Page 20 of Extra Tight

“Don’t apologize, baby girl.” His breathing is heavy as he presses his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”

“I bit you.”

“You can mark me all you want.” He sounds like he means it. “Now tell me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay.”

“You know I'm buried halfway inside of you.”

“What—” I stop talking when he pulls out and thrusts back in, sinking another few inches deeper.

“You’re taking me so good.” I’d gotten so wrapped up in thinking I’d hurt him I forgot about my own pain. “Fuck, look at you.”

He lifts up so I can see his cock move in and out of me. The sight is filthy, and I moan without thinking.

“Nash.”

“You’re so wet but still so damn tight.” Nash’s jaw clenches as he grits his teeth.

He puts his weight on me again, pinning me down. I love watching him while he’s inside of me, but I love it more when he’s like this. The sensation of being trapped beneath him and having no choice but to be at his mercy is exhilarating.

My hands go to his shoulders as his thrusts get faster. “You’re going to make me cum again.”

He makes it sound like it’s my fault, but I want him to. I think I might want him to cum inside me more than I want my own orgasm. Nash is doing this to help me, but I want to prove to him that I can make it good for him too.

“Three times.” He closes his eyes tightly, and I think he’s talking to himself. “Fuck, I can’t cum three times that quickly.”

He’s sinking into me over and over, and I feel his hand slip between us. His thumb goes to my clit as he claims my mouth in another kiss. My orgasm was so close that the simple touch is all it takes. Pleasure floods through me as Nash groans into my mouth. The walls of my sex grip around his cock, and his body jerks. I open my thighs wider, taking everything he gives and wanting more.

Nash buries his face in my neck, kissing my throat softly. His weight on top of me is heavy, but I’m still humming with the pleasure he gave me. It’s so intense that I lose the strength to keep my eyes open.

I swear I only close them for a moment, but when I open them again, I’m lying with my head on Nash’s bare chest, and the blankets are pulled up around us. I lie there for a moment, feeling my breathing match his. The soft light peeking in through the bottom of the curtains lets me know it’s early morning.

I tilt my head back and look up at Nash. This all is so surreal. I can’t believe what we've done, but there is no denying it. I’m tender between my thighs, and even my lips feel well used after all his kisses.

For once, Nash appears to be relaxed, but I know it’s only because he’s sleeping. It’s nice to be able to watch him freely without him knowing. My fingers itch to trace the lines of his handsome face, but it would wake him.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep in his bed last night, but my body was on sensory overload. I must have crashed out. It’s too bad because I would have loved to have enjoyed the night for a little longer. I want to kick myself for not taking advantage of every second.

The light in the room brightens more and more with each second that passes. It’s reminding me that we're going to have to face the reality and the aftermath of how far we took all of this. Nash asked if I loved him, and I quickly agreed that I did. I know it was all dirty talk, and he was using it to get me worked up. He did exactly what he’d promised to do.

I might feel less vulnerable if I dressed for this conversation, so I try to slip from his hold. Nash’s grip tightens, and his brows furrow. How can he make that irritated expression when he’s sleeping? This is one I am all too familiar with because I’ve gotten it from the very beginning.

I let myself relax, thinking that his hold will do the same, but it doesn't. How the hell am I going to get out of this bed without him knowing?

I wait a few more minutes and try again, and this time I get farther from him. Just when I think I’m going to make it, his eyes pop open. The next thing I know, I’m pinned under him, and he’s staring down at me with wild eyes. His hands pin my wrists firmly to the mattress as his big body settles between my thighs.

“Were you trying to leave me?” Is there a warning in that question, because it sounds like there is. “Answer me.” This is the Nash from before. The one who is so quick to get irritated and angry with me.

“I need to pee,” I blurt out. “And I have to go to school. I have a test.” Suddenly, the urge to run from him is growing strong.

His mouth presses into a firm line before he releases his hold, and I don’t give him a chance to change his mind.

Chapter Fourteen

NASH

I lie there frustrated as I watch her run from my room. She was lying. I mean, maybe she did have to pee, but that wasn’t her reason for needing to get away from me. I felt it the moment she woke up and I lay here contentedly beside her. But the longer I stayed quiet, the more I could feel her pulling away from me, and not just physically.

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