Page 45 of Mating of Convenience
I gave him a smile. That was not a surprising request from him. Well, it had surprised me a little bit the first time he’d asked for it, but not anymore. “As you wish.” I kissed him and then I leaned up, scooting back to straddle his groin. I uncapped the lube and coated my fingers in it, knowing just how much Nathan loved watching me prepare myself for him. I closed my eyes as I started--taking two fingers at once because I had no patience--but I knew that Nathan’s eyes never strayed from me.
To be honest, I never understood what exactly Nathan got out of watching me, but I enjoyed feeling his gaze on me as I stretched myself. Ordinarily, I would prefer someone else do this part for me, but when I opened my eyes to see my alpha look at me as if I was the sexiest thing in the universe, ecstasy cursed through my veins and I wanted to put on a show.
For the other hotel guests, I hoped that whoever had designed the honeymoon suite had thought to put up thick walls.
Upping my game by adding another finger, I started to moan as I moved back on my hand, my gaze looked with Nathan’s. His mouth opened just an inch, as if he wanted to say something but he couldn’t get the words out, too overpowered by sensation. I grinned at him and repeated the process, fucking myself for him. It only took a minute or two for the sounds I made to turn real, as if his lust fueled them. But that was how it had always been between us. The hornier Nathan was, the hornier I was.
One of the reasons I never lasted too long when I tried to tease him. This night was no different. Once I felt sufficiently prepared, I put an end to the show in favor of Nathan’s cock. It gave a little twitch as I wrapped my hand around it, as if it knew exactly where it was going. Nathan certainly knew. His fingers dug into my thighs in anticipation, and the moment his cockhead brushed my hole, he made a near keening sound. He was obviously desperate.
But then, so was I.
Deciding not to subject either of us to anymore torture, I lowered myself on his cock, taking him in.
The stretch felt so,sogood. I exhaled, eyes squeezed shut as I bore down on Nathan, wanting to take him as deep as possible.
“Angel...” I heard him mutter that stupid pet name and I had to grin because I knew I’d wrung that sound from his lips.
Once I’d taken Nathan to the hilt, I stilled. We both needed a second to adjust. My alpha was panting already, and I hadn’t even started to move. He wasn’t going to last long when I did, but I didn’t care. Being able to share this moment with him was enough for me. Besides, the night was still young. “Ready?” I asked.
Nathan only nodded, but that was good enough for me.
Slowly, I lifted my hips and then ground down on him again. And again. Nathan didn’t remain still either. He tried, at first, but then he lost control of himself, bucking his hips to meet me on every thrust. And really, when I said that I didn’t care about Nathan’s lack of stamina? It was because I knew I wasn’t going to hold out for long either. How could I, when I was finally back with Nathan? My brain swam with endorphins and my movements grew frantic. I really didn’t give a damn about trying to hold on. A string of curses escaped my mouth every time Nathan’s cock hit my sweet spot and soon enough, there were no clear thoughts left in my head.
I knew that my mate was close to coming because I recognized that look on his face, that expression he made just before tumbling into bliss, so Isqueezedaround him and pumped my own cock at the same time until I felt him spend his seed inside of me--and that sensation alone was enough to send me over the edge as well. I let out a strangled cry as I came into my fist, my release tearing through me with all the force of a freight train.
Exhausted, I collapsed on top of my mate. “That was amazing.”
“Over too quick, though,” he countered, kissing my hair.
“What’s wrong with making each other come quickly?”
“I guess when you put it like that...” Nathan shot me a grin.
I smiled back at him, and then I rolled off him. “Gonna hit the bathroom.”
As I moved from the bed, my gaze fell on the discarded still-wrapped condom on the floor. Nathan and I had never done it without protection before. It had felt nice. I still didn’t know if it was a good idea or incredibly stupid, though.
Shrugging the thought off, I went into the bathroom.
It didn’t matter if we did it with or without condom, anyway, did it?
22
Raphael
The next morning while Nathan was in the shower, I skyped Conner, knowing I had enough time for a conversation since my best friend--and now husband?--always took forever in the bathroom. It took a while until Conner answered the call, and when he did, he sounded a bit hurried.
“Raphael?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”
“You told me to call if anything happened in Paris,” I reminded him, lounging on a bed that still smelled faintly like sex. “Something happened.”
A clattering noise came from the speakers. Conner hadn’t switched on his camera, so I couldn’t tell what exactly was going on, but it sounded like he wasn’t alone in the house.
“Hold on,” I said, “are you having visitors? I can call again later.”
“No, no, I’m totally alone.”
One of my eyebrows went up even though I knew Conner couldn’t see it. My friend wassucha bad liar. He was absolutely having someone over. Someone he didn’t want to tell me about. “Are you dating someone?” I asked. “Is it that cop?”
