“Fuck, you taste so good. Could f**king eat you for dinner,” he said with a growl, his hips rocking forward, pressing his c**k into my stomach. He was hard and my eyes closed from the euphoric feeling of what I wanted.
“Please.”
“Please what?” he asked. His hand moved down to my ass, squeezing it, pulling me closer to him as he continued to rock into me.
My fingers clenched around the fabric of his shirt, the heat in my cheeks rising. “Please, Nathan, I need you to f**k me. I need you inside me. I’ve waited all day.”
I received a moan of appreciation as the hand in my hair tilted my head back and his mouth began its journey down my neck. I was panting with need, still so worked up from earlier.
He was unable to take any more, and lifted me up onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist, and the new position had him lined up with my throbbing pu**y. He pushed his hips into mine, rubbing the length of his clothed c**k against me. I moaned at the sensation, what I’d been dreaming about all day.
“You like that? Little wanton slut begging for my cock. Is that what you want? Me to shove my c**k in you? Make you scream?”
“Yes, f**k yes!” I pulled him back down to my lips. We shifted again as need took over.
We worked to remove our clothing as swiftly as possible. It was difficult, what with our lips crashing together, and hands doing anything we could to get closer, but somehow we managed to remove them.
“Fuck.” He shuddered as I took his c**k in my hand, stroking him. “God, you are so f**king insatiable.”
“Good thing you can keep up,” I managed to say as he lined up and pushed his hips forward, filling me one inch at a time.
“So wet for me,” he moaned as he pulled out and slid back in, his hips stilling.
His mouth moved down to my nipple, teasing it, the sensation sky rocketing down to my abdomen. I mewled, my hips trying to get him to move. My scalp cried out as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck, bowing my body and granting him access.
His gaze was commanding as he sneered at me. “I’ll f**k you when I’m good and ready. Until then you will sit there with my c**k shoved up your cunt and be happy it’s there.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I complied. His hand moved down to where we were joined and his fingers began teasing my clit. I whimpered as the fire grew, my walls clenching around him, every flick of his fingers or tongue making me tighter. After a few minutes, his need to move took over. He started with short strokes that drove me insane. His teeth pulled on my nipple, and it was the final straw. My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”
Nathan released my hair, his hips beginning the punishing pace my body had become accustomed to. He’d given me no time to recover, and I was crying out, screaming; my body still so sensitive. I had no words, just sounds. My vision was blurred, unable to focus, my mind blank. Only my body remained to receive him and the pleasure he gave me.
He was shouting expletives, but I couldn’t understand anything other than his large c**k slamming into me, his hands gripping me tight, and his mouth marking me. He forced my body over the edge again, and I felt tears running down my cheeks. I was literally crying from the onslaught of sensations.
“Shit, shit, shit!” His hips stilled; he was grunting and groaning as he came deep inside, sheathed to the hilt.
His body relaxed against the cabinets as he came down from the high. Our chests were heaving as our pants died down. My limp arms wrapped around his neck keeping him close. “Lila…fuck, Lila.”
“No. No f**k Lila. Lila done for tonight. Try back in the morning,” I managed to say. I received a chuckle to my neck in response, and a light kiss against my skin.
“I suppose I could wait a few more hours, maybe f**k you while you’re asleep in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t that be a nice way to wake up? My c**k buried inside of you?”
I moaned at the thought. “Oh, God!”
“I’ll take that as a hell yes, Miss Palmer.”
“I am all for wake up calls like that, Mr. Thorne.”
Steam filling the room drew my attention away from him—the pot was at a rapid boil. Nathan stepped back, and I shuddered as he slipped out of me. He helped me down from the counter before locating a towel to clean us up. My feet touched the cold tile floor, and I turned to shut off the boiling water, but my legs failed me and I stumbled back into him.
He chuckled, his arms wrapping around me as he kissed my neck. “Hmm, maybe we should have something delivered instead of putting you near a pot of boiling water right now.”
“You may be on to something.” My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, laughing the whole time.
Two hours later, we were full of fried rice and cashew chicken, lying in my bed. My head rested on his chest, and his fingers were lightly running through my hair.
“Hey, Nathan?” My eyes and body were heavy, sleep closing in.
“Hmm?”
“I’m yours, just so you know,” I mumbled, my mind drifting off into the dark of sleep before he could respond.
CHAPTER 11
Nathan never brought up my declaration in the following weeks. At least not in words. Sometimes I caught his expression flicker, like he was thinking about what I told him—about being his. It faded as soon as it showed up, and I figured that the thought of it made him edgy.
Every day his agitation grew. It was subtle, hiding in his perfected act, so most people didn’t notice, but I knew him better than they did. His fingers combed and tugged at his hair and neck more often, his leg bounced in an increasing tempo, and his fuse became shorter.
All-in-all, he was a ticking time bomb.
His nightmares shook the bed almost every night. His grip was bone crushing as he clung to me, trying to keep it all in. I soothed him as best I could, but I knew it would take more than me to fix him. He needed to let it all out, not keep it in. Purge himself of the emotions he kept tightly locked away. Pot calling the kettle, coming from me, but his pain was earth shattering compared to my own.
Over time, I learned he was taking a myriad of drugs daily. Anti-anxiety, anti-depressant, pain medications; I didn’t know everything he was ingesting, but I had a feeling some of them he was taking more than he did before and it was because of me. The effect I had on him, and the demons I caused to surface, were too much. He could try to deny it, but there was no point in hiding from me. Not me.
“Please.”
“Please what?” he asked. His hand moved down to my ass, squeezing it, pulling me closer to him as he continued to rock into me.
My fingers clenched around the fabric of his shirt, the heat in my cheeks rising. “Please, Nathan, I need you to f**k me. I need you inside me. I’ve waited all day.”
I received a moan of appreciation as the hand in my hair tilted my head back and his mouth began its journey down my neck. I was panting with need, still so worked up from earlier.
He was unable to take any more, and lifted me up onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist, and the new position had him lined up with my throbbing pu**y. He pushed his hips into mine, rubbing the length of his clothed c**k against me. I moaned at the sensation, what I’d been dreaming about all day.
“You like that? Little wanton slut begging for my cock. Is that what you want? Me to shove my c**k in you? Make you scream?”
“Yes, f**k yes!” I pulled him back down to my lips. We shifted again as need took over.
We worked to remove our clothing as swiftly as possible. It was difficult, what with our lips crashing together, and hands doing anything we could to get closer, but somehow we managed to remove them.
“Fuck.” He shuddered as I took his c**k in my hand, stroking him. “God, you are so f**king insatiable.”
“Good thing you can keep up,” I managed to say as he lined up and pushed his hips forward, filling me one inch at a time.
“So wet for me,” he moaned as he pulled out and slid back in, his hips stilling.
His mouth moved down to my nipple, teasing it, the sensation sky rocketing down to my abdomen. I mewled, my hips trying to get him to move. My scalp cried out as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck, bowing my body and granting him access.
His gaze was commanding as he sneered at me. “I’ll f**k you when I’m good and ready. Until then you will sit there with my c**k shoved up your cunt and be happy it’s there.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I complied. His hand moved down to where we were joined and his fingers began teasing my clit. I whimpered as the fire grew, my walls clenching around him, every flick of his fingers or tongue making me tighter. After a few minutes, his need to move took over. He started with short strokes that drove me insane. His teeth pulled on my nipple, and it was the final straw. My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”
Nathan released my hair, his hips beginning the punishing pace my body had become accustomed to. He’d given me no time to recover, and I was crying out, screaming; my body still so sensitive. I had no words, just sounds. My vision was blurred, unable to focus, my mind blank. Only my body remained to receive him and the pleasure he gave me.
He was shouting expletives, but I couldn’t understand anything other than his large c**k slamming into me, his hands gripping me tight, and his mouth marking me. He forced my body over the edge again, and I felt tears running down my cheeks. I was literally crying from the onslaught of sensations.
“Shit, shit, shit!” His hips stilled; he was grunting and groaning as he came deep inside, sheathed to the hilt.
His body relaxed against the cabinets as he came down from the high. Our chests were heaving as our pants died down. My limp arms wrapped around his neck keeping him close. “Lila…fuck, Lila.”
“No. No f**k Lila. Lila done for tonight. Try back in the morning,” I managed to say. I received a chuckle to my neck in response, and a light kiss against my skin.
“I suppose I could wait a few more hours, maybe f**k you while you’re asleep in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t that be a nice way to wake up? My c**k buried inside of you?”
I moaned at the thought. “Oh, God!”
“I’ll take that as a hell yes, Miss Palmer.”
“I am all for wake up calls like that, Mr. Thorne.”
Steam filling the room drew my attention away from him—the pot was at a rapid boil. Nathan stepped back, and I shuddered as he slipped out of me. He helped me down from the counter before locating a towel to clean us up. My feet touched the cold tile floor, and I turned to shut off the boiling water, but my legs failed me and I stumbled back into him.
He chuckled, his arms wrapping around me as he kissed my neck. “Hmm, maybe we should have something delivered instead of putting you near a pot of boiling water right now.”
“You may be on to something.” My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, laughing the whole time.
Two hours later, we were full of fried rice and cashew chicken, lying in my bed. My head rested on his chest, and his fingers were lightly running through my hair.
“Hey, Nathan?” My eyes and body were heavy, sleep closing in.
“Hmm?”
“I’m yours, just so you know,” I mumbled, my mind drifting off into the dark of sleep before he could respond.
CHAPTER 11
Nathan never brought up my declaration in the following weeks. At least not in words. Sometimes I caught his expression flicker, like he was thinking about what I told him—about being his. It faded as soon as it showed up, and I figured that the thought of it made him edgy.
Every day his agitation grew. It was subtle, hiding in his perfected act, so most people didn’t notice, but I knew him better than they did. His fingers combed and tugged at his hair and neck more often, his leg bounced in an increasing tempo, and his fuse became shorter.
All-in-all, he was a ticking time bomb.
His nightmares shook the bed almost every night. His grip was bone crushing as he clung to me, trying to keep it all in. I soothed him as best I could, but I knew it would take more than me to fix him. He needed to let it all out, not keep it in. Purge himself of the emotions he kept tightly locked away. Pot calling the kettle, coming from me, but his pain was earth shattering compared to my own.
Over time, I learned he was taking a myriad of drugs daily. Anti-anxiety, anti-depressant, pain medications; I didn’t know everything he was ingesting, but I had a feeling some of them he was taking more than he did before and it was because of me. The effect I had on him, and the demons I caused to surface, were too much. He could try to deny it, but there was no point in hiding from me. Not me.
