Page 84 of Holding The Reins

I never want to see another man’s hands on your body again.

I remember Nash’s words and his lips on my skin as he took the shot from me last night, his breath on my ear when he asked me to tell him I understood, not once but twice.

I feel him moving in and out of the room as I stand on the step stool shining the bottles. He doesn’t speak and the music doesn’t really allow me to hear him, but I sense when he’s in the room and when he’s gone, and I can’t help but watch him when he’s here. The way his biceps flex as he lifts the barstools, his strong back and shoulders as he sweeps the floor, even the way his brows furrow as he’s going over the employee list for the night. The simplest, non-sexy actions are way too sexy when Nash executes them. He is driving me crazy.

The song changes and the opening strings of “Something in the Orange” plays through the sound system. As I clean the last bottle, I hear Nash lock the front door.

Before I can start to climb down the stool I feel hands roam up the backs of my thighs stopping just under the rim of my shorts. Nash slides his thumbs under them tracing the lace of my panties at the curve of my bum. I turn to face him, dropping my dusting cloth as he slides his hands up over my shorts and grips my waist, lifting me off the step stool and placing me down on the back counter in front of him. He towers over me as he comes closer, standing between my open legs.

I keep my eyes on him but say nothing because I have no words. I reach my hand up and trace the inky vines running up his neck, and place my palm on his jaw.

My breathing slows as his eyes trace my face, then move to my mouth. I wait for his lips on mine, already feeling heat rushing to my core in anticipation.

“Are you planning on making me beg, Mr. Carter?” I ask, my lips almost on his.

Nash smirks at me and runs one finger over my collarbone slowly as I turn to fiery ash beneath it. He leans in and kisses me just below my ear, and I whimper because I’m so goddamn turned on by everything about him that I can barely stand it.

“You’re fucking right I’m going to make you beg, little firefly,” he whispers.

“Oh God.” Only Nash could call me his little firefly and make it sound sexy as hell. His hand grips my throat and I internally ignite as his lips follow down to my collarbone. His free hand roams my thigh and slides under my shorts while he brings his mouth so painfully close to mine.

“I really am sick of pretending I don’t want you every second of fucking every day, CeCe.”

Pleasure rolls through my center like match fired gasoline and he’s barely even touched me yet. His lips brush my cheek then move to mine, kissing me deeply, meshing our bodies together. I let myself just breathe him and this moment in. He pulls my shirt off over my head and traces a finger down the valley between my breasts while he kisses my cheek and pulls his own shirt from his body, then unbuckles his jeans and kicks them off.

I try to touch him, but he stops me and slides my hand back into my lap.

“No, baby,” he says, a dark tone lining his whisper. “You are going to understand what it feels like to want something so fucking badly it almost kills you.” He pulls his boxers down and frees his cock. It’s so hard and pointing straight at me, rigid and rippled with veins. Pre-cum leaks from the tip. Again, I try to touch him but he denies me.

“Spit,” Nash commands as he holds his open palm under my lips.

I blink in shock but I’m a goner for him already so I do as he says then watch as he wraps his large hand around his shaft and begins to stroke himself, watching my reaction. His hand isn’t even a match for his mammoth cock, only covering half. The phantom feeling of being so very full of him washes over me and I quiver.

“Take your shorts off. Leave those fucking black panties,” he commands, and I do, unbuttoning them and wriggling out of them as I stay seated on the bar counter.

One finger ghosts my hardened nipple through the lace of my bra. Just once.

“That’s my girl,” he says as his tongue traces my bottom lip.

“You’re going to watch me fuck my hand until I come all over your perfect tits while you play with your sweet, tight cunt.” He leans in and kisses my lips too gently. I almost lose it. “But you won’t come, CeCe. You won’t come until I decide it’s time.”

“Please,” I beg, although I’m not really sure what I’m begging for exactly, I just want everything.

Nash grins at me, something dark in his eyes as he fists himself and I die a slow death at the sight.

It’s so fucking hot. If this is my punishment, fucking punish me.

“Please isn’t enough, Rae.” He trails his middle finger downwards, grazing the lace over my sensitive, hardened clit. I moan in response as my head falls forward into his muscled chest. “Do you know how hard it was for me not to touch you last night when I realized you came into my bar with no panties like the perfect little slut for me that you are? How hard it was for me not to take you in my own bed with your bare pussy between my sheets? That of all things, alcohol is what stopped me from taking what I wanted?”

Nash reaches into the freezer below me and grabs a large piece of ice out of it. Slowly popping it into his mouth, he begins to trail it down my neck. The chill of the ice surrounded by his hot lips makes a quick pool of my black lace panties as I pant.

“Nash,” I moan.

My entire body goes rigid with the feeling. He pulls my bra down and exposes my breasts then pulls each of my nipples into his mouth, swirling the ice around them in perfect harmony with his tongue, sending me into a tailspin. I moan as my pussy throbs to the point of pain, I need something, anything. The ice is so cold it almost hurts. My nipples begin to numb just as he releases them and slides his mouth down my stomach, then finally, through the lace of my panties, circling the ice and his tongue there. My will is melting faster than the ice against my hot pussy. Nash continues to suck at my clit through the thin lace, never enough to send me over the edge, just enough to drive me wild. The sounds I’m making would be embarrassing if I actually cared. Nash sucks in a breath through his teeth as the last of the ice melts and he stands and touches me between my legs, I’m dripping through my panties from his freezing assault.

“You feel that? How badly you want me right now?” he rasps in my ear.

“Yes,” I manage to breathe out.

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