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 with 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.