Page 33 of Ruthless Riches
“I still owe you,” he muttered, moving his mouth to my left ear.
“For what?”
He nipped at my earlobe, making me gasp again. “You know what.”
Understanding finally dawned on me. I’d completely forgotten about yesterday’s blowjob in the car. After the creepy text I got in the park, sexual favors were the last thing on my mind, and I spent the night fretting, every thought laced with concern.
Now, with Nate’s lips and hands on me, all I could think about was sex. Liquid fire threaded every muscle, turning me into a panting mess of desire.
Nate dropped my wrists and sank to his knees in front of me. His hands slid up my dress and hooked in the sides of my panties. Then he slowly pulled them down, keeping his eyes on my face. I bit my lip and stared down at him, legs trembling uncontrollably.
He lifted my dress and buried his face between my thighs, tongue probing deeply with stabbing strokes. When he started circling my clit, it didn’t take long for me to slide toward the edge. I was already primed from all the touching and kissing, ready to burst.
I came with a loud, gasping moan, legs shaking and twitching. The only thing keeping me standing was Nate’s powerful hands, pressed up against my thighs as his mouth continued to work its magic. He moved his lips and tongue like a maestro, playing my body until another climax slammed through me.
It wasn’t enough. All these weeks without sex had left me feeling desperate and empty. I hadn’t even realized until Nate pushed me up against that wall, but now the floodgates were well and truly open.
“Nate,” I panted, gripping his thick hair in my hands. “I need more.”
He pulled his head away and looked up at me. “We can’t,” he said, sliding one finger up to my entrance. Slowly, torturously, he pressed it inside, groaning as he felt how wet I was for him.
“Please,” I begged, pulling on his hair. “Fuck me.”
“We can’t,” he repeated. “Not for three days. Unless…”
“Unless what?” I asked, dizzy with need.
He slowly withdrew his finger and rose to his full height, eyes alight with lust. His hands captured my wrists again, but instead of pinning them above my head like before, he used them to make me spin around and face the wall. “Spread your legs,” he growled against my ear.
I braced my hands on the wall and did as he said. Then I arched my back for good measure. I heard Nate unzip his pants and free his erection, and my already hypersensitive skin flushed even hotter as one hand coasted over my bare ass.
“We have to go slow,” he muttered, rubbing his shaft over my cheeks. “You can’t move at all.”
“I know,” I whispered, already wishing it wasn’t true. I wanted it hard and fast. I wanted him to fuck me roughly in every hole. But we couldn’t. Not until I was better.
Nate kept teasing me, rubbing himself over my entrance. My pussy clenched, empty and greedy, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out with frustration. Finally, he eased himself inside me and began to thrust, hips grinding and rolling excruciatingly slowly.
I wanted to move so badly. Wanted to turn around, jump into Nate’s arms and wrap my legs around his waist. Wanted to let him throw me on the bed and twist me into all sorts of positions until I came apart, pulsing and screaming.
Instead, all I could do was stay as still as possible, bracing my hands on the wall to keep myself steady as he slid in and out of me.
He moved one hand around to my front, stroking the already-sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. A spasm of tingling heat rolled through me, and I moaned, willing myself to remain frozen in place.
Nate thrust into me again, stretching me until I was completely full. My lips parted in a soundless scream as he hit a sweet spot inside me, and the slow-building pressure in my core finally reached a tipping point and exploded outward, sending me spiraling into another orgasm.
Nate held me steady as I quivered against the wall, whimpering and panting. One last torturously-slow thrust brought him to the edge too, and he groaned through his climax, lowering his head to my shoulder so that his lips were only inches from my ear.
Dripping, flushed, and sated, I took a deep breath and turned around to clean myself up. When I was done, I picked up my lipstick and slowly drew it over my mouth, making my lips pouty and red.
Nate watched me in the mirror, eyes glimmering with satisfaction. “Ready to go?” he asked.
I nodded and turned to him with a smile. “Let’s do it.”
