Page 12 of Tempting the Player
We leave the club and jump into a taxi from the row of taxis waiting. Once the driver sets off, we pounce on each other. It’s like we haven’t had sex in years. Well, I haven’t, but what’s his excuse? He shimmies my body down so that I’m half lying under him, and kisses me - the thing this guy can do with his tongue makes me squirm, wondering how good he’ll be using it elsewhere. Am I a total skank doing this in a taxi? Too late because all reasonable thoughts have gone out of my mind. He bites my bottom lip, drawing it through his teeth slowly, then he leaves my mouth and kisses a trail down my neck. He places his hand on my inner thigh and works his way up his hand is rough and calloused - a man that works with his hands - it causes more sensation, he pushes his way under my dress. I have to stop this, we’re in a taxi. I push him off me and sit straight, adjusting my dress. “Nathan... we’re in a taxi, we need to wait.”
He whispers in my ear. “I can’t fucking control myself with you. As soon as I get you in my bed, I’m going to fill you, you’ll be screaming my name and begging for it harder, and I can’t fucking wait.”
I amsoturned on right now.
We finally arrive at his house, and it’s weird to be there in this context, especially since I was last there with Jess. A wave of guilt sweeps through me, but I shake it off. Just because I'm a single mother doesn’t mean I have to be celibate. I haven’t been with a man in four years, she’ll never find out about it. I can't only be a mum anymore, I have needs, I need to be me too. I push Jess to the back of my mind, she's safe with her dad, and I deserve grown-up time - some very grown-up time…
Once through the door, he pushes me against the wall, his body pressing into mine.
His hands stroke my hips until he reaches the bottom of my dress, then, getting hold of the hem, he lifts it, past my hips, my waist and my breasts, forcing me to lift my arms - in one swift move, my dress is gone. I’m standing there in my thong and bra, wet for him already. I need him now. Taking a step back, he grabs the back of his t-shirt and pulls it off quickly – Jesus, his chest is a work of art. Those tattoos make him every inch the bad boy that he was, maybe still is. I see his pecs, his toned abs, and the v –oh my God, what a v– how does he have time to work? He must spend so much time at the gym. He has a treasure trail from his navel going into his jeans, restricting my view – well, I don’t think so, I reach to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his hips - he helps me and takes his boxers with him, along with his socks and shoes. He’s naked. I didn’t forget how big he was. Over the years, I've replayed that night time and time again, but parts were fuzzy, with the alcohol and the time that passed, but he’s big and wide, it makes me hungry–hungry to have him inside me. I involuntarily lick my lips and wrap my hands around his thick length and stroke him slowly. He groans, throwing his head back, he thrusts his hips so that he’s moving along with my strokes. His mouth lands on mine again, urgently. He roughly grabs my hips to lift me so that I have to wrap mylegs around his waist. There is only my flimsy thong keeping him from entering me. He walks us to the couch - the nearest thing available- and sits me on it and kneels on the floor in front of me. In a second, he has my bra undone, obviously an expert. I shrug it off, onto the floor, apart from my tiny thong, I'm naked… vulnerable, totally exposed to him now, and so turned on. He sits back on his heels and looks at me. He doesn’t say anything. His hands trail from my feet slowly to my knees, and he pushes my knees to open further until I'm spread for him. His head bends, and butterfly kisses my thighs on the inside. Shit... just watching him makes me close to coming. He nips and kisses his way up until he’s at the place I’ve been desperate for him to reach.
He presses his mouth onto me through the scant material of my thong, and I moan, “Jesus... Nathan… yeah.”
He makes a low growling noise that sounds primal, as he hooks his fingers in my thong and I feel a snap - he’s ripped it - he’s ripped my bloody thong! That was a matching set. I don’t have time to dwell because as soon as he’s discarded it, his mouth is on me - suddenly I don’t give a shit about my matching set. His tongue is on my nub, swirling around it, and he pulls my hips closer to him so that my bottom is near the edge of the couch. It’s then that the sweet torture begins. My eyes are on him as his head goes back down, and his tongue fills me. I've never felt anything like the sensation of his tongue inside me, swirling and thrusting. The sight of his head between my legs, moving rhythmically, lapping at me, gets me close to coming, but I want him inside me.
“Stop!” I gasp. “I need you... inside... now.”
He raises his body, his arms flexed on either side of me, showing his biceps. He kisses me with the taste of me on his lips, his cock is right there at my entrance, and I squirm because I want him in me so badly.
“Fuck Kate, you have no idea how much I want this, want to feel you.” He slowly eases himself in, and I gasp at the size of him, but I take him in, all of him, right to the hilt. Oh. My. God. Amazing.
“Shit... that’s so good, honey,” I say hoarsely.
His body stiffens, and he lifts his head so that his eyes meet mine, but he remains inside me. “It's ten years since you called me that – do you call anyone else that?” his voice is strained.
I’ve never thought about it, but I don’t – I shake my head. “Just you... Why?” I pant. I need him to move.
He starts moving inside me again, drawing out and slowly gliding back in.
“Because I fucking love it when you do.”
He keeps moving in and out of me, looking down so that he can watch where we are joined, where he’s entering me. “Babe, you’re beautiful… you feel so good, tight.”
His eyes are filled with lust mixed with something else that I can’t quite fathom.
My body tenses, ready for the orgasm that’s about to hit me. I groan, “Harder, Nathan… please… faster.”
He does what I ask and picks up speed, the force of his thrusts getting stronger so that I move back up the couch, my breasts bouncing with the movement. He leans forward and takes a breast in his mouth, sucking and biting on my nipple before taking the other one in his hand, kneading it. That is my breaking point. I arch my back and come with abandon, it’s been so long since I felt like this, since a man turned me on this much. He knows what he’s doing.
He groans. “Oh Kate… fuck yes… that’s good.”
He stiffens and fills me as he comes, slowing his movement as we both come down from whatever plane we’re on.
He rests his forehead on my breastbone, and his breath is hot on my skin. I lift a hand to stroke his hair. When our breathing returns to normal, he lifts his head and meets my gaze.
“That was fantastic, babe, better than I remembered, and that’s saying something.”
I sigh, my guard down. “Yeah, it was. I love your hair, Nathan. I want to stroke it constantly.”
My soft expression is mirrored back at me. “I know you do, babe. Come on.”
He slides out of me and lifts me off the couch as though I weigh nothing, he carries me upstairs.
“I can walk.”
“Let’s see if you’ll be saying that at the end of tonight.”
I gulp at the thought of us having sex all night. Do I have the strength to do that? I'm glad I had Red Bull with my vodka tonight, although I'm sure the adrenaline of being with Nate and how he's making me feel right now, I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if I tried, anyway.
