Page 47 of Nathan

I comply, but he shakes his head. “Wider. Yep, just like that.”

He slips off his shoes, and his jeans follow. I swallow at the sight of his thick erection through his boxers. He crawls onto the bed and lays on his side, his hand propping up his head. His eyes are firmly fixed on the apex to my thighs as he runs his tongue along the underside of his top row of teeth. “Pull your panties to one side.”

Unlike the first time Nate asked me to do this when I panicked and almost ran, this time, I don’t hesitate. During the last few weeks, trust has grown between us, and now I know that by pleasing him, I’ll ultimately please myself.

“Touch yourself.”

Oh, this is a step up. I’ve masturbated several times thinking of Nate, but never with him watching. My hand creeps toward my pussy, and I glide my middle finger over my folds. Nate remains completely still, his eyes following every move of my hand. I touch my clit, the bundle of nerves already so sensitive that my legs writhe of their own accord. Nate sits up and grips both ankles, holding my thighs apart.

“Make yourself come.”

Embarrassment causes a rush of blood to my cheeks. Bringing myself to climax in the privacy of my own bedroom is one thing. To do it with Nate’s ice-blue, unwavering gaze on me is quite another.

“I-I don’t know if I can. Not with you watching. Not with your family on the other side of that door.”

His lips curve to the side in a crooked smile. “Forget my family. It’s not like they’re out there with glasses pressed against the door. It’s a big apartment. They won’t hear you. As for me watching… close your eyes if it makes it easier.”

“Why do you want me to do it rather than you doing it?”

“Because it’s fucking sexy. It turns me on.”

When I chew uncertainly on my lip, Nate crawls between my legs and kisses me.

A few seconds later, he draws back. “How about I join in?”

My eyes widen as his meaning becomes clear. The thought of Nate stroking himself while I do the same… oh, yeah. Now I understand why he might find it a turn-on to watch me.

I dip my chin in affirmation, and he stands and removes his boxers. His erection bobs as he climbs back onto the bed. I expect him to lie beside me. Instead, he kneels up between my thighs. I won’t be able to close them now, even if I want to, which I don’t.

He wraps his hand around his shaft and moves it in slow, leisurely strokes, paying particular attention to the crown. His eyes are on me rather than himself. I follow his lead, touching, pinching, rubbing in faster and faster circles. Lost in the moment, I insert two fingers inside myself, eliciting a long moan from Nate.

“Jesus, Titch.” He catches my wrist, pulls out my fingers, and sucks them clean.

I gasp at the surprise move, then giggle. “You’re a dirty man, Nate O’Reilly.”

His grin is lecherous, and all the while his hand moves faster and faster on his cock. “You fucking love it.”

I love you.

The thought comes out of nowhere, and like a shovel to the side of my skull, it knocks me sideways. I don’t love Nate. I’m in an emotional state, that’s all. He’s introducing me to a side of myself I didn’t know existed, and I’m feeling extra sensitive. I like him. I’m glad we met. I’m grateful he’s helping me with Mom’s care needs. But love?

“I’m close,” he groans out, sweat gathering on his top lip.

I drag myself back to the here and now and file away the little nugget my subconscious chose to reveal for another, more appropriate time. With my eyes fixed on Nate, magnificent in his aroused state, I roll my finger around my clit while pinching and tweaking my nipples. Heat grows in my belly as I build to the inevitable climax.

“I want to come on your tits. Tell me now if you’d rather I didn’t.”

At his admission, my orgasm breaks. “Come wherever you like,” I moan, my neck arching and toes curling as my climax powers through me.

“Fuck.”

I open my eyes in time to see Nate spilling over my chest. Hot spurts of warm, slippery cum drip between my breasts, and his abs twitch and clench as he empties himself. God, he’s beautiful. Utterly magnificent.

He grins down at me, still semi-hard. I rise on my elbows and lick the moisture off the tip, and his cock jerks in approval.

“You’re a fucking revelation, Titch,” he says, bending down for a quick kiss. “Don’t move. I’ll get a cloth and clean you up.”

He disappears into the adjoining bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a facecloth he’s dipped it in warm water. Thoughtful Nate is a revelation. He cleans me up, returns the cloth to the bathroom, and joins me on the bed.

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