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Chapter Eleven

RIVER

On the ride to the hotel, I barely speak more than a few words. I can’t stop thinking about losing my anal virginity to Nate, worrying about every damn thing.

How much will it hurt?

What if Nate hates it?

What if I hate it?

My fingers and the dildo feel good inside me, but Nate is massive. He’s not only long but thick and heavy in my hand. Taking all of him in my mouth is always a challenge.

Anything I do with Nate will be an out-of-body experience, but we’re both inexperienced in this area and so fucking nervous.

Nate taps his fingers on the steering wheel to a rock beat, the music blasting through the speakers. He keeps his other hand on my thigh, only moving it to shift gears. He inches closer to my aching cock, a smirk on his handsome face.

With each inch, he tortures me. The asshole even laughs when he parks at The Waterford.

Once inside the lobby, I take in the lavish decor, rolling my small suitcase across the white marble floor. My heart beats faster as Nate gives his name at the front desk. Pretty soon, we’ll be fucking for the first time in the penthouse suite.

I’m okay.

I can do this.

Why am I so nervous?

Nate pays for the room. A pretty redheaded woman hands him two digital keys, and he rewards her with one of his sly grins and a wink.

A bundle of nerves, I step onto the elevator beside Nate. He waves the keycard in front of the reader and hits the P button. My pulse pounds as the car ascends.

Nate must sense my unease because his fingers slip between mine. “We can go as fast or slow as you want, Riv. You tell me what feels good and if you like it. Just remember you’re in control tonight, okay?”

Nate wants to top, which is okay with me because I want him inside me. After handing over so much control to Veronica as a kid, he needs to have power in sexual situations. But tonight, he’s giving some of it to me. I get to dictate what happens.

“I want you to fuck me.” I lick my lips. “It’s all I have ever wanted.”

He cups my cheek and smiles. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“You always do.”

The doors open into an expansive foyer decorated in tasteful shades of white and gray. There’s a full eat-in kitchen, a massive living room, and several doors, one of which is the master bedroom. French doors lead to an expansive balcony overlooking the bay. Even with the doors closed, I can smell the saltiness of the sea. It permeates every inch of this small town.

We leave our bags by the walk-in closet and stand on the balcony, listening to the slow-moving water. Our fingers brush once more, and Nate takes his hand in mine.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says in a deep but calm tone. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know.” I squeeze his hand. “I’m just wondering how much this will change us.”

Nate drops my hand and moves behind me, hands on my hips, his hard cock digging into my ass. “Nothing has to change. We’ll still be us. I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you’re freaking out about.”

“Could you be with me? You know, just us. Like this. Forever.” My cheeks flush the second the words leave my mouth. “I mean?—”

“Forever? Yeah.” He bends down to suck on my neck. “I’ll never leave you.”

“What about women? You’d give them up for me?”

“I don’t think of it that way,” he says against the shell of my ear. “If I were to date a woman, I wouldn’t think of it as giving up men to be with her. So, why would it be any different with you?”

He has a good point.

Nate licks the length of my neck. “Do you want to keep talking about this… or would you rather play with the toys you packed?”

“The toys,” I mutter as he sucks on my skin.

I’m putty in his hands, ready for him to mold me. Tilting my head to the side, he bites my skin, letting his teeth graze over my warm flesh.

“I want to mark you.” Nate sinks his teeth in deeper this time. “Claim you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I wanted a relationship with my best friend from the start. He’s the love of my life, the one person who always has my back. In his arms, I feel complete.

I expose my neck to him. “Claim me, Nate. Take what’s always been yours.”

He nibbles on my flesh and growls in my ear, “Fuck, you drive me crazy. What are you doing to me?”

Like a hungry lion, he drags me into the hotel room and slams the balcony doors. He rips off my shirt and pants and then slides my boxer briefs down my thighs. I kick them off, and Nate’s on his knees, tongue rolling over the head of my hard cock.

He peeks up at me, a wicked look in his eyes, and sucks the tip into his mouth. Just a few inches, enough to tease me, and then pulls back.

“I love how you taste.” His nose nuzzles my groin as he sniffs me in such a primal way it’s intoxicating. “How you smell.”

Finally, he’s mine.

Nate stands and lowers me to the California king mattress. I fall backward on the bed and spread my legs, stroking my cock. I’m so painfully hard pre-cum leaks from the tip.

Liking what he sees, Nate removes his shirt with a greedy look in his eyes and tosses it onto the hardwood floor. Next, he works his pants past his hips and lets them drop to his ankles.

I reach for the waistband of his Dolce boxer briefs, and he swats at my hand.

“Don’t tease me,” I choke out. “I want you. Right fucking now.”

Nate waggles his eyebrows and ditches the boxer briefs, revealing his impressive cock.

“Is this what you want?”

Giving himself a few strokes, he stares at my mouth.

I bob my head, lips parted.

Nate smirks. “You’re such a cock slut.”

I’m the biggest whore.

Toned to perfection, muscles ripple down his arms, chest, and thighs. As he stands in front of me, I grab his thick ass and dig my fingers into his flesh. Nate spends as much time in the gym as I do, and it shows.

I breathe in his soap and cologne and close my eyes. But beneath his usual smell, there’s something else. A scent that is all-natural, specific to Nate.

His fingers weave through my hair, his hand pushing my head closer to his leaking cock. Nate rocks his hips, and his tip breaches my lips.

“I need your mouth on me, Riv.”

His words turn me feral. Nate wants to mark me. Claim me. And I want to be his. I want him to be mine, too.

The overwhelming need to possess him claws at my insides, and I can no longer resist his scent and touch.

Gripping his hips, I kiss the skin below his belly button. He moans as my lips trail lower. I wrap my hand around his shaft and suck him into my mouth, timing my movements to get the perfect response from Nate.

As I draw back and roll my tongue, Nate says, “Fuck, why are you so good at that?”

He yanks on my short hair, forcing me to look up at him. His legs shake, and I feel his tremors course through me.

“You feel so good, Riv. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

At first, he takes it slow, letting me dictate the pace. But when his grip on my hair tightens, so does the intensity at which he fucks my face. He’s so big my cheeks puff out. Even my jaw hurts.

As the first tears stream down my cheek, he pulls out of my mouth.

“That’s a good boy.” His thumb brushes my wet, bruised lips. “You suck me so well. Let’s see what else you can handle.”

“You didn’t come.”

“I want to come inside you.”

He tackles me to the mattress, his arms pinning me down. Not like I’m going anywhere. The hotel could be set on fire, and I wouldn’t move a muscle.

Nate straddles my thighs and kisses my lips. As our tongues tangle, I get lost in him, forgetting my name, not wanting this night to end.

“You’re so hot,” he says between kisses. “And so hard for me.”

I sit up and peck his lips, desperate for more of him. He kisses me back, fingers tugging at the ends of my short hair.

He reaches between us and fists my cock. “Who did this to you?”

“You did, you smug bastard.”

Nate sucks on my lip, and I bite his. We’re teasing each other, rubbing our dicks together. I’m so drunk on him that my vision blurs, the need for an orgasm commanding control of my body.

“I need you,” I say between kisses. “Fuck me. Now.”

He waggles his eyebrows, giving the cutest smile. “I wanna play with your toys first.”

I watch as he hops off the bed, digs through my suitcase, and returns with a square bag. For months, I’ve been working up the nerve to go all the way, building up an arsenal of toys.

“What did my dirty little cock slut bring for us?” Nate says as he unzips the bag on the bed. “Hmmm… Could it be the dildo you fuck yourself with? Or the one you suck to practice for me? Oh, what’s this?” He holds up a butt plug and sets it on the bed. “Kinky. Have you ever worn this outside the bedroom?”

I shake my head.

“We need to change that.” A wicked glare flashes in his golden-brown eyes as he raises a pair of nipple clamps. “I bet you like these. You love it when I bite your nipples.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Every cell in my body hums in anticipation. Knowing Nate, he’s going to make me beg to come. He’s a bit of a dom in the bedroom. With women, he barks out orders, expecting them to follow his commands.

Luckily for him, I have no limits.

Nate kneels on the bed, clutching the dildo I fuck when the house is silent. The first few times, it hurt like hell. But with enough lube and finding the right angle, it started sliding in easier.

Nate knocks my legs apart with his knee. I spread them wider, eager to feel him everywhere. The anticipation alone is killing me, setting my skin on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He grabs the bottle of lube and rubs the gel up and down the dildo. “Is there something you need me to do first?”

I shake my head. “Just go slow. Don’t force it.”

He licks his lips and pushes a wet finger inside me. His eyes light up as he watches his finger glide in and out, a painfully delicious torture that has me whimpering.

My eyelids flutter as I look up at him. “Fuck…”

“This doesn’t hurt you?”

“It stings at first,” I admit, moving my body to get more. “But worth it. The sensation alone is unlike anything I have ever experienced.”

He works another finger into me, and I let out a hiss. My eyes close for a second, then snap open.

“Do you think I would like it?” Nate pushes my knees to my chest and stretches out my insides, moving three fingers in and out slowly.

“I can’t answer that. You would have to try it.”

“So, I don’t have to reciprocate?”

He’s so cute when he’s flustered. It brings a smile to my face.

“Not if your partner likes bottoming.”

“And you do?”

I nod. “I love it.”

“Oh.” He seems confused but at ease, his shoulders less tense. “I’m good with that.”

“If you ever want to try it, we can.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His eyes meet mine, and there’s a shift in his expression. “I don’t like…”

His words trail off, and I know what he’s thinking. He feels like he gave up his power with Veronica and isn’t ready. I understand. I’m the one who glued all of his broken pieces together.

“I know, Nate,” I say when he starts breathing harder, his mind wandering to another place. “It’s okay. Don’t go there, okay?” I put my hand on his racing heart to calm his nerves. “Stay here with me. I won’t hurt you. I promise. It’s just you and me in this room.”

He blows out a breath of air and nods. “Yeah. You and me. River and Nate.”

“Put the dildo in me,” I order to bring his focus back to the present. “Open me up for you.”

A flicker of excitement washes over his face. Nate removes his fingers, and my body aches at the sudden loss. But he quickly lubes up the toy and inches it into my hole.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He licks his lips and stares at the dildo, jerking his shaft. “I need to be inside you.”

Bracing my weight on my elbows, I sit up and revel in the feeling. “It’s time, Nate. Fuck me. Fuck me so good I can’t remember my name.”