Page 11 of Want You

Octavia hooked her legs around him again, and just like before, he carried her to his door, their lips never parting. The minute they were through the door, however, she slid down slowly, the click of her heels on the hardwood once again bringing Nathan to his knees in front of her.

Just like during their previous encounter, he reached for her shoes and slipped them off. Then he began on her jeans, peeling them down her legs, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin. He kissed her inner thigh and wondered how long she’d been red there from his stubble.

Octavia’s hand slid into his hair, gripping tightly, and then she guided his mouth to where she wanted it, hell, where he wanted it. He didn’t need her to direct him, but he liked how she took control, took what she wanted.

He pressed his tongue against her black lacy panties and moaned when he finally tasted her again. In his impatience, he reached up with both hands and ripped them right off her body.

“Holy shit, that was hot.” Octavia panted right before Nathan lifted her off the ground and threw both of her legs over his shoulders. She gave a surprised little yelp that morphed into a moan when he latched his mouth onto her. Her upper body relaxed against the door while her nails scraped across his scalp.

This is why you lift all those weights, he thought to himself. Not for sport but for moments like this.

He didn’t hold her still this time, opting instead to let her move however she needed to. And she moved. The thought of her moving her hips like this while riding his cock only made Nathan more enthusiastic as he devoured her. She was so wet he thought he could actually drown in her.

Her thighs squeezed his head as she came, little spasms draining her energy as she came down. Nathan didn’t want to move. He’d happily die like this, although the aftermath may be a bit awkward for her.

Reluctantly he pulled away, setting her back on the floor and standing. His knees protested from being down on the hardwood for so long, but he ignored them as he bent and ran his hands up her naked thighs before grabbing her just below that perfect ass and hoisting her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his hips while he walked with a singular purpose to his bedroom. With her mouth on his the whole way and her hot, wet pussy pressed against his straining cock, the short walk to his room felt torturously long.

He was so hard he genuinely thought his pants would rip, and when he set her down and reached down to undo them, his fingers trailed through her arousal. When his eyes met hers, she looked almost demure, her lip caught between her teeth as her gaze dropped, a tiny smirk appearing as she took in the state of his pants.

“Oops, sorry,” she said with a little giggle.

Nathan brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them off without breaking eye contact. “Don’t be, I like you on me.” He watched her eyes widen and nostrils flare. “I want to see you,” he said before letting himself get any further with his pants. The wait was excruciating, despite knowing it would be well worth it as she unbuttoned her shirt, sliding it off slowly and tossing it to the side. He wasn’t sure he took a breath while she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, the material falling away, revealing the rest of her. “You’re going to ruin me, and I’m going to fucking worship you the entire time.” He growled reverently.

“Your turn.” She smirked, leaning back on her hands, totally bared for him.

He didn’t remember undoing the zipper or sliding his pants off. He had no recollection of removing his boxer briefs. While he looked at her, he wasn’t even sure he’d gotten dressed today. All he knew was the here and now and Octavia was ready and waiting for him on his bed.

She knelt and moved to the end of the mattress, dropping to her hands so her face was directly in front of his very erect cock. When he felt her mouth take him in, he had to slide his hands into her hair to keep himself upright. Her fucking ruinous mouth.

He felt her cheeks hollow, her tongue wrapping around him, stroking in just the right spot to make him see stars. He fought the urge to set a rhythm, to hold her head and fuck her throat. But Octavia seemed to have other ideas. Her hand released his cock and slipped around to grip his hip and, after a couple squeezes, he realized exactly what she was doing while she looked up at him through her eyelashes. He increased his pace and she moaned her appreciation.

“Fuck, Octavia,” he gritted out, eyes glued to his cock disappearing into her mouth. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.” She hummed and the vibrations shot through his body, causing his pace to falter. When she looked up at him again, tears streamed down her face and he nearly stopped. Nearly backed away and dropped to his knees to beg for forgiveness, but her grip on his hip was strong and she kept him in place.

He could feel the orgasm building and tried to pull back, but again she held him in place. “You want it, sweetheart?” She hummed again and he let go, filling her mouth and watching in awe as she swallowed him down, not releasing him until he’d started to soften and was too sensitive to even touch himself.

He tipped onto the bed, lying flat on his back, breathing heavier than he had all game. She lay back next to him, her hair splayed out around her, her pert nipples begging for his mouth. But not yet. He couldn’t move just yet.

“Did you have pineapple today?” she asked, sitting up on her elbow and gazing down at him.

“For breakfast, why?”

“I guess it’s true what they say about pineapple and cum.”

“Really?” Nathan looked at her, expecting to see her laughing. But she only nodded, no smirk in sight.

“Hand to God, best semen I’ve ever tasted.”

His mouth fell open. Had she really just said that? How many oth—no, he thought, don’t go there. Enjoy the moment.

CHAPTER 5

OCTAVIA

Octavia watched that big hockey butt disappear out the door and threw herself back on the king-sized bed that occupied an otherwise sparsely furnished room.

The clock said it was after midnight, and she wondered how she was possibly going to drag herself out of here in time for work. The sound of Nathan returning made her immediately forget about life outside of this room, however. All her attention was on him and how he was about to make her feel.

She watched as he eased himself onto the bed and handed her a glass of water. Say what you want about semen, that shit’ll dry out your mouth real quick.