as he remained over me. When my breathing began to normalize a little and I opened my eyes, he started pulling his fingers out of me. That smile on his face was wide and satisfied.

“Show me what you can do,” he said and stepped away from me suddenly. The smooth material of my dress slipped back into place as he took a few paces away from me.

I could still hardly believe it. My body was reeling from the explosion that had just occurred. I bit down on my lip as I watched him.

Nash Preston in his expensive tailored suit, with those perfectly punishing eyes, with that square jaw, his arms at his side. He was asking me what I could do? I had only fantasized about this moment before.

I fell to my knees, still keeping my face tilted up to him. Nash was grinning, looking down at me with expectation. His erection thrust against the front of his pants. My vision had adjusted well to the darkness by now, and I could see how big his cock had grown.

“Not until you show me what you have,” I said, arching my back, with my palms on the floor of the balcony.

Nash gave a short laugh. He was amused, or was pretending to be, because his face gave away how turned on he was. His eyes were glazed over, and he was glaring at me with a fixed determinedness. Within moments, he had unbuckled his pants, unzipping them so that they fell to the floor in a heap around his ankles.

No boxers, which meant a full view. And that cock was even more than I had imagined. This man had everything. He grabbed himself, pointing his throbbing rock hard cock at me.

“Now you see,” he said and I nodded, sitting up on my haunches. My back was straight, as I reached both my hands to the back of my head. I shook my hair as it tumbled down in a golden curtain around my shoulders, barely grazing the back of my waist. Nash’s eyes glimmered as my hair fell.

Then I reached for the nearly invisible zipper on the side of my dress. While I pulled it down, I kept my eyes on Nash. He was stroking himself, harder now, watching me with a harsh manic glare. Just like me, Nash was out of his mind.

My breasts popped out in full view as I slid my dress down. It bunched at my waist, as I remained on the floor, looking up at him.

“What are you going to do now?” Nash asked. His voice had grown hoarse, and I could see that he was struggling. I had barely done anything yet, and he was already losing control.

I grabbed my breasts with both my hands. With my thumbs and forefingers, I pinched my nipples. They were hard and sensitive to the touch. I winced and threw my head back from the feeling. When I straightened, I saw that Nash’s hand was working away at his cock. That massive velvety cock that I wanted inside me. I had just had an orgasm, but I wanted more. This time, I wanted him to use his cock to make me come.

“Damn, Bonnie, fuck,” Nash growled under his breath as he watched me tease my nipples. My hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders as I continued to pinch and pull my nipples. Keeping my eyes on Nash, I imagined his mouth on them. I was so close to coming again.

I heard him grunt, and then he was coming. His neck grew red and thick, and he kept his glazed ferocious eyes on me as he orgasmed. His cock moved in his hand. I was entranced by his orgasm. How absolutely powerful he looked. How strong and athletic the muscles on his legs were. How his cock looked so big even though his hands were also massive.

Nash grunted again, as he finished. His free hand shot out, and he grabbed the banister to lean on it. His breath was choked up; his neck was still red. And I remained sitting on the ground, with my dress bunched up at my waist.

Nash looked at me, panting. Was I supposed to say something? Was this going to turn out to be another one of those moments when he pushed me away?

He smiled, and I almost cried out with the gush of emotions I was feeling.

“I wonder what boring things the others are up to?” he said and I couldn’t help myself, I burst out laughing.

Nash smiled and bent forward to pick up his pants. I took his cue and started sliding my dress back up. Well, at least he wasn’t going to be rude about it. Maybe Nash Preston wasn’t the big asshole I always thought he was. But it had only been a few minutes since we both came. It could have been too early to judge him yet.

“Should we head back in and mingle with the gentry?” he asked, zipping up his pants. He extended a hand to me, which I caught to help me back up. I beamed at him, a happy satisfied smile.

“Lead the way, good sir,” I joked and he gave me his arm. I must be dreaming.