Angel (NSC Industries) (12 page)

Nate’s
fingers trailed up my arms and starting tracing my ear “I don’t think anybody
could get over something like that Liv… ever! To be honest, I had no idea. I
thought you were still in love with him, that’s why you kept pushing me away.
And after the comment I made to you Saturday night after the gala dance I
should be shot” he stated bluntly, referring to his comment about being a
better lover than James.

I
chuckled gently at his declaration “It
was
a bit ‘way off the mark’ but
to answer your question, you were
extremely
better in bed than James.”

Feeling
relaxed with him now I had disclosed
nearly
all my secrets to him, I bit
the bullet and pressed on. “There was only ever you that could make me come,
Nate. James never once…” I spoke into his chest.

He
pulled in a breath and tipped my head towards him. His mouth came down on mine
and he nibbled my bottom lip, gently nipping it with his teeth. I pushed my
hands into his hair and tugged him closer, deepening the kiss and demonstrating
the need I had in me.

He
drew back and took my glass from me and placed both his and mine on the coffee
table then he came back in for a kiss to surpass all others. The passion in the
kiss was overwhelming; the intensity was consuming and the force, strong and
frenzied.

Straddling
him, I kissed across the edge of his jaw, tiny soft kisses down his lightly stubbled
throat, my tongue sneaking out; circling and lapping at his adams apple.

A
strangled groan rumbled deep in his throat as I carried on planting kisses down
past the base of his throat and on to the patch of skin peeking out of his
opened collar.

My
fingers found his shirt buttons and I undid each one painstakingly slow, taking
unhurried precious moments to unfasten each one.  Kissing my way down, I
savoured the delicious taste of him, until all the buttons were undone.

When
I reached the last one I straightened and pushed open his shirt. I gasped forcefully.

My
eyes widened in shock.  

Holy
fuck
,
he was glorious
.

His
pecs were solid; his smooth skin pulled taut across the muscles, his dark
nipples a shocking contrast against his tanned skin. His rippled abdominal
muscles were dense and hard but it wasn’t his physique that stunned me. It was
the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle that took my breath, the writing
scrolling across his heart.

I
traced the script with my finger, whispering the words as I tracked it “The
other half of me, The Angel of my Soul”

My
eyes shot to his, searching in the pure blue depths. I was fighting to breathe,
my chest heaving. His eyes reflected my passion; as he took my hand and placed
it over the tattoo “I love You Liv. I always have and I always will. You’re the
other half of me, the Angel of my soul” he confessed breathlessly.

“Oh,
Nate. I’m so sorry,” I admitted “all this mess is my fault. If I hadn’t been so
bloody stupid and so chuffing foolish.”

He
took my cheek in the palm of his hand. “Baby, No. None of this could ever be
your fault” he sighed, “I should have stayed in London instead of moving to the
other end of the country. It’s my fault James hurt you, if I’d never have left,
you would never have met him. I would’ve taken care of you, protected you from
the evil things in life and made damn sure you were happy” he shook his head,
angry at himself.

“Nate
that’s stupid. If you hadn’t moved to Edinburgh, you wouldn’t have NSC, here
and in America. They’re your accomplishments, your reward for all the blood and
guts you spilled trying to achieve your ambitions. You are one of the
wealthiest and admired businessmen in Britain. You would never have been happy
working a nine to five, it would have killed you.”

He
stared at me, shaking his head again “But they were nothing without you Liv.
They
ARE NOTHING
to me if I can’t have you with them. All I ever wanted
is sitting in my lap now, her beautiful face holds so much pain and it’s
tearing me apart. I would trade everything I have, even my fucking soul, to go
back twenty years and change the worst fucking decision I ever made.”

His
finger trailed down my throat and traced the open neck of my shirt. My breath
hitched and I got to my feet, standing in front of him. “But you
shouldn’t
want
me Nate, I’m broken.”

“Baby,
please! Let me in. Let me fix you?” he pleaded, running his hands through his
hair.  

I
put my hand up to silence him. “Nate, I’m a mess. My heads a mixture of chaos
and horror, and my body’s a…it’s a…a hideous, repulsive clutter of scars! You
won’t
want
me” I stuttered, finally revealing the real me.

“What
the hell are you on about Liv? You have an amazing body” he argued.

Taking
a step back I raised my fingers to the buttons on my shirt, undoing each one
with determination and resolve, needing to show him, finally wanting to bare
myself to him.

After
unbuttoning the last one, I swallowed profoundly; looked at the floor so I
wouldn’t see the disgust in his beautiful blue eyes and slipped it off my
shoulders.

Standing
in my skirt and white lace bra, my faced burned as I heard him gasp and I
closed my eyes, trying to seal in the tears that I knew would come.

This
was the first time I’d shown anybody the damage from James’s rampage, apart
from Beth. The wounds were hideous; deforming my once beautiful body.

I
had two 9” thick, jagged scars, one across the top of my right breast and the
other running across my ribs. Four 7” wounds, one across my right collar bone
and the other three over my chest and stomach. And twelve, roughly 3” scars
scattered randomly about my torso, most across my breasts.

There
were also eleven cigarette burns on my front.

I
slowly turned so he could see my back. This was worse than my front, an
unsightly concoction of lacerations and cigarette burns, but the worse wounds
were the two large welts that ran diagonally across my back; a trauma of being
whipped.

I
was glad I wasn’t able to see these, unless in a mirror, as they were the ones
that brought back the worst memories.

The
pain of being whipped had been mind-numbing, the pain so intense I had
scrambled across the dirty, dusty floor of the garage, trying to get away from
it; the smarting thrash of the crop against my skin rendering me unconscious.

 I
had been stood silently waiting for his reaction for about five minutes and I
was growing faint with the forceful flow of blood pounding through my body.

I
was still facing away from Nate, fiddling with my fingers in a nervous action.
I could hear his heavy breathing behind me but other than that the room was
silent.

My
fear had commanded my tears forward, silently spilling down my pale face and
dripping off my chin onto my lace sheathed breasts.  Not having the courage to
face him, I stood motionless in the dim light, my shoulders rising and falling
with each deep breath.

Finally,
I sensed his presence behind me; I could feel his hot breath on the peak of my
shoulder blade and his scent flooded my nostrils. My mouth dried and my throat
closed in, causing me to gulp.

I
felt his finger gracefully glide up the curve of my spine and my lips parted as
I tried to inhale full breaths. His hand came up to sweep my hair over my
shoulder, exposing the nape of my neck as he leant down and oh so softly kissed
it.

My
head dropped forward and a moan fled from my throat as he began a devoted
worship of my traumatised skin with his tongue, inching his way down my back
covering every fragment of my pale backbone.

He
unhooked my bra clasp when it provided a barrier against his relentless
torture. His fingers slid round my sides and pushed my bra off before he cupped
my breasts in his large hands, expertly caressing them.

He
swept his tongue deliberately slow straight up my spine and his mouth came to
rest alongside my ear as his hands teased my nipples from behind me.

“You
think I don’t desire you, Angel?” he breathed heavily in my ear, “You believe I
don’t crave you?”

His
fingers played harder, pinching and rolling my stiff nipples. “You imagine I
don’t want you?” his mouth grazed my earlobe, nipping it between his teeth.

His
hands dropped down and took hold of mine. “I can see your beauty beyond the
scars, Angel. The curve of your beautiful body makes me
hard
Baby” he
whispered as he pulled my hands behind me and positioned them over his rigid
cock, grinding his erection into them.

“
Oh
Jesus, Nate”
I moaned, dropping my head back to rest on his shoulder as he
licked and suckled on my neck.

He
unzipped my skirt and slid it off my hips, letting it drop and pool on the
floor around my ankles. His sweaty palms rested on my hips. “The contours of
your arse make me want to fuck you till you scream my name, Angel” he groaned
in my ear.

His
solid erection was straining against his trousers while I massaged it fiercely,
begging for its freedom.

Feeling
my way, I undid his belt and unzipped him, sliding my hand in his shorts and freeing
the swollen ribbed muscle into my firm grip. He growled loudly and slipped his
fingers into the front of my knickers, pressing his fingertip against my
inflamed clit.

I
jolted with a yelp and I felt him chuckle on my neck as I continued working his
shaft furiously, trying to work my way around his piercing.

The
impaled bar was really turning me on as I teased it with my thumb, rolling it
round and round as I pounded his shaft with my palm, synchronizing my pace with
Nate’s relentless rhythm on my stimulated bud.

His
fingers snaked down towards my opening and he moaned vigorously as he plunged a
finger in me. “
Fuck Baby, you’re drenched”
he hissed in my ear as he
inserted another finger and I whimpered.

He
increased the pace of his fingers as he ploughed them in and out of me, driving
me towards absolution. My grip tightened on him as I neared my peak, my muscles
constricting and my breath coming in pants.

“Come
on Angel, come on my fingers” he growled as he pressed his thumb brutally on my
clit. I screamed as the violent orgasm gripped me, smashing me to pieces and
vehemently pulling every muscle tight in my body.

As
the walls of my pussy clenched Nate’s fingers, my own fingers forcefully
clenched around Nate’s cock, giving him his own powerful orgasm as his hot
semen spewed onto my bare back, drenching me in the creamy fluid.

Every
hair on my skin stood on end, goose bumps flooded every part of my flesh, and each
muscle convulsed as I came down from the ultimate climax.

My
head flopped back onto Nate’s shoulder, my breath escaping my body in pants as
he also struggled to gasp in vital air.

“Oh
my God” I wheezed, as his arms circled my waist and he spun me round to face
him. “
Liv
” he squeezed out between breaths.

Angling
his mouth over mine he gave me a long tender kiss, slowly caressing my lips
with his.

When
he broke, he cupped my cheek “I think you might need a shower” he said, a
guilty smile on his face. “Come on, let me wash you” he grabbed my hand and
pulled me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Reaching
into the cubicle he turned on the shower, slowly acquiring the right
temperature while I stood silently watching him, nearly naked in just my white
lace knickers.

With
his back to me, his beautiful hair pasted to the back of his neck, I noticed his
shirt was plastered to his body in a swathing of sweat and I could make out the
outline of a tattoo on his back but I couldn’t determine what it was.

His
magnificent arse was still hidden in his trousers, and I was desperate to get
him out of them so I could run my hand over his soft man cheeks.

I
came up behind him, sliding my hands round the front of his hips as I pulled
down gently on his trousers. Taking his shorts with them, I continued to slide
them down his legs lowering my body with the act until his clothes were pooled
around his ankles and I was on my knees behind him, his shirt hanging over the
back of his hips and his bare arse at my face.

Lifting
my hands to palm his buttocks, I gently stroked the contours of his delicious
bottom with my thumbs. His breath caught as my tongue skimmed over the
rock-hard muscle.

“You
have an exceptional arse Nate. It makes me think obscene things” I uttered as
my hands slithered round his front to take his revitalized erection.

He
hissed and grabbed the cubicle frame to support him, as I continued to lap at
his backside and stroke my hand over his stiff cock.

His
hands squeezed the frame harder as I snaked my way round the front of him, his
rigid penis now at my face. My tongue skimmed over its slit to lap up the drop
of pre-come nestled at the head as my hand wrapped around his shaft, while the
other cupped his sack.

“Oh,
Yeah Angel, suck me.” His hands rested on my head, grasping my hair as I
lowered my mouth around him, slowly gliding him in and out as I ruthlessly sucked
him, my tongue tickling the little silver balls on each end of his bar that was
speared through the head and my palm massaging his testicles.

Nate
sucked in an extreme breath, reached down to me and lifted me upright “Baby,
it’s gonna be over too quickly if you carry on.”

He
moved in for a kiss and hooked my knickers round his thumbs, twisting at the
both edges and snapping quickly so they tore in half.

“Ta
Da” Nate grinned, swinging the shredded material round his thumb. “Very clever”
I grinned back.

“Now
I can see
ALL
of you, Angel” he said, his sultry gaze resting between my
thighs, never shifting as he slipped his shirt from his back and backed me into
the shower.

He
was a vision of manhood, all lean and hard lines. The water trickled down his
broad shoulders, cascaded over his bulky chest, filtering across his grooved
stomach, down through his man-trail leading to his large, thick penis and
continued over his narrow hips and down to his strong, firm thighs.

I
drooled candidly, my mouth hanging open as my heart thumped. “Like what you
see, Angel?” Nate smirked and I nodded briskly, my eyes still studying his
impressive form.

Taking
my hand he pulled me into the flowing water, its warm stimulation causing my
head to fall back and my eyes close.  Nate’s hands moved to my head, his
fingers digging into my scalp as he washed my hair.

Only
stopping to squeeze shampoo onto his palms, he continued the pleasurable
kneading, his fingers sliding through my wet ringlets as he rinsed out the
suds.

He
took the sponge and squirting gel on it, he started to wash me, running it over
my arms and stomach and purposely bypassed my breasts. He continued his
mission, sweeping down my legs as his face scowled in concentration, his tongue
peeking out of his lips.

Spinning
me round he cleaned my back, gently skimming over my bum and then quickly spun
me back round to face him.

Dropping
the sponge, he captured my breasts in his hands, manipulating my nipples while
he worked. Resting my head on the wall, I moaned and pressed my chest further
into his hands.

He
tilted into me and replaced one of his hands with his mouth, his hot tongue
flicking over my firm nipple whilst he played and stimulated my other nipple
with his fingers, swapping breasts after a while so he could tease them both.

“Oh
God Nate” I moaned as his mouth left my chest and his tongue grazed down my
steaming body.

Purposely
brushing his lips over every scar, he made his way down my belly and dropped to
his knees, resting his hands on my hips.

He
slowly looked up to my face, his eyes flaming and a slow, sensuous smile curved
his lips as his hands slid between my thighs and gently pulled them apart.

He
dipped his nose into my mound and inhaled heavily, his thumbs now walking their
way in and pulled my swollen flesh apart.

His
tongue swept the length of my groove, lapping at my arousal as he murmured his
approval. My hands fell in his hair and tugged as he worked me into a frenzy,
his tongue expertly labouring on me.

“
NATE
”
I cried as he slipped his finger into me and ignited my orgasm; my fingers
clenched in his hair and my legs buckled as he slowly worked me down, his hands
on my hips to support me.

Making
his way back up slowly he kissed me thoroughly, his tongue vigorously playing
with mine and I could taste my arousal on this lips, reigniting my lust.

“Put
your legs round me, Liv” he demanded in a growl, as he placed his arm under my
bottom to lift me.

Swinging
my legs over his hips, I grasped him with my thighs and lowered my hand between
us to position his cock at my entrance.

“Condom
Baby” Nate rasped, while suckling on my neck. “Are you clean?” I managed to ask
him. “Yeah Baby, are you on birth control?” he asked, looking to face me.

“I
haven’t slept with anyone for ten years Nate and I can’t get pregnant. I need
to feel you baby, I need you bare” I informed him, rotating my hips to tell him
I couldn’t wait any longer.

Fixing
my eyes with his intense gaze, he impaled me in one brutal thrust.

“
Shit”
he grated through his teeth as I cried out, my head flung back and banged
against the tiled wall of the shower.