Page 39 of Lawless
“Oh my god! Dominic!”
Pride thrummed through me, chasing hot on the heels of my arousal—Natty wasn’t going to last long, and the thought of having him shatter apart underneath me, of him coming in my mouth, put another fire under me. I sucked, hard, then barely allowed him a moment’s respite, releasing him briefly to lick and kiss his shaft, before I did it again.
“Dominic!” He squirmed again, tugging harder at my hair.
I took him deeper, holding his hips still so that I was the one setting the pace—mostly because I didn’t want him to gag me until he’d figured out what rhythm was.
We didn’t take long enough for him to figure it out—Natty let out another cry, this one breathless and broken, like a gull’s on the wind—and came.
I swallowed, savouring the taste of him, and then I stretched out beside him. He rolled towards me, panting for breath, and I brought him down with gentle kisses. He made a questioning noise at the first one—not as enthusiastic to taste his cum as I had been, probably—but then he huffed a breathy laugh against my mouth and opened up for the next one.
“Good?” I asked against his lips.
He hummed happily, his hand squirming between us. A fresh jolt of arousal shot through me when he found the fly of my uniform pants and tugged it open. The zip rasped.
“I don’t want to watch you,” he said, and caught my lower lip between his teeth briefly. “I want to do it to you.” His eyes widened. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” My heart raced as another wave of arousal rushed through me. “That’s more than okay.”
Natty smiled and pushed me over onto my back. He plastered himself to my side, and I would have kissed him except he was looking down at my tented underwear like it was an algebra problem he was trying to solve, I didn’t want to distract him—not when it was a problem I wanted him to solve as well. Then he licked his hand and shoved it right into my boxers. Of course he did. Natty was fearless; he knew how to pick up a mudcrab, and it wasn’t like my dick was going to snap his fingers off.
Oh, I wasn’t going to last long either. Not once he got my fingers around me. His palm was a little dry, but the rasp of his work-roughed hands wasn’t unpleasant. Shit, I was primed and ready to go. Nothing at this point could have stopped me, probably. But Natty withdrew his hand, and then shoved my boxers down properly, and licked his palm again.
“Does that feel okay?” he asked, grasping me firmly and giving me a slow stroke.
If it felt any better, my eyes would have been rolling to the back of my skull.
“Yeah,” I ground out. “Feels incredible.”
Natty lost his maths exam expression, and flashed me the flirty, wicked grin I’d previously only seen from the distance between his window and mine. He looked so hot, and so fucking pleased with himself, that I dragged him even closer for another kiss. And we kept kissing, the heat between our bodies building to boiling point, the wet sound of his hand on my dick louder than our rasping breaths.
A rush of emotion swirled in my chest, rising in my throat and threatening to drown me. I wanted to come, but at the same time I wanted this moment to last forever, because it felt so right. Right that we were here, in my bed, so close that we were sharing breath. Pleasure overcame me as Natty jerked me faster, and I came with a bitten-off shout, all over my stomach and Natty’s hand.
It took a while to float down from the high.
When I finally did, I reached over the bed to grab my shirt and cleaned us up with that. I knew that if I left the bed to go to the bathroom, Natty wouldn’t be here when I got back. I could read it in his eyes as he held his hand out to me. He was already wondering how to leave.
And here was that regret I’d known that I was only staving off briefly when I’d let him inside. Right here, like the kick in the guts. For a moment it had been perfect, but I was an idiot if I didn’t see what was coming next. Didn’t stop me from trying though.
“Do you want to st?—”
“I should go,” he said, not looking at me as he pulled his pyjama pants back on.
I’d thought he looked like an angel the first time I saw him, but I’d picked the wrong supernatural creature, hadn’t I? Because Natty Harper was about to fucking ghost me.
“You don’t have to,” I said, like an idiot.
He stopped in my doorway and looked back at me. I couldn’t quite read his expression.
“I do,” he said. “It’s Dauntless.”
Yeah. That sounded about right.
And then he was gone.
Chapter 12
NATTY
