Page 13 of Nasty
Oh…my…god.
I sucked in a breath, trying not to moan, to let him know how badly that one small movement on his part affected me, but it was impossible to hold it back. I shook as Fix repeated the movement, grinding his hips up against me, so that the length of his erection rubbed upward over my pussy, and he laughed darkly into the hollow at the base of my neck.
His teeth nipped at my too-sensitive skin, and I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. He’d barely touched me, barely kissed me, and yet I was already prepared for him, burning between my legs, my nipples peaked and throbbing. I was considering tearing his fucking clothes off with my goddamn teeth.
“Yes, I feel it,” I panted. “I can feel your cock. You’re so fucking hard.”
In one swift movement, he grabbed hold of my wrists, tugging my arms up over my head, pinning them there. I was immobile. Trapped. “Good,” he ground out. “I could make you come like this alone. I could make your body sing so prettily for me like this, Sera. But I won’t. I want your naked body on mine. I want to watch your tits bounce as I thrust my dick inside you. And…” His raised his mouth to whisper to me, his lips gently grazing the shell of my ear. His hot breath sent a barrage of sensation needling all over my body. “I want to feel how wet your cunt is, Sera.” He spoke the words reverently, like he was professing his sins. “I want to slide my fingers inside you, and I want to feel your pussy tighten as I fuck you with them, Angel. And when you’re close, when you’re so close to coming that you’re completely out of control, I want to slide my fingers back, and I want to tease your ass with your own come, Sera. I want to dip my fingers inside you, and I want to feel you pulse and throb as you tumble over the edge. Have you ever had someone finger your ass while you come?” he growled.
He held both my wrists in his left hand, and with his right, he traced his fingers down my body, his touch lighting me on fire, blazing a pathway between my breasts, over my stomach, until he reached the waistband of my jeans, where he halted.
“No, I’ve never… No one’s ever…” I stammered. It had felt like Gareth’s life mission was to stick things into my ass. He’d wanted to do anal so badly that he ended up calling me a prude every time I refused him. Gareth had never asked, though. He’d simply tried to (roughly) shove his dick into my ass at every available opportunity, to the point where I wouldn’t let him fuck me from behind anymore, because he kept ‘accidentally slipping.’
Gareth was a bully. He’d wanted to fuck me in the ass because it inflated his ego and empowered him. He’d intended it as an act of dominance designed to demean me, and even though I’d convinced myself I was in love with him, I’d still had enough dignity to tell him to go and get fucked.
The way Fix was talking about this now was a completely different experience. He didn’t want to degrade or debase me. He wanted to incite pleasure, to make me feel good, and the fire that was burning in his mercurial eyes made me want to give in to him without a second thought.
“I want to use my tongue on you there,” he rumbled. “My fingers. My cock. I want to fuck your pussy with my fingers while my dick is in your ass. I want to make you come so fucking hard. You’ll scream for me, and you’ll beg, and you’ll love every second of it. I promise you.”
He released me without warning, sitting up on the bed. Rising from the mattress, he got to his feet, and disappointment gnawed at me. He wasn’t going to fuck me? That searing kiss and his raging hard-on, which was still visible, straining at his jeans, had suggested otherwise, but…
Fix pulled out the chair that was pushed underneath the desk by the window; he picked it up with ease, and then placed it three feet from the bed, facing me. He toed off his shoes, and then sat down on the chair.
“Come and undress me,” he commanded.
I’d tugged a guy’s clothes off before, hands scrambling to strip the guy I was about to tumble into bed with, but Fix made this sound like a formal event. I sat up, then slowly slid off the bed, feeling slightly unsteady on my feet. He had such a mind-bending effect on me. I wasn’t a shy, retiring wallflower, though. I wasn’t going to wilt before the very first challenge he placed in front of me. I’d do as he asked of me, and I’d make him fucking proud.
Fix watched me, his eyes tracking me as I shifted to stand in front of him. I mustered every last scrap of confidence I possessed, and I reached out, cupping my hand to his face. He was a deity amongst mere mortal men. Every line of him was carved out with precision and purpose—the embodiment of perfection. His stubble bit at my palm, rough to the touch, as I stroked the pad of my thumb over the rugged line of his cheekbone. Fix hummed—an amused, deep sound that vibrated in the air.
“It’s yours,” he murmured. “My face. My mouth. My hands. My body. My cock. All of it. If you want it, it’s all yours. Feel free to use the fuck out of me.”
Dear Lord. Thank you so much for your depraved servant, Felix.Those poor women back in New York who’d had to look at Father Marcosa every Sunday. Married or single, he must have been the wickedest temptation. At least they’d never known what they weretrulymissing. The things this man could do to make a woman feel good. The words that could slide so easily from his tongue and melt a woman in an instant. I doubted very much that he’d ever looked at any of his female congregation the way he was looking at me now—pure sex. Pure carnal lust. It would have driven them insane with the unfairness of it all. It was the height of irony that a man like him had once been a proponent for virtue, obedience, restraint and morality, when he was precisely none of those things.
He called me Angel, but the truth washewas the angel. An angel who had fallen so hard and so dramatically that neither one of us knew whether he stood for right or wrong anymore.
I pressed my hand to his chest, sliding it down over the hard, packed muscle that made up his torso. When I reached the hem of his t-shirt, I didn’t hesitate. I gathered the material in both my hands, and I pulled it upwards over his head.
It was difficult not to stare at him. His broad shoulders; the smooth, tan lines of his chest; his abs, which were frankly ridiculous: he was magnificent, every inch of him flawless, and from the cocky, tilted smile he was wearing, he fucking knew it. I assessed him coolly, moving to stand between his legs.
His belt buckle was easy to unfasten. I yanked on the length of leather, freeing it from his jeans.
“You going to put me over your knee and spank me with that?” Fix asked, his smile spreading even further across his face. He was joking—the tone of his voice told me as much—but still, my cheeks burned with a heat I had no hope of mastering. He was such a bastard. He knew exactly how a question like that would affect me, and yet he still asked it. He liked to see me squirm.
“You’re too big,” I answered. “And besides…we both know you’re the one who wants to spankme.”
His laugh was more of a snarl. “You have no fucking idea. I’d love to spank you. I’d love to see that amazing ass of yours all pink and covered in my handprints.”
I dropped the belt, and it clattered to the floor. Fix followed me with his eyes as I dropped to my knees, and I deftly unfastened the button of his jeans. “Up,” I told him.
This was entertaining the shit out of him. He grunted, licking his lower lip, and then he got to his feet. With quick, determined movements I pulled his jeans down over his hips—and then his cock was there, right in front of me, level with my mouth, so damned hard and so damned perfect. Fix’s eyes glittered as he looked down at me, on my knees, before him. “Do you know how good it feels to push my dick into your warm mouth, Sera?” he asked, his voice rough, edged with need. “When you use your tongue on the tip? When you take all of me in and yousuck?”
The last word was emphasized plainly enough that I knew it was what he wanted. I wasn’t going to give him everything on a platter that easily, though. I jerked his jeans from his body, discarding them, enjoying the view as I looked up at his naked form. God…I didn’t have words for how he made me feel. I was so drawn to him, compelled to him like a supercharged magnet, tearing through whatever obstacle stood in between us in order to reach him. I hadn’t been very honest with myself recently, but it felt safe to be honest now. He consumed my every thought. His smile. The arrogant tilt of his jaw. The outrageous things that came out of his mouth.
I’d never been so turned on by someone before.Ever. I knew with a certainty that I could sleep with another hundred men, attractive men who were all seriously talented in the bedroom, but I would never be so attracted to anyone else for as long as I lived. It wasn’t just his body. It was the way he spoke, and his fierce protectiveness, and his surprising sense of humor, and the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that existed in his world. It was the way he made me come alive in every imaginable way. There were countless factors that drew me to him, and I knew as I ran my hands along the outside of his toned, muscled thighs that I was well and truly fucked. Somewhere along the way, I’d given too much of myself over to him. It had happened so gradually that the concessions and allowances I’d made for myself when it came to Fix had seemed small and unimportant on their own.
But just now, on the bed, when he’d handed me that phone, and said all of those frightening, beautiful things to me, I’d handed over the very last piece of myself before I’d realized what was happening. And the scariest part, that would haunt me for the rest of eternity, was that Iwasn’tscared at all.
“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” I said, smirking up at him.
