6
HOLLY
Okay. So I didn’t come here to have sex with Nate, but somehow I’m on the floor and he’s between my legs. I can’t even pretend to be mad at myself. I thought it would be fun to come here and surprise him; I had no idea it would end up being some sexually charged flirt fest.
His lips graze down the inside of my thighs, sending chills of pleasure up and down my spine. My hips buck from the floor momentarily at his teasing. The breath leaps from my lips in short and fast whispers. With each kiss he’s moving up the inside of my thighs toward the spot at my center, and the anticipation is killing me.
I feel so vulnerable like this, laying here with my legs open to him, presenting everything. I was a little terrified when he first laid me down, but the carnal hunger in his deep green eyes put all my fears to one side. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man look at me like that before. If I wasn’t turned on already it would have been enough to do it. He reaches the top of my thigh and brushes his lips over my hip bone, across my stomach and over to the other side. If I knew any better, I’d say that he’s deliberately avoiding me there, and it’s sending me absolutely wild.
“You’re teasing me—” I whimper through a breathless moan. His eyes flash up to meet mine with a wicked glint, confirming that my suspicions are correct.
“Going fun is never fast for anyone.” He says. His hot breath tickles my skin and does electrifying things to my body. Another whimper of lust escapes my lips and my hips rock toward him involuntarily. He can sense that I’ve waited long enough, and he finally lowers his mouth and kisses me there.
Fire floods my body as his lips gently purse against my sex. My lungs draw in a long hard breath of much needed air, and my whole body tenses momentarily as it adjusts to the warmth of his touch. He starts at the bottom, and works his way up slowly, with neat and tidy kisses, until he reaches my clit. When he gets there, he takes my bud in his mouth and sucks on it gently, drawing fire to the surface of my skin.
I throb with an ache for him to be inside of me. His lips have barely been on my sex and I already know that I’m in deep trouble. His affection is addictive. It’s stronger than any drug, and it pulls me down into a maddening obsession, like a stone sinking into a deep lake of lust.
“You taste utterly divine.” He says through breathless whispers while pushing his tongue out to meet me. He draws the broad and flat surface up my wet line in an agonizingly slow pace, taking his time from the base all the way to the top. Once there, he flicks it around my clit and sucks at it again, sending more jolts of electric up and down my body.
My lips gasp his name as a loud and short cry. I slap one hand across my mouth to try to stifle myself while my other hand comes up to palm at my breast. Nate curls his hands around my thighs and pulls me toward him, draping my calves over the top of his shoulders. I open my legs, allowing him to get a better vantage and writhe on the floor with my eyes closed as his lips work their magic on me.
Thoughts of Lucas come into my mind, and I can’t help but draw comparisons between him and Nate. If I put it bluntly, there is no comparison. Lucas rarely went down on me in the few months that we were together, and he wasn’t that keen when he did. Like all aspects of our sex life, it was just another mediocre act that felt unfulfilled and a little awkward. I just assumed it was something wrong with me. Lucas always seemed to get off when I was returning the affection, but things always felt a little one sided.
“It’s probably just because you're frigid.” He’d say. I’d always believed him up until now. Now I’ve got Notorious Nate Rogers between my legs, and I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life.
My pussy clenches tight with need as Nate pushes his tongue inside of me ever so slightly. Another quiet whimper escapes my lips, and a silent grin is spread across my face. Every touch is ectasy, and there’s a pressure building inside of me that feels unfamiliar, but very welcome.
He pushes a finger against my slit and massages me in small circles. Next thing, he’s sliding inside of me, his thick digit moving against my wet walls. My juices are running down the insides of my thighs I’m so wet with him. I clench around him and yelp as he curls his thick pad up, stroking me on my spot. My whole body judders and shakes at the touch. He rolls his pad back and forth while nursing at my clit with his thick lips.
Oh fuck. I think I’m—I can’t be—I am.
I’m fucking coming.
The orgasm comes from nowhere, sending my whole body into a tense ecstasy. I scrunch my eyes tight, and fight for breath while waves of pleasure roll over my body. I’m so wet and ready, there’s only one thing I want now, and that is to feel him inside of me.
“I want you Nate.” I crow while lifting my head up to look at him. “I want you now. Please.”
I don’t know why I’m begging for this. I told myself before I came here that sex was a bad idea. Now I’m here on my back begging for it, and the fire in Nate’s eyes suggests this is exactly what he wanted.
He crawls up my body and kisses me. My salty juice covers his lips, and I suck it off feverishly, only getting more turned on by tasting myself on him. His body presses against mine, his crotch crushing against my dripping pussy as his hips dig against me. I feel the long, wide oak of his cock behind the fabric of his boxers. He’s practically branding me with his iron, and I clench hard, relishing at how good he feels against me. He can brand me all he wants, I want a permanent mark etched right across my sex. As far as I’m concerned it’s his and his alone.
But I’m not his alone. I’m just another conquest on a list that already stretches on forever.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says. “I’ve never been with a woman like you before.”
The words sound so genuine, but I have no way of telling if he means them. My brain conjures up some montage of him saying this exact line to a thousand girls that look a hundred times better than me. It hurts, and I try to shake the thought off.
“Do you have protection?” I ask while trying to forget about his history.
He rolls across the floor and grabs his wallet from his trousers and pulls a condom from inside. He comes back over, slides his boxers down to his ankles and—oh my god.
My eyes fixate on the throbbing oak that is jutting up in the air before me. There’s no way that thing can be real. Can it?
He tears the square foil and rolls the condom down his third leg. I still can’t get over how big he is. His eyes meet mine and he sees the shock.
“Will it—will it fit?” I look down at the monster again, half terrified and half fascinated.
“We’ll take it slow. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
Before I know it, he’s back on top of me again, and I’m kissing him, raking my hands over the hard muscles of his back. My legs are open for him, and my wetness is pressed hard against the lumbering oak which burns across my stomach. Every inch of my pussy is drenched with want for him, and every inch of me is throbbing with the desire to have him inside of me.
I hate to draw comparisons again, but everything Nate has done so far has been night and day compared to Lucas. His first and only concern so far seems to have been my pleasure, and I get the impression that he really enjoys having me as the center of attention.
It’s not just his attitude either, it’s obvious that Nate has worked hard on his body, and feeling the hard curves of his muscles underneath my hands is a welcome contrast from Lucas’s flabby old dad bod. There’s even a significant difference in the crotch department. Lucas had me so convinced that my inability to enjoy sex was all my fault. Maybe it had something to do with his pencil dick?
Nate’s lips draw down my neck, bringing me back to reality. I don’t know what is up with my brain, but it seems hell bent on ruining this good thing for me. I stare down at Nate’s cock, which is bobbing in the air just above my pussy, he’s going slow and taking his time to tease me, I can tell, but I want to reach out and touch it. So I do.
My hand barely grasps around the broad girth of his oak. I run my palm up and down his shaft, marveling at its heat and hardness. Nate guides the thick pad of his thumb over my clit, moving in time with my stroking.
“Are you ready?” His voice burns through the air like fire. I swear he could make me come with sound alone.
I give him a tentative nod although I’m not sure if I am ready. He nestles between my legs, with one hand on his cock. His eyes are back on my body again.
“I can’t put into words just how beautiful you are.”
Sure you can. You probably just do it with every other girl you’re with. He flattens the bottom of his cock against my pussy and rolls his hips up and down, sliding against me. Fuck it feels so good, and it’s just another way for him to tease me at the last minute. I want this so bad, so why can’t I stop thinking of ways to fuck this up?
Because this isn’t a one time thing for you. You’re already broken, and you’re already fragile. You can’t just let him in to do more damage.
That’s when I realize why I’m so apprehensive. I’m not just some girl that can have a random fling. I’ve never been the type to go out and have a one night stand, so just what am I doing here? Nate seems to sense that something is wrong, because he’s pulled back, and the mischievous glint is fading from his eyes.
“Is everything okay?” He asks.
No. Maybe. I don’t know.
“It’s fine. It’s just—I don’t know if I want to do this.”
“Do what?”
Be another notch on your bedpost? Be another trophy on a shelf that is already full of trophies? His body has a way of making me feel like I’m the most important girl in the world, and his mouth has a way of feeding me the most thoughtful words, but I know it’s all an act. He’s Notorious Nate Rogers for fuck sake, and here I am, letting my heart get carried away and imagining this is something more than it is.
Sleeping with Nate now isn’t going to make me feel better, and I’m only going to feel a hundred times worse next week when he’s gone and not returning my messages anymore. I suddenly feel very aware of how naked I am, and I start to feel ugly. He’s an expert womanizer, and he managed to disarm my insecurities long enough to almost break down my barrier. He’d probably say anything to get with me. Sex is the only thing that Nate Rogers is interested in. None of this was genuine, none of it means anything to him.
I scramble for my clothes and pull them on quickly.
“I just can’t do this. I’m sorry. It’s not right. It’s not me. I’m not like this. I’m not this person.”
I dress silent and fast, catching a glimpse of the hurt in his eyes as I do so.
“…okay.” Nate gets up off the floor and dresses too. “Was it something I said?”
I force myself to look into his eyes properly, and I feel torn at seeing the hurt inside of them.
“It’s nothing you did, it’s just—” I’m just a fucking idiot, and I can’t bring myself to trust anyone after being burned too many times before. Maybe there’s a chance that he is a good guy? Maybe this wasn’t for show? Maybe there really was a connection here between us?
His phone buzzes on the side somewhere in the room, reminding me of what he is. Both of our eyes follow the sound then fall back on each other again. I register the thought in his eyes, he seems to understand what is happening here.
“It’s not like that Holly.” He says. “You’re not like the others, I’ve never felt—”
I lift my hand up, forcing him to stop. The promise of something beautiful is hanging in the air between us, and I can’t bear to hear it. There’s a chance that he meant every word and every kiss, but this is Notorious. He’s the womanizer. That’s just who he is. I was the one stupid enough to go and want more from it.
“Please, it’s nothing you’ve done Nate. I know who you are, and I know what you want from life. I came here to have fun and distract myself from the crap that is bringing me down. I thought it would make me feel better. It’s not fair to you. This though—” I gesture to the floor where we were both naked moments before. “I’m not the type of girl that does this. I’ll only end up getting hurt, and you’ll just end up feeling like a bad guy.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head. “It’s probably best that I go.”
Go home and forget that you ever existed. It’s the best thing I can do for myself right now.
“Let’s do something later this week?” He asks, hope still hinging on his voice.
“Yeah, maybe.”
I get out of there without giving him another chance to say anything, fighting to keep the tears held back all the while. We won’t be seeing each other again if I know what’s good for me. I just can’t take that risk.