Page 80 of Why Not Us?

Nate sits next to me. “I’m not sure if I want to ask you to stop making those noises or to keep making them.”

I giggle. “Why?”

I peek an eye open, looking at him. He’s staring at me with hunger, and I know exactly why.

“Because, I’m already getting hard from seeing you like this. Hearing you makes me think some pretty dirty thoughts.”

My smile grows as I sit up and shift so I’m sitting on his lap, his erection straining against his shorts. “How dirty?” I ask.

One thing I’ve learned about myself since starting to sleep with Nate is how much I love dirty talk.

His hands slide up my back, pressing me closer against his chest.

“You want me to tell you what I want to do to you, princess?” he asks softly.

I nod.

“I want to strip this bikini off you. It’s very pretty, you know. I love the colours. But you look better without it. Once I have you naked, I’d set you on the edge of this hot tub and bury my face in that sweet pussy. I’d lick your cunt until the whole neighbourhood hears you scream. Do you think you’d like that, princess?”

My breathing is shallow as I squirm on his lap, his cock rubbing against my pussy. I’m whimpering with need, and I’m not even embarrassed about it. When his hands find their way under my bikini bottoms to cup my ass, I moan.

“You needy little thing,” Nate says, kissing my neck. “You want me to make you come?”

“But Taylor—” I turn my head toward Taylor’s door.

“Isn’t home.”

“When?” I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. But Nate understands.

“I don’t know. Could be five minutes, could be five hours. Get up on the edge, Adalie. Let me make you come.”

I’m torn between needing his mouth on my aching pussy and anxiety at being caught literally with my pants down. Or my bathing suit. Nate stands, lifting me, my arms and legs wrapped around him. As he sets me on the edge of the hot tub, he slides my bikini bottoms off.

His body is blocking me from the gate, so if Taylor comes home, he won’t be able to see anything except Nate’s back. Still.

“I’m nervous,” I say.

“Too nervous to let me do this?” Nate asks, his hand slipping over my thigh to find my wet core. “Your pussy doesn’t say so. But if you’d rather we take this inside all you have to do is tell me.”

I moan as his fingers part my folds, skimming from my entrance to my clit.

“Feel how wet you are for me, Adalie. Your pussy is so needy.”

I clutch his shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. I cast a look around but none of Nate’s neighbours are outside. It’s late, and the weather has been bad most of the week. Their windows all seem to be closed, so sound shouldn’t carry too much, right?

“You always have your safe word, princess,” he says. “Use it and everything stops. Your comfort is my top priority.”

I meet his eyes. His concern is what does it. My body heats with desire and I need his mouth on me now.

“Do it,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Make me come.”

He grins and gives me a swift kiss before lowering to his knees in the water. It is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my whole life.

His hand is still on my pussy, so his fingers dip inside my hot cunt and he licks my clit. I lean back, bracing myself with one hand as I angle my hips closer to his face, opening my legs to give him the access he needs. My other hand rests on the back of his head, gripping a fistful of hair, keeping him in place as his tongue flicks over my clit.

“Oh god,” I say. My breathing is laboured. I forget the neighbours, forget that Taylor could come home anytime, and lose myself in the sensation of his fingers stroking deep inside me, his tongue lapping at my pussy. He’s gotten so good at this over the past few weeks that he has me close to the edge in a matter of minutes. Then he slows, licking circles around my clit instead of directly on it, keeping me away from completion but staying on that edge.

I groan and shift my hips, pulling his head closer to me without meaning to.

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