around to the far wall and sets me down on the windowsill. He lunges to the side and swipes at the lights, dousing us with darkness.
I’m giddy when I realize what he wants to do. “We can’t do that here.”
Nate pushes my thighs apart and the fabric of my skirt offers plenty of room. He steps in between my legs so his hips are directly in front of mine. “We can do anything you want.”
An image of the two of us, naked, and covered in paint while rolling across a canvas comes to mind. I push the thought away. This is crazy enough. That would be totally insane. His lips are on mine and he kisses me sweetly. “Tell me what you want, Kerry.”
I sit there for a moment with Nate between my legs. He’s leaning in, close to my face. There’s a pale white light shining through the windows from the streetlamp outside. It spills across his face and dusts his dark hair with patches of white. “I want you, but—”
That’s enough. Whatever self-restraint Nate had is gone. His mouth crushes against mine and I’m lost in a kiss so hot it makes the spot between my legs pulse. When he pulls away, I gasp for air and say his name softly. His lips are on my neck as his hands push my skirt past my hips. I hear his zipper and know there’s only the thin fabric of my panties between us. He pulls my bottom to the edge of the counter and then positions himself just below me.
Looking into my eyes, he growls, “Fuck me, Kerry.”
I gasp when I feel him push into me with no forewarning, no careful fingers. Suddenly he’s there, filling me, hard and hot. I dig my nails into his neck and bite my lip to keep quiet. His hips press against mine and I take him deeper as he palms my ass, crushing me to him. I spread my thighs wider and latch my ankles around his hips. He watches my eyes as he rocks into me, pushing in deep and then pulling out. The movement repeats and I can’t keep my eyes on him. My head tips back and my mouth opens into an O. My ponytail dangles down my back as I clutch his shoulders and rock with him.
Nate breathes hard against my ear, pressing his cheek to mine, as he takes me harder and faster. The rhythmic movements become frantic until I’m wound so tightly that I nearly shatter. I buck wildly against his hips as I find my release and then still.
Hanging onto his shoulders, I open my eyes. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”
Nate’s voice is rich and rumbles when he speaks. “No one tells me who I can fuck. If you want me, take me. If you don’t, then leave.”
That was a weird answer. I respond carefully. “It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is,” he’s watching my face now. He’s still hard inside of me and presses his hips forward. I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. “Do you want this?” I nod slowly. “Say it, I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you, Nate. I just don’t want—”
He pulls away and I gasp with the sudden movement. He turns me around and commands, “Bend over.”
I hesitate. “Someone will find us here. Nate—”
“No one is here at midnight. Kerry, it’s just us.” He positions himself behind me and presses me down over the counter so my ass is right in front of him. “Tell me you want it.” He waits for me to say it, to agree with him before doing anything.
“Of course I want you. Nate, being with you is one of the best—” my words die in my mouth as he pushes into me. His thick shaft presses into my hot core and I gasp as I clutch the counter.
“Stop thinking. Let yourself feel and let go, Kerry.”
I lay there as he fucks me senseless. I like the feel of him inside me without the condom and get lost in the sensations. We move from the window to a desk, changing positions. Although it’s dark, I know he’s watching me with every thrust of his hips, devouring the look on my face. It’s incredibly sexy. I know he’s completely here now, with me. There’s nothing else in his mind, no one else breaks through. Not for either of us.
Pittacus Lore, James Frey, Jobie Hughes