Promise Me This (8 page)

Nate

If Jessie wanted to be with me then I’d treat her like she deserved. But Jesus fuck I was beyond turned on by this girl. Never have I seen a girl’s body with tattoos up close.

I continued kissing her full and soft mouth nice and slow, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips and then dipping its tip inside to meet hers. She was trembling and making this impatient noise in the back of her throat.

I didn’t understand it. She seemed to want more—like she wasn’t about to settle for what I was giving her, which was totally tripping with my head. But wasn’t this how all girls wanted it? Made to feel delicate and tantalizing while you were with them.

I’d always kept my other wild desires tucked safely away. Even when Jessie and I joked about the monster in my pants, I was really using it as a metaphor for that other hidden part of me, and now I wondered if she somehow knew. That deep inside I was really referring to something else.

Now Jessie grabbed at my hair and her tongue slashed past my lips. We were kissing in that frantic way again like we’d just been doing a few minutes earlier, as if we wanted to consume each other. And this was where I entered that gray area, where I was so goddamn cranked up by her, I thought I was going to fucking explode into a billion pieces.

I needed to take back control, but damn, the way she was kissing me was pure heaven. Just the way I always imagined I wanted it. With someone bold and free and hot as fuck.

I pulled away, attempting to gain authority over my breathing. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were wild. And her body was killer. Her breasts were practically hanging out of that black lace and all the artwork on her torso made me want to trace my tongue over every square inch. Never have I been with a girl who looked like her—like a painted canvas—and right now I felt like I was in over my head.

I reached out and traced the pad of my thumb over her lips and then down her throat. When I got to the middle of her chest, she whimpered and squirmed as if urging me on.

Her fingers reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra, as if she were unable to wait for me. Like she knew I was stalling. “Jessie, let me do it.”

She ignored me and unhooked it herself. “I don’t want to wait, Nate. You’re battling something. I can see it in your eyes.”

Her hands now cupped the lace over her breasts and my dick was rock solid. “If you want to stop, let’s stop. But if not . . . just let loose, Nate.”

“Fuck, Jessie. I want you, so bad. I’m just afraid if we . . .”

“Stop being afraid, goddamn it,” she blurted. “I’m asking you,
begging
you, to touch me. Touch me like I know you want to.
Own
me tonight.”

She tugged her bra down her arms in one fluid motion to let her breasts free. And that action tied with her unbelievable words seemed to speak to the darkness inside me. It was essentially my undoing.

Fuck me, this girl had the most gorgeous set of tits I’d ever laid eyes on. Large and swollen, with dark pink nipples—there was no way I could refrain from touching them. A replica of her camera was inked above her breast, which hands down, made her way hotter than any girl I’d ever gotten naked with.

The need in her eyes turned into unadulterated hunger and fueled that inner part of me that I was trying desperately to ignore. It was like she was the light to my darkness. The key to my enclosure.

Reaching out, I circled her nipple with my thumb and she closed her eyes on a moan.

“Please, Nate,” she ground out.

She was fucking begging me now, and that only emboldened me.

I leaned forward and began kissing her skin everywhere except the one place she wanted most. Her head fell back and a whimper rose from her throat.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” Something inside me kicked into higher gear. I allowed myself to let loose. Just a bit. “You need me to taste your nipples and I’m not doing it.”

“Yes.” Her body began trembling.

I nudged her back down on the bed and hovered over her. “You want my mouth on you?”

Her eyes blazed into mine. I didn’t see any fear in them, only desire and eagerness.

“You’re going to have to beg.” I grabbed hold of her arms and yanked them above her head, effectively keeping her hostage while my mouth assaulted hers. “Let me hear it.”

“Fuck, Nate,” she said all breathy. “Please . . . I need your mouth all over me.”

“That’s it.” I was beyond turned on. This was what I’d always wanted. Someone who’d let me play, allow me to stretch my wings and experiment in the bedroom. The tip of my tongue circled around one of her nipples and she almost sprang off the bed.

She attempted to rip her arms from my grasp, to touch me, but I wouldn’t allow it. “You keep your hands still, little firecracker, or I won’t lick you again. You hear me?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes.”

She immediately ceased struggling. I rewarded her by licking her other nipple and she exhaled in relief. But that wasn’t enough. For either of us.

“I’m going to free your hands but they need to stay up here like this,” I said, giving her fingers a squeeze. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her eyes practically rolled back in pleasure. This girl was unbelievable. She was my every fantasy come true. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?

I released my grasp and began devouring her breasts. God, I could lick and suck her tits all night long if she let me. They were perfect.

As she cried out, I felt her arms stretch down to reach for my hair. But then she seemed to remember my rule and yanked them back up.

That action turned me on so completely, I almost came in my goddamn pants.

My mouth skimmed down to her stomach and it quivered in my wake.

“Please, Nate. I need to see you,” she said, her voice husky. “I want to taste you, too.”

Shit, it was that pleading voice that would be my downfall. “In time, sweetheart.”

My fingers slid to her black panties and traced along the edges. “What kind of treasure do you have buried here?”

I could feel her knees shaking beneath me. A tattoo peeked from the top of the elastic and I nudged it down to have a look. It was some sort of ornate picture frame, the kind you might see hanging in museums.

She had a photo theme inked over the landscape of her body and it was so lush and gorgeous and exotic. This tattoo seemed to match the roll of film on her arms and the camera replica on her upper torso. Almost like a dedication to her late father.

And here I was bossing, dominating, asking her to beg. I yanked my head up, buckling from the pressure inside my skull.

Damn, I was a sick motherfucker. I needed to stop this madness.

Jessie went rigid, immediately sensing the change in my demeanor. “Nate,” she said, sitting up.

I got a full view of her bouncing tits and it did nothing to help my still-raging hard-on. But I was fighting with myself and she recognized it.

She reached for me and I allowed her to. Gazing deeply into my eyes, she gently burrowed her fingers in my hair and brushed her soft mouth against mine. Her lips parted and our tongues met in the most intimate kiss I’d ever encountered.

It was as if she were speaking to me through her lips. Soothing me, talking me through, mending me. The tips of our tongues slow danced in a drugging rhythm and I never wanted it to fucking end.

I had allowed her to see a different side of me that only one other girl had witnessed, but Jessie wasn’t afraid. In fact, she welcomed it.
I
had been the one to chicken out.

Her fingers stretched for my waistband and before I could protest, her warm hand was inside, grasping at me. She made that noise in the back of her throat again, like she was beyond turned on and wanted me as badly as I wanted her and it made me ache with need all over again.

“It’s okay, Nate,” she whispered against my lips.

I tried to control my breaths while reveling in her expert touch.

“I want you to let loose with me,” she said and then gripped me more firmly, making me gasp. “I like it.”

A growl erupted from the back of my throat and in two seconds flat, I had her pinned to the bed, my body flattening her to the mattress.

Fucking hell, I needed to get inside her. She was already inside me, messing with my head.

Her fingers traveled at lightning speed to my boxer shorts as she ripped them down my body, her feet helping them along the rest of the way. Now the entire length of me was digging into her stomach.

She reached between us and clutched me, her thumb swiping over the wet bead on my sensitive head. “You’re amazing.”

I could allow myself to get swept away from her touch or I could take back the reins and let all of my fantasies come true. I dragged her hands away from my body and yanked them down to her thighs.

“Don’t you dare move,” I rumbled and her eyes flared with longing.

Jessie

As I clenched the bedsheet, I realized that I had never been more keyed up in my entire life. I was afraid that being with Nate this one time would unravel me, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

He was fighting himself so hard and slowly realization had struck, like a compilation of images in front of me. I almost had a clear view of what was going on inside of him. Maybe not
everything
, but enough to know that Nate liked to be in control, liked to be wild in bed.

And he fought it—oh, did he fight it. I wasn’t sure why, but it must have had something to do with his demons, maybe from his upbringing—how his eyes looked so haunted when we’d pulled up in front of his childhood home.

There was more to Nate than I had ever dreamed and I loved the juxtaposition of the two sides of him. How he could be more soft and tender than I’d ever experienced with a guy. And then he’d become all hot and bossy and demanding.

It thrilled me beyond belief. Because he wasn’t coarse like the guys I dated. He was rugged and smooth and beautiful. But then those dominant words came flying out of his mouth and made him beyond sexy. And he didn’t even realize it.

Maybe he’d never been allowed to explore this side of himself with other women. Maybe the girls he was with—the girls he chose to be with—were straight-laced. Or maybe he cherry-picked them that way on purpose.

I looked up into his face and saw his nostrils flaring. He wanted me so badly and I needed to give him what he craved, so desperately. More than anything, I wanted to see him come undone.

He reached for his forgotten water on the nightstand and tipped it back to his mouth. I heard the glass clink, and when he set it down, he held a piece of ice between his lips. My stomach shuddered. Ah hell.

While gazing steadily into my eyes, he tugged my panties down my legs. And now both of us were completely naked. And his body. My word. It was ridiculous. Stunning. Beautiful.

Keeping the ice securely in his mouth, he bent his head and dragged it down my stomach. I cried out from the shock of cold and almost reached for his head to stop him, but he gave me a stern look. Fuck, I loved that.

His gaze lazily trailed down my legs. “Open up for me.”

I spread my legs as his eyes inspected and devoured every inch of me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted. “That might be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I moaned and his gaze flashed to mine, steeped heavy with longing.

He dragged the cube up my inner thigh heading for the one place I desperately needed him most. “Wider, baby.”

I stretched open and squirmed as the ice rounded my hip and slipped across my abdomen to the other side, ultimately closing in on my throbbing midpoint.

He rubbed the smooth slice in an outlying pattern, completely tormenting me, and never reaching my center. My very molten center now so ready to erupt that it would’ve instantaneously liquefied that ice.

Finally, his teeth grinded into what was left of the ice cube and he rubbed it over my swollen opening and then slipped it inside. The sensation was so indescribable I couldn’t help but bow my back and arch off the bed.

“Nate, please,” I whimpered. “I need you. I need more.”

“Yeah?” he said. “You want more?”

He settled his shoulders between my legs. Then he positioned his forearms beneath my thighs, rolling them upward. “Say it again.”

“I . . . I need more,” I stuttered out. “Please.”

His cold fingers met my hot skin on the tender underside of my thigh and I tensed.

Thing was, I’d never been into oral sex. The guys I’d dated usually went straight to the fucking part. I’d never really cared much about the other part. Never really needed it. Until this very instant.

If Nate didn’t put his mouth on me—the mouth he claimed he rarely put on anybody—I would surely die an agonizing death.

“Like this?” He slipped the tip of his cold tongue inside me and I cried out at the sensation. He dipped in and out at a lazy pace, his blazing eyes on me the entire time. “Fuck, I could taste you all night.”

Hearing that out of his pretty boy mouth was nearly my ruination. I prayed he’d move up to where I needed him most. I was aching with raw need.

“Where else do you need my tongue?” he said, reaching up and pinching my nipple. “Say it.”

“I need your tongue
on
me.”

“Where exactly?” he said palming, twisting, and squeezing my breast.

I whimpered. “Between my legs.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said and then gave my inner thigh a substantial bite. “Here?”

“No,” I grunted out, my center throbbing now.

His breath fanned across my midpoint and then he licked the outer edge of my lip. “Like this?”

I squirmed attempting to force his mouth right where I needed him. “Fuck, no.”

He licked the other side. “How about here?”

I shook my head forcefully ready to use my own hand to get my needs met.

“Then fucking
say
it,” he growled.

“Right in the center. On my clit,” I moaned. “
Please
.”

Dragging the broad side of his chilled tongue up my center, I practically sprang out of my skin. It was the strangest sensation, glacial cold against scorching heat and my thighs nearly clamped around his head.

He slid one delicate finger inside of me, and then two, while his tongue made love to my center, circling and swirling and nipping.

“Oh God, Nate.” He lapped and licked and then drew my nub between his cold lips. “Don’t stop.”

My orgasm rolled over me in slow and luxurious pulsing waves of pleasure as I gripped the bedsheets and mumbled his name over and over again.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, as he kissed and laved my center more gently now. I reached for his hair, and he let me, running my fingers through his waves. I was certain right then and there that this one night with Nate had absolutely destroyed me for other guys.

As he glided up my body, his tongue licked my stomach, between my breasts, landing on my neck. He felt hot and hard and I wanted desperately to bring him relief, however he needed it—and I prayed that meant he wanted to be inside me.

His mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply and passionately. This was the softer side of Nate and I reveled in it. I could taste myself on his tongue and I’d wondered why he’d decided to use his mouth on me so intimately.

Good lord, I wasn’t complaining, but I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to feel him and savor him, too. My hand slid down between our bodies and I gripped his huge and pulsing hard-on. I sat up, still clutching him. “Please, let me take care of you.”

“Fuck,” he said, when I slid on the floor between his knees. My hands trailed down his spine to his muscular backside and I tugged him forward. When my tongue swiped over the top of his head, the groan he released was long and throaty.

I licked the length of him, and then slipped my lips over the tip. I loved the feel of him in my mouth and the noises emitted from his throat satisfied me to no end.

All at once he pulled away and then yanked me onto the bed. Reaching for his belt on the floor, he began securing it around my wrists, making fast work of it.

I was dripping with need again, so when he suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes for silent consent, I was already nodding.

He tugged the belt tighter and ground out, “Turn around.”

I spun gingerly on my knees toward the wall. “Stay perfectly still.”

I could feel his dick biting into my ass and the only thought my lust-filled brain could muster was, if we’d finally do it, I’d be fine if he took me from behind. I knew he was just hovering over the precipice of his own needs and required permission to finally spring free.

I felt his lips on my lower back as they travelled up my spine to my neck and I moaned loudly. And then I felt the sting of a bite on my shoulder and my back jolted upright. He was becoming more daring, fleshing out his own desires, and I was more than thrilled to help him along.

“Hands on the headboard
now
,” he said, his voice hoarse and commanding. “Let me see it.”

I scooted up on my knees and flattened my back to reach the beyond the pillows.

Now my ass was essentially lifted in the air and I could hear his heavy breathing.

I could also feel him deliberating, questioning himself again, and it was unnerving.

“I liked when you bit my shoulder,” I said, wiggling my ass. “Do it again. I want you to. I’ll say
stop
if it’s too much or if I need a break.”

I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him to own me. Claim me. But my words had been enough because some kind of guttural sound emerged from his throat. Almost animalistic in nature.

And then I felt the onslaught of his mouth and tongue and lips, leaving hard kisses and stinging bites along my shoulders and back and ass, while his fingers worked me from the front.

“God, yes,” I said squirming and aching. I felt the buildup again low in my belly and my thighs quivered as I struggled to hold myself up.

His arm slung around my belly and his erection felt slick with pre-come.

“Oh God, Jessie.
Fuck
,” he ground out. “I’m too turned on, I can’t . . . I don’t think I can hold off.”

I felt, rather than heard, his deep groan reverberate against my skin as his release trickled over my lower back. The sound of him losing control swept me away into my second orgasm.

He arched over me, his breaths ragged as his fingers reached down to slide the evidence of his arousal up my spine and then down my ass—as if blending it into my skin. Leaving a piece of himself with me.

Then he yanked me toward him, crashing down on the bed, and we lay there in the tangled mix of our own sweat and breaths and release for quite some time.

Eventually he stood up and padded to the bathroom to grab a towel. When he returned, he began cleaning me, dragging the cloth gently between my legs and then along my backside.

“Fuck, Jessie,” he said in a torturous voice. “Did I hurt you?”

He sounded like a lost little boy and hearing him struggle over his own pleasure nearly killed me.

I turned, stared into his eyes and tugged him into my arms. He collapsed easily against me, his head sagging into my shoulder.

“No baby, you didn’t hurt me,” I whispered into his hair. “I was so turned on, I enjoyed every minute.”

His body shuddered and I pulled him tighter, my hand smoothing down his hair.

We became a jumble of limbs as he reached for me, his hands grasping the back of my legs and hauling me forward. Then his fingers slid up to my hips, pressing me firmly against him until we fit together perfectly. Seamlessly.

He breathed me in, sniffing my skin all along my neck and shoulder and ear. “I love the way you smell,” he mumbled, before promptly falling asleep.

I lay there for several quiet moments thinking about this vulnerable, beautiful guy in my arms.