Nate

If someone told me two weeks ago that I’d be in my car ready to fuck Addilyn I would have laughed in their face. It’s not my way. Never has been. But damn, there’s something about her I can’t resist, and right now my only thought is slamming my hard cock into her.

I pull my boxers off, her eyes widening and I chuckle. I know damn well she wasn’t expecting to see my piercing.

“Addilyn, don’t be scared. Wait until you see what I can do with it. Have you ever felt one before?” She looks at me and bites down on her bottom lip before looking back at my cock. She shakes her head ‘no’ but licks her lips. “You like that idea though, don’t you? Have my cock inside you, seeing what it feels like with this piercing rubbing on you, making you scream my name while you come.”

I grab a condom out of my wallet and roll it over myself while she watches. The car is heavy with the scent of her arousal and it turns me on even more. I kiss her again needing to have her taste as I tease her, rubbing my cock against her wet cunt.

“We’ll figure this out, you and I. Right now let’s just enjoy this,” I say, kissing her swollen lips.

Before she can respond, I slowly push inside her tight heat, and holy fuck does it feel amazing.

“Oh fuck,” she moans out. Her eyes are closed, but I smile anyway knowing she likes how it feels.

I pin her hands above her head, hitting the door as I start to really move. I can feel her tightening on me already so I pick up the pace. She is meeting me thrust for thrust making my eyes roll back in my head. She grabs onto my ass trying to slightly tell me she wants it harder.  

“Addilyn, tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it,” I groan out.

She opens her eyes and the desire I see is unfathomable. “Fuck me Nate. Hard.”  

Fuck. I use one hand to hold her arms up and the other I bring down to her tit. I bite onto one nipple and pinch the other while I slam into her. She moans and throws her head back hitting our hands. I do this over and over causing her to shout out my name. Her pussy tightens on me and she’s going to come. I reach down and rub tiny circles on her clit.  

“Oh my God, it feels so good, I’m going to come,” she yells.

I nip her earlobe and lick. “That’s right Addilyn, come on me. I want to feel you.” She lets out a scream and I feel her clench her hands.

“Nate,” she moans as her orgasm crashes over her. I start pumping into her even harder making her orgasm go on and on. That’s one of the best parts of this cock ring, pleasing her over and over. I feel my balls tightening and my body going rigid. I’m going to come and let it take over. Throwing my head back, I growl out her name.

After we both recover and begin to breathe normally, I kiss her slow and sweet trying to let her know how fucking amazing this was. I let go of her hands and she wraps her arms around my waist, rubbing my back. She breaks the kiss and searches my eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I ask, searching her beautiful face.

She smiles and brushes the hair out of my eyes. “Not at all. It was...fuck.”

Kissing her quickly, I sink my fingers into her thick hair. “Well said.”

We hold onto each other for much longer than we should and both finally decide we need to get back. They are going to question where we’ve been, but I couldn’t give a shit. I’ve never felt this way about someone and facing the family right now is nothing compared to the way she makes my heart race.

Getting out of the car, I grab a hold of her hand, kissing her quickly as we walk through the front door. It’s as though we walk in still naked. Everyone stops what they’re doing and stares. You could hear a fucking pin drop in the deafening silence.

“Addilyn, you hired Nate to be your boyfriend?” Bridget asks, standing up from the table.

Fuck.

“What?” she shrieks.

“Matt was outside when you left and said you told Nate you paid him to be your boyfriend. What the hell is going on here? This whole thing has been what? A game, a well rehearsed play? You owe us some answers Addie,” her mother says.

Everyone’s still sitting down except for Bridget, but they are all staring. I need to jump in and explain it may have started out that way but it’s ending happily. Before I can though, Addilyn drops my hand.

She crosses her arms, moving closer to the table. “LIke you gave me any choice?”

What the hell?

“How was I supposed to come home without someone, Mom? You’ve made it perfectly clear that my life is nothing unless I have a boyfriend, so yeah I got one. I would have rather paid someone to be with me than deal with listening to you,” she says, a bit too loudly.

“Excuse me?” Bridget asks, clutching her chest.

“Oh stop with your fake drama, Mom.”

“Hey, don’t talk to your mother like that,” Charles chimes in.

Suddenly everyone is yelling and I’m standing here like a damn fool. Not because I haven’t said anything, no, it’s because Addilyn isn’t saying anything to defend the fact that we have feelings for each other. She’s yelling about how she had to hire me and she didn’t want to do it but there was no other choice. Not once does she mention what it’s turned into.

“Run.” I turn my head and Andrew moves to stand next to me. “Take my advice and get the fuck out while you can. It’ll never stop. The fighting, the standing back, the feeling of being less. It only gets worse. Do yourself a favor and get as far away as soon as possible. Trust me man, you don’t want to stick it out.”

Walking away? That’s his advice to me? How am I supposed to walk away when an hour ago I was balls deep inside her?

“How am I supposed to trust you now? You’ve ruined Christmas,” Bridget cries out.

“I’ve ruined Christmas? Mom, I’ve been telling you for years how happy I am being single. I’ve told you I wanted to focus on my career, my independence, my happiness. But that wasn’t what you wanted. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years. So yeah, I felt so much pressure from you that I went and hired a boyfriend. Do you know how pathetic that is? How unbelievably desperate you need to be to do that? That’s how you make me feel. So don’t talk about how I ruined Christmas, because you’re the reason I’ve been living this fake fucking life for two weeks,” Addilyn yells, holding tightly onto the table.

“You seemed so perfect together,” Abigail observes.

“No shit. It’s amazing what money can buy isn’t it?” Addilyn replies.

Ouch. What the fuck? Pulling the small box out of my pocket wrapped in red, that I bought for Addilyn this morning. “Merry Christmas,” I mumble, tossing it on the coffee table.

Without anyone even noticing, I head upstairs and pack my bag. Writing out a quick note for Addilyn, I toss it on the bed before walking out the front door. Obviously I felt something she didn’t. Don’t get me wrong I’m all about just sex, it’s my usual way. But it was different with her. For me at least it was and I’m sure as fuck not going to keep pretending.

She wanted a life without a guy, she’s got it. Merry fucking Christmas to me.