Page 21

Oh, fuck. The way he growls my name—yes, growls —is hot as Hell. I’ve heard narrators attempt the growling dialogue in audiobooks and none have ever sounded like that.

Needing to pretend I have some form of control, I look into his eyes and deadpan, “All talk. I’m bored just standing here with all my clothes on.”

“Bored, hm?” He nips my earlobe. “So you’re telling me when I slide my finger into your pussy, it’s not going to come out coated in your cum?”

My legs quiver, and I’m pretty sure my jeans have a giant-ass wet spot now. “I don’t know. Wake me up when you finally find it.”

“Brat.” He nips again and releases the hand above my waist.

When I think he’s going to shove his hand down the front of my jeans, he surprises me by picking me up and wrapping my legs around his hips.

“Be quiet.” He sucks my bottom lip between his as he carries me up the stairs. Instead of turning toward his bedroom, he takes a left and opens the door to the last guest room.

I shouldn’t care that he doesn’t want to fuck me in his bed. That would be too intimate. Too personal. I’ve never been in his private space before, and what we agreed to isn’t empty promises and soft words.

“This room is the farthest from Paisley’s, but you’re still gonna have to keep your screams to a soft purr.”

My heart shouldn’t flutter. Nash hasn’t said anything endearing, but I appreciate knowing why he brought me to this bland guest room. It’s not even the one I stayed in when I watched Paisley. It’s the sparest of all spare rooms.

“How do you know I’m a screamer?”

“You’re loud when you talk. There’s no way you’ll be able to keep it down when I make you come.”

“You’re assuming you can make me come.”

“I don’t assume.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re going to come so fucking fast the first time.”

“The first time?” Shit. I said that out loud.

Nash smirks and drops me on the bed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never come more than once.”

Fine. I won’t. “How about you? How long do you need to recover before getting it up again?”

Nash climbs on the bed, his knees on either side of my hips. “We’re only doing this one time, Kendall. But I’ll make you come all night long before I do. I promise you that.”

Turned on or pissed off, I’m not sure which feeling is strongest. I thought we’d do this friends-with benefits thing on the regular. At least twice a week. Or once. I’d settle for once a week, but not once ever .

The promise of multiple orgasms—a promise I doubt he can deliver on—is nice though. I’ve tried, well, Jason tried, to give me multiples. I can get close but I kinda fake it the second time. Not that sex wasn’t good with Jason, but he didn’t do the dirty talk stuff like Nash.

“Where’d you go?” Nash is peering down at me, and I blink away my thoughts.

“Just hanging out waiting for you to fulfill your promises.”

“Smart ass.” He covers my mouth with his, then his hand finds my boob.

My nipples have never been this sensitive. His giant hand massages me then lifts my sweater and cups me over my bra. He tweaks my nipple and pulls down my bra.

My hips lift on their own account, and I shamelessly rub my jean-covered clit against his jean-covered cock. Too many layers. I reach for the button of his jeans, but he drags his body lower and latches on to my nipple with his teeth while his hand massages my other boob.

“Nash.” My fingers tug at his hair and push him harder into me at the same time.

Fuck. I’m so close. If he keeps at this, I’m going to come before he touches me between my legs.

Reading my mind, he slides a hand down my rib cage, cupping my waist and massaging my skin before dipping his hand lower to my jeans. I should have worn a skirt for easy access, but I didn’t want to appear...easy.

Next time, I’ll wear something faster to get off. If there is a next time. Nash is under the stupid impression that once is going to be enough. Not if I have anything to say about it.

When his hand works my zipper down and he slips beneath my underwear and into my wet heat, I nearly catapult off the bed.

“Christ, Kendall. You’re fucking soaked.”

He doesn’t need to tell me. I can hear my juices as he pushes his finger in and out of me. Ew. Juices. I’ve never used that word before, and if I heard it used to describe my desire, I’d cringe. But there’s nothing cringy about what Nash is doing to my nipples and to my pussy.

“I need to taste you.” Five of the sexiest words I’ve ever heard from Nash’s mouth. And now that mouth is going to be on me.

“Yes. Please.” I lift my hips and help him push down my panties and jeans. I kick them and my low-cut booties off when they’re at my ankles.

Nash releases my nipple and drags his tongue down my stomach, circling my belly button before moving farther south. He grips my thighs with both hands and parts my legs. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, but he keeps his face inches from me, not yet touching.

I hear his deep, labored breathing, as if he’s trying to restrain himself. He’s holding back.

“I thought you wanted to lose control,” I taunt.

He snaps his eyes to mine and slowly lowers himself between my legs. I can feel his breath on my pussy and he gives me a slow grin. “Ladies first.”

While his finger slowly moves in and out of me, his tongue laps my clit.

“Oh, God. Nash!” I grip his hair and shove his face harder into me. I can feel him...laugh? Growl? Moan? The vibration sets me off.

He quickens his pace and adds a second finger, stretching me until I’m deliriously full. Nash devours my clit, then hooks his finger inside me and rubs. Tingles and sparks shoot through my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and tilt my head back.

“Yes. Right there. Fuck.”

“Look at me, Kendall.”

My eyes snap open and I stare at the big, hulking, gorgeous Nash between my legs. Our eyes lock and he presses his tongue harder against my clit.

My stomach tightens, my legs stiffen as desire spreads everywhere. “Nash. I’m going to—”

He sucks my clit, and I explode. He uses his free hand to hold my hips down on the bed as I convulse like I’m being electrocuted. My body shakes, spasms, releases months and months of pent-up energy as I come all over his fingers and mouth.

I’m panting breathlessly as Nash sits up. Then he does the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. He licks his fingers like he’s just finished eating the most delicious meal. His tongue wipes his bottom lip, and aftershocks ripple through my body.

“You still have all your clothes on.” It’s a stupid thing to say but the only thing I can think of as I lay here naked and vulnerable. Naked, I don’t mind. Vulnerable, not a fan.

“And you were supposed to control your volume.”

I start to sit up in panic. “Did I wake Paisley?” I glance to the door then notice Nash’s sinful smirk. “I wasn’t that loud.”

“You sounded like you were choking. Gasping for air.”

“I was. Gasping, that is. Now I’m wondering if you have performance anxiety, or if your pee pee is so small you’re worried if you’ll be able to get me to that second orgasm you promised.”

For a brief moment, I worry I crossed the line. What if the reason he hasn’t had sex in so long is because of performance anxiety? Maybe he had a bad experience and that made him go monk status.

The pencil dick joke is irrelevant since I felt the size of his package and have seen the hardened state of it pressed against his joggers and his jeans. He’s packing serious heat so there’s no way he’s nervous about what his dick looks like.

Nash scoots closer so his knees cage my legs in and presses me back against the bed. He hovers over me and grinds his dick into my stomach. “You didn’t just refer to my cock as a pee pee , did you?”

“Maybe?” I bite back my grin.

“If that’s what you’re used to, my cock is totally going to wreck your virgin pussy.”

And suddenly I’m feeling quite virginal again.

“Give it your best shot, Nash Potato.”

He glares at me before whipping his shirt off. Fuuuuuuuuck. My quick glimpse of him shirtless in his kitchen didn’t prepare me for the up close and personal muscles. I thought his body was deliciously beautiful stretching his t-shirts, but this? This is pure art.

I reach up and trace my finger around his pecs, then glide them along his shoulders and down the peaks of his biceps. He’s hard and big. Everywhere. Like ev-ry-where. My fingers glide down to the ridges of his abs.

“Got any barbeque sauce?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Say again.”

“Your abs are like ribs. They need to be licked. Sucked. Eaten.”

“Sounds more like your pussy.”

Said pussy clenches and I catch his chuckle. He likes getting the better of me, but I enjoy catching him off guard.

“Or your cock. I wouldn’t know though. You’re still hiding that pee pee of yours.”

“Fuck, Kendall.” He smashes his mouth over mine and this time I’m the aggressor, forcing my tongue in his mouth, licking and kissing him until we’re both breathless.

“You owe me.” I work my hands down to his zipper.

Nash rolls off me and hops to his feet. Before I can ask what the hell he’s doing, he takes a condom out of his back pocket and shucks his jeans, kicking them across the room. He puts one knee on the bed, and I use my foot to push him off.

“Nuh, uh. Take it all off. Show me the goods before I agree to go any further.”

Unless he’s got his entire sock drawer stuffed in his boxers, I’d say he’s well hung. Or rather, standing tall and hard like a fucking stone statue. The tip of his cock peeks out from the waistband of his black boxer briefs.

Nash swipes his thumb across his bottom lip as he takes in my naked body sprawled out on the bed.

Even after his face and tongue were between my legs, I’ve never felt so.

..naked. He eye fucks me like it’s his job, and once again, I find myself squirming, clenching my thighs to hold back the orgasm that will undoubtedly erupt from me the second he breathes on me.

“You sure you can take me, Kendall?” He slips his pointer fingers from each hand under the elastic of his boxer briefs and slowly glides them down. His cock springs up and out like an arrow on a compass, and it’s pointing directly at me.

My mouth salivates. I don’t mind giving oral, but I’ve never craved it. Nash’s cock has me starving. I slide off the bed like a slinky, dropping to my knees in front of him. His giant cock nearly pokes out my eye. I’d laugh if I wasn’t dripping my juices on the carpet.

I lick my lips and reach for him.

“Kendall.” He stops me before my tongue darts out. “It’s been a while.”

“So you’ve said.”

“I’m not going to last.”

I blow on the tip of his penis and it twitches. I grin up at him with a challenge. “I bet I can make you come faster than I did.”

He snuffs out a choked laugh. “That’s a loser’s bet.”

The complement warms me inside. Or maybe it’s not about me. It’s about him finally getting laid and any woman with a willing mouth can get him off in seconds.

“It’s going to be a pretty boring night if you come within seconds of being inside me. This way I can take the edge off and maybe you’ll be able to make good on your promise to destroy my insides. Otherwise, I’m still thinking you’re all talk.”

I don’t wait for him to agree and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, already wet with precum.

“Fuck me, Kendall.”

I moan around him, and I feel his legs shake. Hell, I may win this challenge after all. Knowing I have this effect on him—or at least wanting to believe it—has me pushing him deeper into my mouth. I gag and my eyes water as I suck.

Nash holds on to my hair but doesn’t push. He lets me control the movements. I glance up at him and he’s staring down at me, a thin haze over his dark eyes. His chest fills rapidly as he works to steady his breathing.

When his legs quiver, I release my suction and lick him from base to tip over and over again. Nash closes his eyes and tips his head back. Loving the power I have over him, I circle my tongue around the tip and moan. “Eyes on me, Nash.”

He flicks them open and we lock eyes. I deep throat him again, and when he clenches his jaw, I suck harder. One hand holds firm at the base of his cock while the other grabs on to his ass. Holy fucking buns of fucking steel.

I pick up my pace and feel him harden and grow even more, more than I thought possible. I start to gag on his cock when he pulls my hair tighter.

“Let go, Kendall. I’m going to fucking come.” I squeeze and suck harder, and he curses as he comes down my throat.

I lap up everything he has to offer, and as he loosens his hold on my hair, I loosen my hold on his ass and his cock. When I release him with a pop, he stumbles to the bed and sits on the edge.

He rests his hands on his knees and bends over, breathing like he ran a marathon. “Fuck.”

“Hm. Yeah. Still haven’t done that.” Being a smartass is the only way to keep my heart out of this.

Not that anything that’s happened between us so far has been hearts and roses. It’s been pure sex. But seeing this side of Nash, raw and unfiltered, has me liking him more than I should.