Page 2 of Tempting the Player
As we walk outside, the cold hits me. It’s only September, but it’salwayscold in the northwest of England. I shiver as thecold hits me, and then his arm slides around me, drawing me into him. I glance at him, and he smiles, drawing my attention to his mouth. Feeling bold, I slide my arm around his back and reach up, so that my lips touch his. His eyes flare, and he turns his body fully toward mine. His hand goes behind my neck, holding me in place. He dips his head, and his lips meet mine for a hungry kiss. My mouth automatically opens responding to his, and his tongue slips inside, which shoots little electricity currents all over my body. If this man fucks like he kisses, I'm in for the ride of my life.
He breaks off, his voice gruff. “Come on, we need to get a taxi, now - before I drag you down a side street and fuck you down a back alley.” He pauses and eyes me up and down. “Somehow I don’t think you would approve of that.”
“You think I'm a goody-goody?” I ask him.
He laughs, which I feel everywhere. “No, but I can tell you’re classier than a fuck in a back street. Come on.”
We walk to the taxi rank with his arm around me - it’s lovely - even if it is only a one-night deal.
When we arrive at my place, I fumble around in my bag for the key, eventually find it, and catch him smirking at me. The vodka in my system is slowing me down. He doesn’t seem half as drunk as I am.
As soon as we’re inside, he wastes no time. He presses me against the wall in my hallway and sinks to his knees, running his hands up my bare thighs. His touch sends shivers everywhere, and his rough hands feel nice against my smooth legs.Soglad I shaved everywhere before I went out tonight. His hand climbs further, and he pushes my dress up to rest above my hips, my lower half exposed with my purple lace boy shorts on show.
“Shit... you are sexy as fuck.” He mutters, he can't seem to peel his eyes from my lower half. His hands graze my underwear, making me gasp. His head lowers as he kisses me over my underwear, pressing his mouth into me, so that I feel every sensation. I gasp his name. He glances at me through those lovely, thick eyelashes, his eyes hooded, full of lust, before his eyes slide back down my body as he hooks my boy shorts with his fingers, slowly dragging them down my legs. I lift my feet so that he can discard them. Both his hands go to the inside of my thighs, nudging them apart, grabbing one of my legs, and placing it on his shoulder.
“Fuck Kate . . . I can’t wait any longer to taste you.” The anticipation of what’s about to happen has me squirming. I didnotexpect him to go there... and definitely did not expect him to go there straight away. His head goes between my legs, and his hair tickles my inner thighs as his breath falls on me. I've never wanted anyone to touch me as much as I want him to touch me right now. He parts me with his fingers, exposing my clit, and then his mouth is on me.
“Oh my God!” I pant as I nearly shoot through the roof with pleasure. He firmly licks me from my opening to my clit, and I moan. He kisses me there as he would kiss my mouth - he moves his mouth in the same motion and uses his tongue in a swirling motion – he’s very talented. I throw my head back so that it’s resting on the wall and groan, my hand going to the back of his head, holding him in place, never wanting him to stop.
He mumbles, “Fuck, you taste good.” He delves his tongue deeper - I can feel it inside me. Bloody he'll, he’sreallygood at this!
“Jesus, Nathan… shit… oh… that’s amazing,” I say to the roof.
He moves his tongue to my clit, nibbling and gently biting as he slides two fingers slowly into me. “Mmm, nice and wet forme, babe.” He slides his fingers in and out, bringing me close. He breaks off, standing, leaving me panting.
“I was close.” I pant, wanting him to continue.
He shakes his head slowly, with a cocky grin forming. “Oh no, you don’t, you come when I'm inside you and when I say you can. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”
His words alone nearly push me over the edge.
His chest rises and falls the same as mine, breathing heavily, giving away how turned on he is, too. I put my hand on the back of his neck and kissed him. He kisses me back forcefully, thrusting his tongue in, possessing my mouth fiercely, he tastes of me. There’s something hot about that.
His mouth leaves mine to lift my dress over my head. Once removed, he reaches behind him, between his shoulder blades, and pulls his t-shirt off from behind. My eyes widen at his torso. He’s so toned and all muscle, and wide and big. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him. His chest is covered with a variety of tattoos. I want to lick them all. I want him on top of me, between my legs, in bed… possessing me. I've never had a man who looks like this. Shit, I'm out of my depth here. I survey his body from head to toe, it must be obvious that I'm ogling him, but when I check back at him he hasn’t noticed - he’s doing the same to me, eyeing my body before coming back to my face – his eyes meet mine and I'm relieved to note that there’s not a hint of disappointment in there, they’re full of want. He wants me. I glide my hands over his shoulders with a feather touch, and his muscles flex beneath his skin. His eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath in… he likes my touch.
He unbuckles his jeans and slides them down his thighs. He’s hard… very hard and big. My lips curl into a smile as I instinctively wrap my hand around his length, wanting to touch him – I move my hand up and down his shaft. He takes in a sharp breath.
“Jesus, that feels… fuck.”
We kiss frantically, not being able to get enough of one another. His hands knead my breasts, and I groan as I'm pumping him with my hand. Grabbing my hand that’s wrapped around his cock, he pulls it away. He bends to pull a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans - at least I don’t have to havethatconversation with him. I watch him rip open the packet with his teeth and slide it on his big dick. His eyes are dark and hooded. He lifts me and grabs my hips, my legs wrap around him for stability. The head of his cock is at my entrance for a moment before sliding inside, pulling me onto his hard length. He has me pinned against the wall. He’s so big that, though I'm wet and ready for him, it hurts a little. He fills me - I’m surprised I can take him all, but I do. He kisses my neck and thrusts in and out. He must be strong to hold my weight, it seems easy to him, as though I'm light as a feather.
“Jesus, Kate. You’re fucking tight.” He says hoarsely, leaning in to kiss me. He moves slowly at first, but gets more forceful, going harder and harder – just how I want it,needit. His grunts as he thrusts into me turn me on even more - knowing that I can do this to him.
Soon, I’m right back where I was, close to coming. I lose the self-control that I was hanging onto and dig my nails into his shoulder as I try to move my hips into his with the rhythm.
“Oh God, I’m close, Nathan, harder… please harder!” I can’t get enough of him, even though I'm full of him, it’s exquisite. It’s frantic, urgent and delicious.
“Oh yeah . . . I love hearing you lose it. Don’t come yet - I’ll tell you when you can come.” He thrusts harder - all you can hear is our grunting and moans, our movements quicken.
“Oh Jesus… yeah, baby… come for me now!” he grunts.
That’s it, I go over the edge. My orgasm consumed my whole body in shudders and quakes. Wow - by far the best I’ve ever had. He stiffens and groans. I yelp in pain as he bites onto my shoulder as he comes and we ride it out together, my body tingling all over. That’ll leave a mark tomorrow. I don’t care.
I dig my head out of the crook of his neck, where right now, I could stay forever. I kiss his shoulder and look at him. He lifts his head and meets my eyes. Neither of us says anything; we stare at each other. I can't fathom the expression in his eyes. He kisses me firmly on the mouth as he slides out of me, and I put my feet back on the floor.
“Kate, that was good, I mean like really fucking good,” he chuckles.
“I agree.” I grin at him as he towers above me.
