Page 28 of Stepping Up

We took an Uber to Nate’s apartment, and we made out like horny teenagers in the back seat the whole way. He felt me up like a teenager, too, not even trying to hide the fact that he was groping my tits from our driver. I made a mental note to give the guy five stars on the app, especially when Nate leaned in and bit my earlobe, then whispered, “Can’t wait to have you naked and squirming in my bed, Carl. I’m gonna enjoy it a hell of a lot.”

When we stumbled inside his place, still kissing and laughing and tripping over our own feet as we shed our shoes by the front door, a rush of excitement swept over me. Sure, there was the sexual anticipation, a deep, yearning need to touch and taste every inch of Nate’s body and have him do the same to mine. But there was a regular dose of anticipation for something fun, too. I should have known it would be fun with Nate. We were always laughing when we were together. Why should sex be any different in that regard? We were friends first, and that was the kind of dynamic I’d always dreamed of. Finding somebody who really got me and made me come like crazy was the ultimate dream.

Nate already had the first one down. And I had no doubt he would accomplish the latter. God, I couldn’t wait.

When we made it to Nate’s bedroom, though I’d been curious what it would look like before, I hardly noticed our surroundings. I saw a bed, some dark colors, a little bit of general mess that made sense for him. I was too caught up in this man to notice anything more. The way his light brown hair fell almost into his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, the taut ropes of muscle that flexed and stretched under that gorgeously graffitied skin on his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” I told him in an awed whisper between kisses, and his big hands came up to cradle my head, pushing my hair back from my face with shocking tenderness that made me feel safe. He smiled into my eyes with open adoration. I was swooning.

“You too, baby. More stunning than you’ll ever know.”

Before I could start to worry that this felt almost too serious all of a sudden, Nate moved his hands quickly from my face all the way down to grab my ass and haul me against him. He lifted my skirt, squeezed and massaged my soft flesh, and groaned. “And Christ above, Carly, did you know you’ve got an absolute dump truck of an ass?”

I laughed hard enough that I snorted, and then Nate laughed, too. Feeling the mischievous spirit flowing through me, I danced away from his grip, playful and smirking and delightfully young. He prowled toward me as I backed up to the edge of his bed, stopping before I hit the mattress. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I purred in challenge, and Nate’s face lit with a Cheshire Cat smile when I reached for the hem of my dress and swiftly pulled it off over my head.

I let Nate survey me as I stood there in my bra and panties, both black to go with the work-appropriate dress I’d worn, though they weren’t a matching set. The lighting in his bedroom was dim, but not enough to hide my stretch marks, the folds of my back, the cellulite on my thighs. I didn’t care. I had learned to love my body for everything it gave me, everything it did to keep me alive, and even for the reaction it got from Logan and Nate both. Nate didn’t have an issue with any of my so-called imperfections, either. He looked at me like I was an oasis in the desert and he was a man dying of thirst.

“Love the lacy panties, Carl, but I’d love even more if you’d show me the sweetness underneath,” Nate said, his voice low in pitch and volume. His eyes trailed down my full stomach, falling on that triangle of black fabric between my legs. My heart raced. How was he so good at this?

“I’m feeling a little underdressed, compared to you,” I countered, my voice not coming out quite as confidently as I'd hoped at first. I propped my hands on my hips, feeling my power a little more as I continued. “Take your shirt off, lover boy.”

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” Nate said with a grin. He yanked his shirt off in a smooth, quick motion, throwing it across the room without a care.

Oh, sweet Jesus. Nate Young was a work of art in more ways than one. I’d known he was annoyingly Dorito-shaped before, but seeing his broad shoulders taper down to a slim little waist I couldn’t wait to grip with my thighs was a whole new level of delicious. His lean, tight stomach had an enticing trail of brown hair leading down into his waistband, but I let my eyes trail upward first, taking in the beautiful array of colors that cascaded across his chest. The tattoos that covered his slim, strong arms were plenty sexy as it was, but seeing how the dragon tail on one bicep connected to the rest of its body and the vividly bright breath of fire on his pectoral, how a waterfall of florals crept down the side of his rib cage, how well he wore all that ink amid an artful dusting of chest hair and pierced nipples to boot… it was all too much. All I could do was laugh.

Nate was too confident to be offended. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. I explained before he could ask. “You’re stupidly hot, Nate. Why wasn’t I trying to jump your bones months ago?”

His own laugh was a bark that went well with the wolf tattoo I saw peeking up from his waistband, right across his jutting hip bone. Those would be perfect handles to hang onto while I rode his dick into next week. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he mimicked me, and I lost all ability to speak as he undid his belt buckle with one hand and yanked the leather strip out of his belt loops in a quick whip crack.

And damn it, he didn’t even give me a second to process how sexy and impressive that move was because he skipped the teasing I’d opted for, going right to the button of his jeans. I gaped as he oh, so casually dropped his pants, and then in seconds, he was hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his tight black underwear and dragging those down, too.

There was so much to see, I was a little overwhelmed. More colorful ink on his thighs, one impressive piece that went all the way down to his ankle and seemed to include some aquatic life—jellyfish, a sea turtle, a hammerhead shark. But of course, I really couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

Nate has a pretty cock, I thought, and then let out a desperate laugh because it sounded ridiculous even to me, but it was true. It stood at full attention, red-purple at its head and proud, substantial in size and absolutely delectable. Not as thick as Logan’s had been, maybe, but Nate’s cock was still full and veined and long enough that I knew it would hit that perfect spot inside me with no effort. Plus, it had a slightly wicked curve that only made it all the more wanton, and wait a second. Was that—metal? I gasped when it glinted against the light, confirming the painfully sexy truth. The head of Nate’s cock was pierced with a silver ring, and just the sight of it was so erotic, I wanted to fall to my knees and beg him to fuck me, no more preamble necessary.

“Like what you see, baby?” Nate asked, and instead of answering, I hurried to scramble out of my bra and panties, needing to be naked and next to him, touching him, on him. When I was completely bare, he let out a shaky, quiet, “Fucking hell. You’re a fantasy. Come here.”

But in contradiction to his demand, Nate strode toward me, smoothly scooping me into a full-frontal kiss, pressing our bodies as close as they could get. It was something out of a movie, sweeping and romantic, our mouths moving in sync, our tongues savoring each other. When he’d had enough to hold him over, he broke the kiss. Then, panting, he gently pushed me back against his mattress, making both of us laugh when I fell ungracefully and bounced a little. Nate stood over me, watching, and he waggled his eyebrows. “Goddamn, your tits look great when they move like that. Mind to give me a little shimmy?”

It was a joke, but the kind that was true at the same time. I was having too much fun to refuse him. Laughing all the while, I obliged, propping myself up on my elbows so I could shake my breasts sufficiently. Nate laughed, then licked his lips and said, “Yeah, that’s it.” Then he pounced.

He was on me in seconds, pressing his lean muscle into my softness as he kissed me again, slow and a little sloppy. Perfection. I let my hands trace the edges of his body, and he let one of his hands slide from my bare hip up to my breast, heightening my arousal with his careful caress. His lips dragged lazily across my jaw and down my throat as he murmured nonsense dirty talk that he didn’t even seem to be aware of. His lips stopped to suck at each of my nipples, and he seemed to get distracted there, licking me into perfect, heightened pleasure, alternating between the left and right whenever the urge struck.

One of his hands was too busy propping himself up against the mattress, but the free one cradled the pillow of my breast like it was precious, moving to skillfully massage the neglected nipple between his skilled fingers whenever his mouth had moved to the one opposite. I was panting, close to finishing from this alone, and that seemed to excite Nate. He tested my resolve, letting those sexy canine teeth scrape over my pebbled flesh, biting down gently.

If I weren’t with Nate, if it weren’t so good, if I weren’t past the point of caring, I might have been embarrassed by the hard and fast crest of my orgasm, how it crashed over me and ripped a cry from my lips. I’d already been so ready back at the bar. Now, the promise was fulfilled. Nate swore, a quiet, triumphant, “Fucking Christ, yes,” that he then muffled by sucking my nipple again as if he couldn’t help himself, at the same time carrying me through the pleasure. It pulsed through my body, and even with the relief of finally coming, I only yearned more for Nate to turn his attention to my pussy.

“Lick me,” I gasped out, surprising myself. When had I ever been that up front, asking for something I wanted? Maybe it was because I felt so safe with Nate. I spread my legs for him, reaching for my aching clit. Unable to resist, I pinched it for a second between my two fingers before I spread my lips apart for him to see. An invitation for him to devour me.

“Oh, gladly,” Nate growled. He gave one last playful lick to my nipple, almost like a dog, making me laugh before he started to kiss his way down my stomach. It was fast, but no less erotic for it, every touch of his lips to my over-sensitized skin pushing me closer to yet more ecstasy. When he was level with my pussy, Nate’s smile was wide and full of promise. He gripped my thighs and spread my legs even wider, took a moment to drink me in with his eyes. He let out a low whistle. “Fucking perfect, baby. I’ve dreamt of seeing your pretty pussy all spread out like this for me for… shit, it feels like years.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly. I squirmed, rocking my hips with the need for him to touch me, which made him grab me. This had to be why they were called love handles. His hands were a perfect fit for my soft flesh, gripping hard enough to bruise. Good. He didn’t stop me from wiggling, just wanted to be along for the ride as I did it. “It’s ready for you.”

“Yeah, it is.” He licked his lips. “All wet and ripe. Goddamn, I’m lucky.” Nate’s gorgeous lips formed a smirk, and then he brought his open mouth down to kiss me right where I wanted him.

The heat of him drove me wild instantly. He kissed and licked my soaked folds passionately, the way he would with my mouth, focusing the ministrations of his tongue especially on my swollen clit. I twitched and moaned under his attention, and every sound I let out only made him try harder to break me apart. I was panting heavily, my chest heaving with the effort to contain all of this decadent sensation, when I gripped the longest strands of his hair with both of my hands.

“Mmm,” Nate hummed into me, bringing out another of my own small, involuntary moans. He pulled back so he could speak, though his tongue delved into my wetness between words, licking me like an ice cream cone, as if he couldn’t get enough. “Pull harder, baby. Don’t be shy.”

I obeyed him, digging my greedy fingers further into his hair and tugging him closer to me. The hearty, male groan he let out as he sucked my clit into his mouth was almost enough to make me come all over his face. I cried out a desperate “Yes!” as he reached his long arms up to grab my tits, too, and he picked up the pace of his licking.

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