A Bitch In Time (Marina: Part One: Naughty Nookie Series) (7 page)

Before I have the chance to
join the long queue, I’m dragged back to Earth.  But it isn’t a
disappointment, because in those few milliseconds, or seconds, or minutes, I
don’t know which, I’ve been repositioned again.

This time, I’m on my back and
Nate is where he needs to be.  Right between my legs.  His cock is at
the entrance of my body and even though I feel drugged in the aftermath of my
heaven-sent climax, my lower body tenses slightly in preparation for Nate’s
cock.

He has managed to lodge the
tip of his shaft inside me and my pussy quivers and quakes about it.  His
hiss tells me I need to relax if I’m to accept all of him.  But you
fucking try to let a cock as thick as a can of soda inside you!

Especially after three months
of abstinence!

His fingers retreat to my clit
and as sensitive as it is, the faint massage has my pussy fluttering open a
little.  Something he immediately takes advantage of by forging another
inch of hot, thick cock inside me.

His dexterity, once again,
shocks me.  In a good way. 

With his natural hand, he’s pinning
one of my legs wide open, by placing his fist against the mattress to support
himself so I can’t lessen the angle.

My other leg is bent at the
knee and pressed to his chest.  The position gives him stability and
enables him to touch my pussy the way he is.

Sweat is pouring down his
face.  It’s killing him to go so slow, but he’s doing it for my
sake.  Touched, I bear down and force my pussy to release the taut grip it
has on his shaft.

He takes it for the invitation
it is and rams deep.  A keening cry escapes me and it isn’t the depth of
his penetration that has my body arching, head pinned to the pillow in reaction
– it’s the breadth.  I’m pulled wide open.  Spread.  The thicker
wedge at the base of his shaft pulls the mouth of my sex, with all its nerve
endings, apart.  I want to push my legs together, force him out.  But
my position won’t let me.

It’s only here that Nate can
dominate me.  Only between the bedroom walls.  And he does it every
time.  Takes control of me and my body, takes the mantel of power away
from me, until I don’t know who I am any more.

Split apart by his shaft, I
rock my head from side to side and a frown crosses my brow as I try to
acclimatize myself to the thickness.  It’s hard and I feel a sudden weight
on my bent knee as he leans over and presses a kiss to my scowling forehead.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers and
rotates his hips.

The softness of his voice,
that slight wriggle of his cock deep inside has a whimper escaping me. 
Another rotation, then a slight thrust, and the scowl remains but is there for
a different reason.  He’s ignited me again.  Set fire to the dying
embers of my arousal.

Another kiss to my forehead
and the pressure on my chest abates as he retreats to his earlier
position.  Holding his weight on one hand, he grabs one of my own and
positions it between my legs.

“Touch yourself, Marina,” he
grits out and the gravel in his voice rakes down my spine. 

I open my eyes and bridge a
connection with his.  The fire in his depths matches the one ravaging my
body.   As I lower my hand to my pussy, I keep the connection as I
slide my fingers between the lips of my sex.  Rubbing the nubbin, a deep
breath whooshes out of me at the sensation surging through my bloodstream and
on the next inhalation, he pulls out.

I rub hard, frigging my clit,
knowing he’s going to forge another path inside me.

And he doesn’t disappoint.

Flinging my head back, my hips
rock upwards as he thrusts in, deep.  As I play with my clit, he fucks
me.  I try to concentrate on the pleasure flooding through me, but he’s so
damned thick that each thrust is borderline painful.  And sick bitch that
I am, that makes me all the hotter.

The next time we fuck, I’ll be
prepared.  It’s always tough the first time.  Like my cunt can’t
possibly believe his shaft is so damned huge. 

The tingles of pleasure
increase and keep me on edge.  I open my eyes, knowing I’m nowhere near
cumming and watch Nate.  His shoulders and biceps are straining, the veins
clearly visible and the tendons at his throat show white through his tanned
skin.  His eyes are hungry, staring at my clit and the fingers I’m using
to tease myself.  He keeps on licking his lips and from the left field,
with no real indication as to why, he suddenly increases his pace. 
Fucking me, rutting in me until the bed starts to shake against the wall. 
As fast as he’s going, he
just
stops.

Then, he starts again. 
Thank
God!

Another hard thrust and his
entire body freezes.  His hips start a weird undulation and he grunts, low
and long.  Warmth blasts inside me and his eyelids alternate between
flaring wide open and narrowing to slivers as his climax rattles through
him. 

Watching him, feeling him,
knowing I made this gorgeous hunk cum, fills me with a feminine glee.  I
don’t care that I didn’t climax.  He saw to my needs beforehand and my
arousal is on a low simmer, waiting for the next round.

And with Nate, there’s always
a next time. 

Silence throbs through the
room for a few minutes as Nate lets the pleasure of his climax settle in his
soul.  I raise a hand and reach for his cheek, cupping it in my warm palm
for a second, waiting until his eyes pop open.

When they do, I smile at
him.  “Hey.”

The greeting is inane, but it
makes him grin.  “Haven’t we already done this part?”

I wink at him.  “Yeah,
but now the tension’s gone, we can say hi properly.”

Releasing my hold on his jaw,
I raise both arms overhead and stretch.  Nate watches and the wriggling of
my small breasts has his cock twitching inside me.  My brow cocks up and I
ask, “Already?”

He grins again.  “No
way.  Give a guy a chance.”

“Oh, you’ll have plenty of
chances tonight.  I promise you.”

“Sure bet, are you?”

I pull out my tongue at
him.  “The best kind.”

His smile turns a little
serious as he pulls away to release my bent leg from its tight compression
against his chest.  I grab a hold of his butt to maintain the weakening
connection of our sexes and he nods, silently telling me he understands. 
He maneuvers so that we’re still joined, but my legs are free.  He settles
all of his weight atop me and rests his forearms either side of my head so that
our faces are only a few inches away from the other.

“Did you really mean it, when
you said you were coming to the ranch?”

There’s a vulnerability to his
voice I hadn’t expected, but I don’t mention it, simply nod.  “Yeah. 
But that’s something I want to talk about in the morning.”  I smile up at
him, to take the sting of my words away and continue, “You surprised the hell
out of me with your prosthetic.”

“Pretty neat, huh?”  His
grin is like a little boy’s.  I can only imagine how much the bionic hand
has improved his quality of life and soon, if he agrees it’s safe, I’ll be with
him and will be able to see the difference it has made to him.

“Yeah.  I didn’t expect
it.  Two hands, double the trouble,” I tease.

“Oh, you’ve no idea. 
Matt Davids had me training with it for months.  You’ve no idea how much
play dough I’ve gone through and all the time, I’ve been thinking about…” 
He breaks off then bends down and presses a kiss to my lips and then, tilts his
head and brushes them against my left earlobe.  “… your clit and your
nipples.  Thinking how hard I could make you cum with both hands to tease
you.”

His breath washes over the
sensitive flesh of my throat and I stutter out, “You can practice on the real
thing now.”

His laugh is music to my
ears.  “You’re right.  I can.”

Nate shifts his mouth back to
my lips and for a second, he just kisses me.  A simple kiss.  One
that makes my heart stutter a little. 

He breaks the connection and
murmurs, “Fancy a bath?”

I nod and watch as he tugs
free of my body —his stomach rippling as he does and a faint moan escaping me
at the sensation of being empty— then he leaps off the bed and strides toward
the bathroom. 

The muscles in his butt flex
with his movements,
and the pretty picture he
paints has my eyes glued to him as he stalks away.  The sounds of running
water come from the bathroom but I lie still.  Knowing what will happen if
I don’t move and looking forward to it.

There are some advantages to
being skinny.  Yeah, clothes fit, but that’s nothing in comparison to
having a man haul you about as though you were lighter than air.

Nate returns, a low whistle
sounding from under his breath and without a murmur, he returns to the bed and
lifts me up.  Carrying me from the bed to the bath, his hold is careful
and sure and I feel like a million dollars as he lowers me into the swiftly
flooding bathtub.  Seconds after being submerged in hot water, something
that’s only going to cause us both heat exertion when combined with the ambient
temperature of the suite, he climbs in too.  Both feet in, he flicks off
the faucet and then lies down beside me.  Before he settles, he
repositions me astride him so that my back is against his chest.

It’s a large bathroom for a
hotel suite.  A huge tub at one side of the room, a shower with way too
many nozzles at the other and the vanity and toilet behind a glass-block
enclosed wall.  The spotlights dazzle overhead, but there are different
areas of illumination.  Nate has put the lights in the toilet area on, so
we’re kind of in the dark, but we can see each other.

For a moment, we just lay
there.  We don’t need to let the heat seep into our bones, because it’s
hot enough, but still, it’s nice to just be.  He reaches for my hand and I
curl my fingers into his.  I do the same with the prosthetic and I can
tell he’s touched, when he nuzzles his damp chin against my sweaty cheek.

“You’ve never had a problem
with it, have you?” he asks, his words merely confirming my thoughts.

“No.”  It’s the
truth.  I haven’t. 

“Why is that, you think?”

I shrug and jostle the water
so it ripples over us.  “Growing up at the
IQ Commune,
you don’t
really question the way people look.  It’s more about the brain.  You
get used to thinking that way.  It was only in New York, when I realized
the rest of the world wasn't like that.”

He hums under his
breath.  “Is that when you started to get all body conscious?”

I stiffen a little in his
hold, but I make the admission with no real shame.  It’s the truth. 
In fact, it’s weird we haven’t had this conversation before, because he knows I
dislike being nude, even if I’ve gradually grown accustomed to it when I’m with
him.

“Yeah.  I guess so.”

Another hum and a kiss to my
cheek.  A silent prompt to tell him more. 

“When I was a kid, we had this
math scholar at the commune and he had a prosthetic.  Nobody really gave a
damn.  He was John, he was bloody smart.  And I mean Stephen Hawking
smart.  That was all that counted.  I had some friends in Sheridan
and I invited them over one day.  They were so freaked out by him.  I
don’t know why.  But they were.”  I shrug again.  “Like I said, stuff
like that was never important at Blue Ridge.”

“Why did he leave?”

“He died.  You know how
some of them are.  They either handle it or they don’t.”  By it, we
both know I’m referring to the super-duper intelligence people have at Blue
Ridge.  “He was in the midst of trying to solve some applied math problem
and then, he just…”  I shrug.  “Gave up.  We all knew he had
depression problems.  But I don’t think we believed he’d kill himself.”

He separates his hand from
mine and starts to massage my palm.  “It hurts, when they do that.”

Since Nate has taken control,
we’ve had two suicides.  It’s part and parcel of the commune,
unfortunately.  But the delicacy of the people residing at the ranch is
also the reason as to why it exists in the first place.  Blue Ridge is
there to protect the people whose intelligence sets them above the Average
Joe. 

That sounds elitist, but in
truth, the guys at the genius farm need the security the commune
provides.  It’s very rare for a year to pass without at least one attempt
made at suicide. 

It’s strange thinking I’ll be
back there soon, if Nate agrees it’s safe for me to return home.  I’ve
left it in Uncle Sam’s hands for too long, I guess.  The guardianship
follows the direct line of Denison heirs.  The only reason Uncle Sam can
take care of it in my stead is because he’s a Denison.  Really, my mother
would be the best one to take care of Blue Ridge.  She’s been there since
birth and knows it from the ground up.  But she’s in India at the
moment.  When my father died, she went a little loopy and now, she’s
hooked up with a twenty-eight year old toy boy.

I don’t even want to know what
the pair of them get up to!

“Yeah.  It hurts to lose
any of them.”  I bite my lip.  “It will be strange being back there.”

“Good strange?”

“I don’t know.  Do you…”
I have to ask the question, even though I really don’t want him to answer in
the affirmative.  “… do you think we should break up?”

He tenses up behind me and his
massaging fingers pinch down.  “Is that a weird ass way to test me or
something?”

Pleased with the gruff answer,
I settle back against him and rest my head against his shoulder. 
“No.  I just didn’t want you to feel trapped.”

“Well, that’s a hell of a
strange way to figure out if I feel that way or not.  No, I don’t think we
should break up.”

“Someone had to ask. 
Things will be different back at the ranch.  We’ll be together a
lot.  We’ll be sharing the homestead.”

He snorts.  “We’ll be
doing a damned sight more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll be sharing my
quarters.”

“That’s very definitive. 
What if I want my own space?”

He chuckles.  “Tough
shit.”

“Who’s the tough man
now?”  I’m not too displeased by the idea of sharing a bedroom with
him.  Not that I’ve ever done that before.  By the time Jimmy and I
were married, he was in hospital.  I slept on a cot in his private
room.  Hardly the same as what I’ll be doing now.

His fingers restart their
massage on my hand.  The water around us is silky and each faint movement
has it curling about our limbs; I enjoy having baths with Nate.  It’s like
being in a cocoon.  And at the moment, with the mafia breathing down my
neck, a protected embrace feels way too good.

“You’ll get used to it.”

It’s my turn to snort but a
faint prodding at my back has a smile widening my lips.  He’s hard.

“Someone’s happy at the
thought of having me on hand twenty-four-seven,” I drawl and wriggle my hips,
feeling his cock butt against my lower back.

“It’s always happy to see
you.  Damned fool thing.  You almost killed me in there. 
Shouldn’t be ready to go again until tomorrow, after that stunt you pulled.”

“I’ll have you know it’s
called edging.”

“I’ll have you know it’s
called torture.  Making a man almost cum, then stopping and
restarting!”  He shakes his head; his stubbled chin rubs against the back
of my neck.

“Get used to it.  I’ve
plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”

There’s another hopeful bob as
his cock makes it to full mast.  Laughing, I pull away from him and lean
forward.  The enamel against my knees is hard, but I’ll endure it for the
moment.  I crawl down to the foot of the bath and rest my hands against
the side.  Wiggling my ass, I look back and say, “Come on, tough guy.”

In the dim light, I can see
his cocky grin.  The water splashes to the side and over on to the floor
as he sits up and maneuvers behind me.  The bath is big, but with the two
of us in it, it’s cramped.  When I feel him nestling against my butt, I
let my back droop a little so that the hot water caresses the tips of my
breasts.  His hands come up and rub my butt.  My soft flesh gives way
under his touch as he massages.  His fingers slip down between the crevice
of my sex and he inserts a single digit into my soft pussy with little to no
preparation.  I hiss a little, the unused tissues still feeling the strain
from earlier on, but as his thumb glides down to caress my clit, I wiggle again
as my body starts to respond.  

Pressing my forehead on to my
hands at the edge of the bath, the warmth of the water and Nate at my back is
an extra decadent touch.  He slides his other hand up and plays with one of
my breasts, tugging the nipple and pinching it.  He ceases his play and
trails his fingers around my side and up to my back.  With the pads, he
digs down the side of my spine and I moan under my breath at yet another
massage.  The dual workings of his hands have my blood gaining temperature
and when he pulls his finger out of my sex and replaces it with the head of his
cock; I know to be prepared for his penetration.

His thickness is almost
overwhelming.  Like being submerged under water.  I bite down on my
lip, tasting blood and knowing there will be a faint bruise there
tomorrow.  He works his way in, lodges himself inside and starts a slow
thrust that takes him to the hilt.

He rests over me, pressing his
front to my back so I’m surrounded by him.  One hand reaches for mine and
together we delve down beneath the water and with our bridged knuckles, start
to rub my clit.  A low, long hiss escapes between my teeth as he times his
shallow but slow thrusts to the nudge of my clit.  Within five or so
pumps, my body is eager to welcome him and ready to join the party.  Once
I’m acclimatized to his sheer thickness, I thrill in taking every inch. 
It’s just a bit daunting, is all.

His thrusts become harder, as
I start to back into him.  My butt knocks into his thighs as I urge him
into me, urge him to return, to fuck me, to make love to me, to complete me.

I hiss again as he pulls out
all the way to the tip and then rams deep inside me again.  A few more
thrusts like that have me panting.  He’s fucking me in earnest now. 

His fingers pull away from
mine and they shove my hands away.  He settles his slick digits around the
nub, surrounding it and then, in time to his hard thrusts, he pinches down.