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I’M SORRY ABOUT THE MESS
KARINA
Nathan wasn’t like the other. He took his time with me, making sure I felt every thrust of his finger, every stroke of his thumb.
My head fell to the mattress as he slipped another finger in. He played me like an instrument, stroking each cord with ease, my body moving to the melody. The more he played, the more I wanted the moment to last. Sounds I’d never made before spilled from my lips.
“Nathan, please,” I begged breathlessly against his lips as he kissed me.
I wanted all of him.
He pulled away. Biting his lip, his eyes drifted over me, full of lust. He enjoyed every movement my body made at his touch, movements I had zero control over.
“Please what?” He whispered, licking his lips.
“Let me make you feel good too.”
Nathan laughed. “I know you want to, but you’re giving me a gift and I want to cherish that.”
“I still want to...” I couldn’t finish the sentence. He locked our lips again as my sounds grew louder. His thumb slid across my clit, shattering my world. My body tensed as he continued blocking the cries of my release.
Heat spread through my veins as I rocked against his fingers, still aching for more, lost in the sweet bliss of ecstasy he gave me. Nathan was a fucking drug, and I craved to feel him inside me.
As if he could read my mind, Nathan removed his fingers from me. A mischievous grin grew on his lips as he licked them, savoring the taste.
“Just like a SweetTart, in more ways than one.” He breathed out.
Leaning back in, he pressed his lips to mine once more before trailing kisses down my neck, a tingling sensation running through me.
I shivered, eagerly awaiting him. I arched myself in his direction, and he chuckled. “Relax, I have to take off my pants first.”
He pulled farther away from me, still keeping my wrists pinned with one hand. His fingers were quick to undo his button, and in a swift movement, Nathan let his pants, along with his boxers, fall to the floor, and I watched as his cock sprung out.
Swallowing hard, I stared at it, fear pricking at my skin. Rooted to the bed, could feel my chest racing, nearly exploding. How would he be able to even fit that inside of me?
“You still with me?” Nathan asked, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind. “If you want to stop here and not have sex, that’s fine with me. I’m not going to pressure you.”
I shook my head, not able to do or say anything else.
“I’m going to need words, Princess,” he demanded, climbing over me.
I hated when he called me that, yet it the way his eyes stared at me with full-blown lust, I couldn’t help but comply.
“I’m with you.” The words came out barely in a whisper.
I took in a breath, feeling the warmth of his tip positioned at my center. “Are you sure?” He asked. “There’s no going back after this.”
No, I wasn’t. Part of me was ready to break free from his hold and run out from under him. All of this was moving too fast for my mind and body to be on the same page.
“Is it going to hurt?” I questioned, my eyes looking down at where he was before meeting his gaze again.
“I’ll try my best to ease you in if you still want this.” He told me, giving me a reassuring smile.
And his smile alone eased my internal dilemma.
He was loving and protecting to those around him, no matter what. He wanted to keep them safe, make them feel comfortable and that included me.
“You can always tell me to stop. I won’t want to, but I’ll stop.” Nathan whispered, caressing my face with his thumb. He lowered his hand, gripping my thigh as he inched closer to my entrance.
My insides screamed for me to move, to push my body forward so he could fill the need still building inside me. But my brain wouldn’t allow that to happen, even if his smile calmed me down, which meant he had to do it.
I pulled my hands from his grip above my head and placed my hands on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, bracing for the pain.
“Just do it, Nathan,” I pleaded.
He gave a little push, as if he was demanding my attention. I opened my eyes, giving him exactly that. “Two requests.”
If he didn’t hurry and tell me, I’d do it myself.
“One, you keep those gorgeous eyes open.” He pressed his lips to mine as his hand roamed up the curves of my hip, setting fire to my skin. I wiggled under his touch, moving a little closer. A groan sounded from the depths of his throat as he pulled back from me..
“Two, you use that pretty mouth of yours. Tell me if it hurts, to stop, if you want more, and tell me—”
Oh, for the love of God.
I moved against him, but a sharp pain jolted inside, stopping me from continuing.
“Easy Karina. I got you.” He whispered against my lips. Nathan pushed inside slowly, and I drew in a breath. His thumb slipped over my clit, stopping the movement of his hips, but even that didn’t erase the pressure of his cock.
The pain shot through my body as he pushed further in. I winced, my head pressing against his chest and my nails dug into his shoulders. I reminded myself to breathe.
Was he fully inside me? That was all, right?
He pushed again. My teeth clamped down on my tongue. I laughed nervously.
“Are you ok?” I questioned, even though I knew it felt completely different to him than it did for me.
At the touch of his hand against my cheek, I opened my eyes. He was looking back at me. “I’m fine, are you ok?”
“I’m okay… I’m all right...” I breathed, my fingers digging deeper. “Nervous...” I admitted. But I was also in pain, even though I knew it would go away at some point. But how long would it take?
“You’re so tight,” Nathan said softly through gritted teeth. He was holding himself back for me. “I’m going to move a bit, ok?”
“Just keep going.” I brushed my lips over his.
Nathan smiled and nodded, lifting his head to get a better look at me. He pulled himself out a little, but soon enough, his hips slammed against mine and his mouth captured my sounds.
It was a lot to take in... literally, but I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Not that I really could. But the feeling of his lips on mine had helped ease me a bit. The pain slowly turned into pleasure as I moaned into the kiss, “Nathan...”
“What did I tell you, Princess?”
My eyes fluttered open, seeing the smile on his lips. He quickened his pace, his hands lowered to my hips, his fingers leaving imprints on my skin. I did the same, clawing into his back with each thrust. Pleasure and pain all mixed into one. My face pressed into his collarbone as I moaned, my pitch higher and louder as he continued.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged.
With urgency, he pressed his mouth back to mine, nipping at my lips with every kiss. Nathan didn’t need to hold back. With each little thrust, I wanted him more.
I moved, trying to follow his rhythm, which only made his body tense under my fingertips.
“I don’t think I can hold myself back for much longer.” He bowed his head, his breath tickling my neck.
“Then don’t,” I breathed out.
He chuckled, and with a nod, he pushed in deeper, faster. He hit my wall, stretching me to fit his size. The friction had become too much. Heat rose in my body again. My moans grew louder. My legs shook, quivering.
“That’s it, Princess. Come for me like a good girl.”
“I…” My voice stalled as my body tensed under the feelings. He continued to move, thrusting his hips into me as I rode out my orgasm. Though before I could move my return, he clapped his hand against my hips, stopping me.
My attention drifted down as he pulled himself from me. His hand fisting against his cock until warm liquid splashed over my stomach.
We forgot a condom. Why didn’t we think of that? Simple, we weren’t thinking. We were too wrapped up in unleashing all the tension we built between us.
“I’m sorry... about the mess,” he spoke, panting.
“I don’t care about the mess,” I mumbled. I reached out for him. He leaned over me, placing his head against my chest; a pillow for him to rest.
“Did it hurt?”
“Only at first.”
He poked his head up and kissed my chin. “You should have told me. I would have been gentler.”
“You were perfect.” I grazed my fingertips over his back. “I’m sorry about the nails.”
“Don’t be. I loved it.” He pushed himself up slowly. His eyes trailed over my body as if he was trying to keep a mental picture.
“You didn’t have to pull out,” I told him as he held his hand out for me. “I’m on birth control.”
Sliding my hand into his, he gripped it, pulling me to my feet. My legs trembled, weak from our moment.
“It’s a little too late for that now.” He shrugged. Nathan’s attention drifted to the bed before he looked back at me. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “How does a nice bath sound to you?”
I nodded, lowering my hands to the uncomfortable pain in my lower region. “It sounds perfect. As long as you can join.” I told him, reaching up to kiss his cheek.
“Sur—”
The sound of a gun going off echoed from the hallway.
Nathan instantly reached for his clothes and quickly put them on. He tossed me a shirt in the process. I pulled it over my body just as he grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the closet. He opened it, checking inside, and once he deemed it safe, he pushed me in.
“Nathan.”
He pressed his finger to his lips, shaking his head. “Whatever happens—”
Another round of bullets went off. Nathan closed the closet door, leaving me in the room. I stood there in the dark, hands over my arms.
I listened as footsteps echoed outside. I could faintly hear Nathan’s voice, but I couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying. There were a few shuffles before a loud bang knocked what I could only assume was the door down. A grunt could be heard, and I bent down, trying to peek through the keyhole. The doorknob rattled. I jolted back, pushing deeper into the closet behind the clothes.
Light peered in. An unfamiliar met mine for a moment before something shattered against the man’s head. His body fell forward, revealing Nathan behind. He bent down and grabbed the body, dragging the man away by his feet.
Nathan stepped back into view and reached into the closet, taking my hand. “We have to go, now.”
“What about my father?”
“He’s not here. Don’t worry about him. Right now, I need to get you somewhere safe.”
He pulled me close to him. I clung to his suit.
“Keep your eyes closed, Princess. It’s a bit messy out here.” He said, but it was too late.
Splatters of blood painted the once white wall in the hallway. I dug my face into his back. “I told you not to look.”
“Last minute,” I whispered. He led me outside and when he stopped, I looked up at him. A bruise formed around his cheek, and he had blood on his shirt. I wasn’t sure if it was his or someone else’s.
He soon pushed his helmet down on my head. He climbed over his motorcycle, and I followed his lead, doing the same. “Where are we going to go?”
“Away from here. I promise you’ll be safe and then we can meet back up with your father. I’m sure he got out already.”
With a nod, I agreed.
I only hoped my dad was ok and safe from harm.
