Chapter 16

Jenna

"Ouch!" I jerked my hand back from the stove and lifted my fingers to my lips. "Damn, that hurt."

One of the talents I was lacking sorely was cooking. I could pull together a few things, but I was beyond clumsy in the kitchen, which was weird, and not at all like me.

I reached for the oven mitt and covered my hand before trying to hold on to the pot handle. I'd almost whipped the mashed potatoes to perfection when the doorbell rang. Nerves rose up deep inside of me and spread out like tendrils.

"Coming," I called out, knowing that there was no way Nate could hear me. I stopped by the mirror near the front door and fixed my hair a little more. My V-neck fit me snugly, but my skirt flowed out, leaving my hips to be hidden a little. Or so I hoped. I opened the door and moved back as Nate smiled.

"Hi. You look good enough to eat." He moved into the apartment and closed the door behind him before wrapping his arms around me and leaning down to consume my mouth.

I tilted my head a little, opened up for his assault and let myself melt against him. His thick hard body molded against mine, fitting me almost too well. Strong, greedy hands ran over my hips and down my lower back to cup my ass softly as he kneaded my flesh.

"You didn't really need to cook dinner, baby. I just wanted an excuse to come over and make you howl my name." He nipped at my lips before grabbing the oven mitt from me and walking toward the kitchen. "Something is burning."

"Come in?" I reached out and put my hand on the wall next to me as the room spun. The passion between us was blistering hot. I only prayed he felt the same about it, but I doubted it. A man like him would likely never meet his match in the bedroom, but I wanted to at least be remembered as a girl who had given him a good run for his money.

"You can't cook pasta on high, Jenna." He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "You got something cold to drink?"

"Yeah. Wine and beer. Or I could make tea if you wanted."

"Beer sounds delicious. Grab me one and then take a seat. I love to cook. I'll take care of this."

Warmth traveled from the pit of my stomach out, racing down my arms and up my chest. My nipples ached as my bra rubbed over them. How he could turn me on so quickly was honestly disturbing, and yet there was little reason to fight it. I'd been dreaming about experiencing emotion like I was now for my whole life.

"You can cook, hmm?" I got him a beer, popped the top and moved toward him.

"Oh yeah. There isn't much I can't do." He took it and turned back to the stove as I moved up behind him and pressed myself to his back.

"You give a good spanking for sure." I rose up on my toes and brushed my lips by the back of his neck. "But the real question is whether you take them as well as you give them."

He laughed loudly, the sound causing my heart to flutter deep inside of my chest. I'd fallen in love with all the lies I'd made up about him over the last year. He was beyond dangerous in my mind, a murderer. A hitman like Erik. His nefarious ways had the law after him, and after one night in my bed, he would be gone... forever. It was tragic and yet sickly beautiful for some reason. Maybe I'd seen too many old love stories, but it felt fun to pretend either way.

"You're cute, baby girl. There's no spanking a man like me, but you could wrap your pretty arms around me and rub my dick while I finish up this mess you were making."

I snorted and wrapped my arms around him before pressing my cheek to his back. His muscles flexed and he groaned as I cupped his erection and slid my nails down it slowly.

"You're so direct," I whispered and cupped his balls, "and vulgar."

"You love it." He leaned forward, pulling me with him.

"I do." I brushed my nose down his back and breathed in deeply. "Nathaniel."

He stiffened in my arms. "What, baby?"

"Have you ever made love to a woman?" I needed to know. Where I wanted a night of fucking, maybe he needed something differently.

"No." His voice was almost too soft to hear.

I released him and walked toward the counter to pour myself another glass of wine. "Never been in love."

"No." He glanced over his shoulder. "You've got too much on. Take off that shirt and go put on a tank top. No bra. I wanna see your titties through the thin material. Tease me."

I stood there for a minute, a little surprised by his request, though it shouldn't have shocked me. The man was one hundred percent alpha asshole, or was he? There seemed to be a soft gooey center. I was just scared to find it.

"Now, Jenna. Don't make me ask again, princess." He didn't turn my way but somehow must have sensed me still standing there.

"All right. I'll be right back." I walked down the hall as my heart beat inside my chest much faster than I thought possible. My hands were sweaty, my thighs trembling again by the time I got back to my bedroom and pulled my shirt over my head. I found a lace camisole and a pair of see-through white panties to change into. It took longer than I wanted it to because of my hands shaking so fucking bad.

"Stop it." I moved in front of my full-length mirror and growled. My breasts were too big, as were my hips. "I can't do this."

"Yeah, you can." He stood in the open door.

I yelped. "Tell someone when you're coming down the hall. Shit. You scared me."

"Nothing to be scared of while I'm here, angel. I'd never let anything happen to you." He licked at his fingers. "It's gonna be a long night, and I'm not using a condom with you."

"Yes, you are." I put my hand on my hip and gave him a stern look.

He turned his back to me and pulled his shirt over his head. "No, I'm not. Better make sure your pills are up to date."

"Nate. We're not fucking if you don't have a rubber." I walked down the hall after him, my angst lost to the new situation at hand. "I don't know where you've had your dick. It's not happen-"

He turned and snatched me up, grabbing my hips and lifting me as he pressed me to the wall in the hallway. I wrapped my legs around him as the picture beside us dropped to the ground and shattered.

"My dick hasn't been anywhere unguarded by a condom." He gripped my hands and held me to the wall by the firm press of his thick body. Forcing my hands above my head, he ground into me and kissed the side of my throat. "Me threatening our night together had you forgetting all about how you looked, didn't it?"

"Asshole." I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned as he rocked against me over and over. The pressure against my clit had me twitching, whispering for him to fuck me right there in the hallway.

"How close are you?" He ran his tongue up the side of my throat and pressed his teeth into the soft lobe of my ear.

"So close," I mumbled and pressed my face against his neck.

"Good. Let's take the edge off." He moved us back from the wall and toted me into the living room.

I grumbled when he set me down. He dropped down on the couch. "Sit on my lap."

"Take your jeans off."

"You're not in charge here, Jenna. Sit on my lap or go back down the hall and get dressed." He lifted his hand toward me. "Sit on my lap, baby. Now."

I huffed softly, rolled my eyes and turned around to drop down on his lap. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulled me down, nestling his erection between my ass cheeks. The pressure felt naughty. Delicious.

"Lean back." He pulled me back and pressed his mouth against my ear again as he rolled his fingers over my nipples one at a time. "Fuck yourself for me."

"What?" I stiffened. "No. You're here. I don't want fingers."

"Too bad. I want to experience what it would be like to watch you fuck yourself when you're alone, thinking of me."

"You assume I think about you." I whimpered as he slid his hand down my stomach and cupped my pussy.

"Do it for me, and there isn't anything you can't have from me tonight."

A tremor ran down my spine. "What if I want something you're not willing to give me?"

"Nothing is off limits if you do this for me." He moved my panties to the side. "Join me down here. Punish yourself and use my name when you gush, all right?"

His soft lips and wet tongue bathed the side of my neck as he rolled his hips, grinding his cock against my ass.

Fear washed over me, but I ignored it. I wanted everything from him that night, and if all he wanted was to watch me, or rather hear me fuck myself, whatever. I'd done it a zillion times.

I ran my hand past his, scratching his fingers before sliding my middle finger down my folds and rimming myself. I moaned loudly as my body demanded penetration.

"That's it, naughty girl. Work that tight little slit. Open it up for me. I got a lot of dick I'm going to force into that sweet hole." He brushed his fingers over my clit and I cried out again. "You drive in hard, now. I'll worry about your sweet spots."

I nodded and pressed my fingers deep inside of me as I spread my legs farther. It felt so fucking good to have him pressed against my back, promising to give me anything I wanted as I worked my fingers faster and faster into my body.

"So close."

"Whisper my name like you do when I'm not here, Jenna. You do it, don't you?" He pinched my clit and I cried out, arching my back as I screamed his name. "Tell me what you ask me to do to you, baby girl. What dirty desires do you whisper to yourself? Speak out loud for me. I need to know so I can take care of you tonight."

"Oh God. Nate, please don't-"

"Say it, Jenna. Say what you say when I'm not here."

Never in a million years had I imagined myself capable of being so open with someone. "Please."

"Now." He growled against my neck and pushed my hand aside, taking my place with three thick fingers. His palm pressed to my clit, massaging it intently as I moaned like a whore in heat. "There we go. Tell me. I need to hear it."

"I need you so bad, Nate." My voice shook. "Touch me everywhere. Take me. Own me. Fuck me until I don't know anything but you."

"Yeah, Jenna. Where am I fucking you, princess? In your sweet pussy? Your ass? Want me throat deep in your pretty mouth?"

"All of it." I cried out again as electricity built up in my stomach. "Spread me open and violate me. Don't stop until you're done with me until you've had all you can handle."

"What else, lover?" He sucked my ear into his mouth and ground against my ass.

"Don't stop ever..."

"Not even when you ask me to?" He moved his free hand down to tap on my clit while he pumped his fingers deeper into my body.

Sweat collected at the base of my back, the top of my lip, below my breasts. I cried out as the orgasm hit. "No, not even when I ask you to."

I sat up and bounced on his fingers, losing myself in the moment. "More. More, Nate. Please don't stop fucking me."

"Why would you let a man violate you like that, Jenna?" He moved up behind me and pressed his teeth into the back of my shoulder.

"No. Don't. Please." I rode the high of the orgasm and dropped back against him as it subsided. "Don't do that. It will ruin everything."

He gripped my face tightly and forced me to look over at him. His lips were soft, his tongue thick and hard as he drove it into my mouth in quick, deep thrusts. "Tell me. It's not going to ruin everything. Why would you let a bastard like me fuck you until I was sated? What kind of woman does that?"

Tears filled my eyes. "Don't."

"Tell me. Now, baby." He kissed me again and cupped my sex, rubbing the pads of his fingers through the wetness that dripped from my body. "Tell me, Jenna. I need to hear it."

I took a quick breath and closed my eyes. "A woman in love with a man."

"With a stranger?" He pressed his fingers back inside of me.

I nodded and bit my lip as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"No crying, princess. Go clear the table and get on it. I'm not fucking you tonight. I'm not sure I could handle it, but I'll leave you with a few sweet memories." He patted my pussy once more as I started to fight him on his decision to leave before we fucked.

"I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, you should have. It changes everything." He pushed at my back. “Get on the table. Now."

I got up and walked to the table, messing with my hair and trying to figure out how me confessing that I was in love with him and him hightailing it out of there was a fucking good thing. Didn't feel so good.

After putting all the plates together, and clearing off the table, I climbed up on it and rested my ass on my heels as my knees pressed into the wood beneath me.

"What do you want from me, Nate?"

"Everything." He licked the spoon with white sauce on it and walked toward me, extending the spoon to me. "Would you give me everything? Could you?"

"I don't know." I reached out and he jerked the spoon back and shook his head. I huffed and moved forward, letting him keep hold of the spoon as I licked the sauce off. The way he watched me made me feel beautiful. Wanted.

"Lay down on your back and bring your head to the edge of the table. Let me know if you get light headed."

I wanted to question everything but decided against it. I turned and laid on my back, scooting to the very edge of the table as he reached for his belt.

"Don't hurt me," I whispered and reached for his zipper as we worked together to get his jeans off. His cock sprung from his pants, and for a minute, I panicked. I'd never taken a man anywhere near his size into my mouth.

"Never. Just let me know if you need a minute. Breathe through your nose and pretend to be my little slut, all right?"

The mention of something so naughty and vile had my pulse ticking along every pleasure point.

"All right. I'll try." I moved closer and leaned my head back a little as he gripped his cock and brushed it by my lips, playing with me. Teasing me.

I reached up and grabbed him, stilling his motions, and rolled my tongue over his thick head. "Stop playing games already."

"Hmmm... so demanding." He pushed at my shoulders a little and lifted one leg to press his knee beside my head. He was hovering above me seconds later, his thick cock driving into my mouth in slow, deep strokes. I moaned around the mouthful and gripped his thighs tightly as my gag reflex played with me. "Through your nose, lover."

Closing my eyes, I concentrated on breathing and enjoyed the flavor of his flesh against my tongue. I jerked up, almost choking myself as he leaned over farther and pressed his mouth to my center, opening me up with the sweet press of his tongue. I'd only let one guy eat me out, and it was a horrible experience.

"So delicious and thick, Jenna. Don't hold back when you come. I won't." He rolled his hips and filled my mouth and into the top of my throat with his thick shaft. I almost patted his legs to tell him it was too much, but he took my mind quickly off what I was doing to what I was feeling.

I lifted my legs and held on tight as the world disappeared and all that mattered was the bad boy above me, drilling into me, lapping at me, promising me so much more than I thought I might be able to handle.

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere and my back bowed as I lifted up off the table.

"Mmmhmmm," he mumbled against my flesh. "Let it go. Let me drink it."

I opened my mouth and cried out as I gave myself over to him fully. He took his time working me through the orgasm and cleaning me up afterward.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and moved back to stand at the edge of the table. "Come a little closer and let's finish this."

I shivered and moved back toward him as he gripped his dick. After letting out a shaky breath, I reached for him and pulled him back into the warmth of my mouth. His groans filled up my kitchen and within minutes, he spilled inside of me, taking his time and letting his hands run all over me as he worked through the orgasm.

"You're not the only one falling in love." He pulled out of me and dropped down to his knees, kissing my lips and face as I panted softly. "Just give me a little bit of time. I need to figure some shit out."

"Don't make it too long, Nate. I don't want to think you've run away from me."

He brushed my hair back. "No fucking way. I'm addicted to you. It just complicates things."

"I don't understand."

He kissed me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

I groaned and he ran his hand between my breasts as our eyes met.

"You don't need to, baby. Just trust me. I know you don't know me. But trust me. I'm gonna fix everything."

I nodded and pulled him down for another long string of kisses, praying like hell he would stay the night and finish what he started. He wouldn't, but the longing for completion would pull us back together before too long. It had to.

I needed it too fucking bad.