Breach (9 page)

With a sudden movement
, both of his hands were pushing my head down on his shaft. I gagged at the intrusion, causing Nathan to hiss and moan in response.

“Get you
r ass up here and let me fuck you the way you want it; hard, fast, and dirty. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He was taunting me.

I couldn’t protest.
He was right, it
was
what I wanted. I was caught in his seductive spell, eager for what was to come, for what he was going to give me.

“It’s what I want.
To stretch you open and have your pussy suck me back in.” His fingers moved down my jaw, grasping on to the back of my neck and pulling me, his lips devouring mine.

He proceeded to rid me of my clothes,
yanking my shirt off and pushing my panties to the ground.

“Oh, God!”
I cried out as he leaned down, his teeth biting onto my cloth covered nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“Not God, baby…
Nathan
. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.” He unclasped my bra, sending it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, leading me into the living room. I stared at
him as we walked, noticing he was still wearing his shirt and pants, which he slid down to his knees as he sat down and leaned back. One hand pushed his cock upright, while the other guided me over, steadying me as I straddled his hips.

Once there, his fingers pinched my nipple, then moved down between us, past my clit, and found the moisture that had settled and pooled at my core. A throaty gr
oan ripped through me the instant his finger slipped inside.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned. “Was this from sucking my cock?” He pulled his fingers from me,
then swirled and dragged my dripping juices straight to my puckered anus. A light pressing of his fingers made my eyes widened. “You’re so uptight and frigid; I should warm you up and then impale your ass with my cock. Fucking shoot my load up there.”

His fingers flitted, dancing around at my opening
, and I had never felt so wanton, so dirty. My hips were moving against him, the tip of his cock hitting my clit each time and making me beg for more.

“M
aybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Have my come all over your body.”

“
Please. I want everything you want to give me.” I should have been ashamed, but there wasn’t room for any reaction except pure unadulterated lust and filthy desire for him and his words.

His fingers pushed back up into my pussy, his thumb hooking onto his cock and pressing it against my clit. I leaned forward, one hand braced next to his head as I drew in a shuddering breath.

“That’s it, baby, you love my cock deep inside you. You need me to fill you.” His eyes were twisted, dark, and so fucking glorious. I was transfixed, and I was hanging on to every word. He was beyond aroused. It seemed it wasn’t just about punishment for him anymore; it was about self-medication and numbing his mind, drowning out his ghosts.

One finger slipped out and back, sliding just inside the entrance, tempting me and sucking me into his world. I wanted to be part of it, be part of his soul. He was my God, and I worshipped him.

“Have you ever had a cock up here?” he asked. I shook my head, my body crying out for him to shove his cock inside me. “Don’t lie to me, slut.”

I shook my head again.
“None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me!”

He grinned up at me, licking his lips. “You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a cock shoved up there.
Soon.” He pulled his fingers from me, his weeping cock released and landing back down on his stomach. “That is fucking sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”

“Y–y
es,” I stammered.

“My cock like
s the sound of that, and,” his gaze moved down, “so does your pretty little pussy.”

I almost cried with joy when he lined
up his cock, but screamed out in pleasure when he slammed me down hard as he pushed up, filling me in one swift movement. My hands moved to his chest for support, while his held my hips in a painful grip, almost bone crushing.

“Damn, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me,” he groaned
, lifting me up and pulling me back down.

“Deeper,” I moaned.

“Deeper?” He slowed down and kept his cock at my entrance.

“Fucking tease.
” I let all my weight relax so he was filling me again.

“Nobo
dy tells me how to do this shit.” He flipped us over, pounding me into the couch. My head rolled back, my eyes fluttering close. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you fucking love it.”

I smirked at him;
he was so full of himself in that moment. His heavy hooded eyes watched, transfixed as his cock disappeared into my pussy with each thrust. His jaw was tight and there was a constant look of furious concentration, as if he was driving his demons out of him with each movement.

He growled.
“That is a fucking spectacular view. I could watch it all fucking day.”

I was buzzing, m
y muscles tightening, signaling I was close. Nathan must’ve felt it as well.

“Come on, slut, come all ove
r my cock. Come!”

I screamed out his name, my nails digging into his arms, back arching
as I convulsed around him.

His relentless pounding didn’t let up as
I came down, it increased. Curses flew from his mouth, the slapping sound of skin filling the room. His sexy sighs, his tortured look as he stared at his cock pumping into me, and his declarations of, “Fuck, that’s the shit I love,” set me on fire.

I loved watching him
, knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams.
Me
, I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.

His eyes met mine,
and there was an emotion I’d never seen emitting from them. It was strong, and overpowering. He leaned down and captured my lips, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck holding me close.

My head couldn’t wrap
itself around the enigma that was Nathan Thorne.

He pulled away, his eyes ho
lding mine—fierce, determined and so damn hypnotic. His body was draped over mine, his pace quickening. Teeth scraped against my skin, biting, marking, as the assault from his mouth moved around. Tongue lashing at my skin, while lips caressed the harshness away. He bit down hard on my shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth, making sure the mark was good and dark. My walls tightened, and I could feel myself on the edge.

“You
’re going to come.” His mouth crushed mine, and forced my lips open. Several sexy sighs escaped him, flowing into me, and I felt his dick twitch. I smiled at the thought of watching him come undone above me.

He picked up my legs and anchored them over his shoulders. He pumped straight into me, his tip hitting the same glorious spot his fingers had earlier.

“Oh, God!”

“Yes, that’s it, baby
. Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.” There was a fierce edge to his voice. His erotic words were not empty or void. I knew he meant every single fucking word.

“More,” I said, the word
coming out unbidden. My mind was foggy, lost in the Nathan-induced haze.

“Shit! Fuck, baby
, you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” he stammered out, pleasure induced incoherency taking over.

His fingers dug into my thighs, shoving them together and with a force I’d never felt before
. It fucking ripped me apart and landed me with an orgasm that was akin to an out of body experience.

“Fuck
, Nate. Yes!” I screamed louder than I ever had during an orgasm, shuddering breaths and indecipherable moans, falling from my lips.

Every muscle in his body was vib
rating, his head tipped back as he started yelling. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”

His voice shattered, drowning mine out. I felt a sudden emptiness as he pulled out
of me. I stared as his hand pumped his cock, the head straining so much it was almost purple. He let out a strangled cry as the first hot stream was released. It landed on my left breast; the following spraying on my stomach. His body convulsed and swayed, hips jerking with each spurt.

“Shit, that is the best fucking sigh
t in the world,” he whispered, licking his lips as he stared down at my body. “You look so fucking good covered in me.” He moved his cock around, spreading his come around my skin, staring in perverse fascination.

“Tha
t was… God, I can’t describe it.” I was incredulous as I dragged my hands up through my sweat matted hair.

He beamed at me. “I know.
”

The damn mercurial man in front
of me was so happy. He was beaming at me like he adored everything about me. What the hell? Was it due to my earth shattering orgasm and he was pleased he’d done it to me? Or was there something else going on?

“I don’t think I
’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning, you’re buying,” I said between pants.

“How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?” He smirked and slowly pushed off of me.

“I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”

Before I could smack him or throw something at his smirking face, he was shrugging his pants up his hips
and heading for the door.

“Asshole!”
I hollered at him from my gelatinous place on the couch.

“You mean ‘thank you!
’” He snorted and threw open the door, letting it slide closed behind as he disappeared into the hallway.

CHAPTER
7

B
y Friday morning, I was still walking a little on the funny side, my muscles recuperating. With a coffee cup in hand, I was headed to the break room, only to find Caroline filling up her own.

“So, how’s it going today?” she asked, pouring the creamer into her cup and stirring.

I rinsed my own cup out in the sink, then poured myself some. “He’s such a pain in my ass!” I tried to keep my lips from quirking up into a smile, and present a pissed off demeanor. Inside I was laughing, knowing one day he’d make it true in a literal sense.

I couldn’t tell
Caroline about that though. Not yet. I still didn’t know what we were anyway. She laughed, before going over the evening plans. I was supposed to be out of the building by five to eat dinner before meeting her and some of our coworkers at eight.

I head
ed home at the promised time and ate while I scoured my closet for something to wear. It’d been so long since I’d gone out for “fun” that it took me some time to dig out any going-out worthy clothing. Suits and business attire had taken over my closet, making it hard to find anything else.

The air
still held a chill, so I settled for a jean skirt and large neck sweater that fell off one shoulder. I dug out some knee-high heeled boots for added warmth on my legs. The thought of tights passed through my mind, but I knew Nathan wouldn’t like them.

I didn’t even know if he was coming, and even if he did
, people we worked with were around, so he wouldn’t be touching me or dancing with me.

When I arrived at the destination,
Caroline and her boyfriend, Ian, were waiting for me at the entrance, and we were able to secure a large half-moon booth for our group.

I’d fi
nished off a shot of rum, and was starting in on a Long Island, when I felt it. Felt
him
—
his
eyes.

Nathan was there.

“Hey, Nathan, you made it!” Caroline called out.