Page 178 of Boyfriend of the Hour
It was everything I could do not to rotate my hips down and take him bare, just like that.
The idea thrilled and shocked me. Mostly because in all the years I’d been with anyone, I’d never even consideredthat.
“Joni.” Nathan’s voice was a rumble as his hand traveled up my back.
“Anything you want, babe,” I mumbled back before he licked the inside of my mouth. “Just take it.”
His tongue tangled with mine more intensely as one hand took solid hold of my hair and pulled just enough to make it bite.
The effect was immediate as I moaned into his mouth.
Nathan slid his other hand down to his waist, where he quickly unzipped his pants, then guided me back down his body until he could stand, and I was back on my knees in front of him, ready to worship at the altar of Nathan Hunt. I watched, mouth watering, as he took his cock in one hand and tapped the tip against my mouth.
“Open,” he said quietly.
I obeyed.
Even with fingers threaded through my hair so tightly they pulled, he was careful. Aware of his size. Aware of the way he filled my mouth, inch by inch. Giving me time to taste him, explore him. Waiting patiently for me to open fully to him to enter.
Which I did.
“You look so beautiful like this.” He breathed as he pushed into my mouth. “On your knees. My dick in your mouth. Big eyes looking up at me. Fuck.”
His words weren’t fancy. Just telling me how it was. How he felt. What he was doing. But they were my undoing just the same.
I relaxed my jaw, taking him deeper, enjoying the way he quivered as he started to move, holding the back of my head as he pushed all the way in.
“Fuck,” Nathan groaned again. “Your throat feels amazing.Youare amazing.”
I blinked, eyes watering as much from my rising emotions as from what we were doing. And yet, I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted Nathan to use me precisely because I knew henever would unless I asked. With him, I felt endlessly precious. Appreciated. More than that, I felt free to be his in every way I could. Demeaning ways. Beautiful ways. And every way in between.
He pulled out, and I gasped, unable to think straight as he hauled me up from my knees, back to my feet, back into his arms. Like he knew I needed the help to get my bearings back. Grounding. In him.
Then his mouth was on mine again, a lifeline that banished every thought I had, replacing them only with the energy between us.
“I need to be inside younow,” Nathan said as he rotated me away from the seats and started walking me backward toward the platform, dragging my skirt up to my hips as we went. “Is that—are you ready?”
My knees buckled against the platform, and I fell backward, taking him with me, slipping my hands under his starched dress shirt to enjoy the ridges of his abdomen, the planes of his chest.
“Babe, you have noideahow ready I am for you,” I told him honestly. “Like a waterfall down there, seriously.”
That broad mouth quirked into another delicious half-smile—the one I was starting to think was reserved just for me. And then his mouth was on mine again as he ground into me, tugging up my dress, pulling aside the yards of fabric until I was finally able to wrap my legs around his waist, hold him close, feel that solid length of him brushing against the very core of me.
“Are you—” He broke away, then pressed his forehead to mine as he took a few deep breaths, clearly trying to get himself together. “Are you using any sort of contraception?”
I sucked in a breath of my own. I could barely think; I wanted him so badly. “Yes, an IUD, but—you don’t have a condom?”
The idea seemed totally implausible. Nathan was the most careful, considerate person I’d ever met. It hadn’t even occurredto me to prepare when I knew he would—a thought that made me feel guilty.
“No, I do,” he said, to my utter relief. “It’s only…” Another deep breath. Another deep exhale over my shoulder before he kissed me again.
It wiped every coherent thought from my brain again as he devoured my mouth, and the long length of him rubbed more insistently against my slick entrance.
Fuck. Me.
Literally.
I tilted my hips down. Just a little more. Just a little—wait.
