“Harder. Please, let me feel you.” I sound so desperate, so needy, but instead of it embarrassing me, it heightens my arousal.
And Nate’s too, apparently.
“Yes,” he groans. “Beg for it, babydoll. Beg for my cock like you’ll die without it.”
You know what? I just might.
“I’ll do anything,” I plead. “I’ll be so good this time if you just fuck me harder.”
“This time,” Nate repeats, chuckling lowly. But he does it anyway, slamming into me and lifting my hips just right to press into my prostate with every thrust.
“F-fuck!” I screech, my hands clinging to the thick hotel comforter beneath me. “Just like that. God, right there.”
“I know, I know,” he pants out. “I can feel it. You clench around me every time I—fuck—every time I hit it.”
He’s so hot, throbbing inside of me like he just can’t wait to burst. It’s intoxicating to feel every hard ridge of his length and silky smooth skin as it—
Wait.
“Nate,” I gasp out. “No condom.”
Instead of locking up, instead of freezing and pulling out like he’s terrified of doing something so intimate with me, he speeds up.
“No condom,” he confirms. “Needed you tofeelme. Needed you to feel warm and full.” He grunts, his eyes drilling into mine. “Plus, you’re not sleeping with anyone else, anyway. Not while you’re mine.”
Mine. I’m… his?
I don’t mention that I could have contracted something prior to sleeping with him, mostly because it’s definitely not an actual worry, but also because I refuse to ruin this moment.
This moment of pleasure and claiming, and everything we both swore we would never be.
“Say it,” I command, and I don’t have to use my gift this time. Nate just listens. He knows.
“I don’t hate you, Lanny. I don’t even dislike you, which is horrible,” he teases, and I know the feeling very well.
“And you t-think I’m pretty,” I add around a moan, feeling his head slam into my prostate so sweetly as his hands caress my skin.
“So fucking pretty,” Nate agrees. “You’re like a beautiful little demon. The thing I shouldn’t want but crave anyway.”
There have never been truer words than these. Nate knows me now; he actually sees me and doesn’t despise what’s in front of him. And I… I want him. I want him always.
“Need to come,” I rush out, practically vibrating beneath him as my dick twitches and my toes curl.
“Are you asking for permission?” Nate jokes, his hairline beaded with sweat as he shoves into me and pinches my nipple between his fingertips.
“N-no, I…” But I don’t know what to say. I don’t knowwhatI want, outside of him; I just know I need to come.
Nate wraps his fingers around my straining cock, squeezing it as he pumps his fist up and down.
“This is what you need,” he pants out. “And I’m the only one who can give it to you.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, god. I’m gonna… Nate, fuck!” I explode in his hand, my entire body locking up as I release thick ropes of come all over my stomach, his fingers, and nearly my chin.
I clench around him, feeling it as he stutters to a stop and grinds against my prostate.
“There you go, babydoll. Let itallout. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Nate’s expression is one of pain, but I know it’s the pleasurable kind.
I know because I’m feeling the same thing, and we’re connected now.
