Nathan rewards me with a matching smile of his own. “I don’t hate you either, Viper.”
Nathan kisses me softly on the cheek, and then gets up and starts getting ready for bed. He tugs off his shirt and jeans, and for a brief moment I get to stare at him in just his boxer shorts. He’s seen me naked, but I’ve never seen him this exposed, and I drink in the long contours of his tan, muscular back, and admire the curve of his ass.
“Stop ogling, Viper,” he says, without turning to look at me.
“How did you know?” I ask, not bothering to lie and say I wasn’t starting. We’re both too deep into this now for lies—Nathan knows I want him, and I know he wants me back. This thing between us might just be for practice, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real.
“I can feel you staring,” he says, turning around as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.
“Guilty as charged,” I say softly.
Nathan slides into bed beside me and then turns off the lamp.
“Is it alright if we don’t do anything tonight?” he asks.
“Of course,” I say. “I’m still pretty tired from earlier despite my nap, and we both need our sleep.”
“Good night, Viper,” he says from his side of the bed.
“Night, Nathan.”
While Nathanand I started the night on opposite sides of the bed, we wake up the next morning in a tangled mess of limbs.He’s draped around me, and has pulled me against his chest, his hips pressing against my ass.
“Morning Candice,” he says in a sleepy voice.
“Morning,” I say around a yawn. I don’t move away from him, and rather settle back into his warmth. It feels nice to be held like this.
Nathan pulls me closer, and I feel the hard length of him pressed against me. My cheeks flame, and I think about the fact that I’ve never actually seen his cock.
“Nathan,” I say. “Can you, um…” I try to find the right words. “I want to touch you.” There. Simple, straightforward.
Nathan groans into my hair and jerks his hips, grinding against my ass even more.
“Fuck, Candice. I’m sorry for being hard, I can’t help it. You don’t need to touch me.”
“I want to, though.” I can feel my face heating even more.
“I’m supposed to be teaching you about pleasure, not the other way around.”
“Well, I need you to teach me everything, I think,” I say. “I’ve never, um…I’ve never given a blow job before but I want to try.”
“On me?” Nathan asks, his voice catching a bit.
“Yes, on you. Who else?” I say, rolling over to face him. “We don’t have to though, obviously.”
“No! I mean, yes! Please give me a blow job, Candice.” He closes his eyes and winces, like he can’t believe he just said please. “God, with you I’m a far cry from the smooth player I used to be,” he says.
“Do I make you nervous?” I tease.
“I’m never nervous.”
“Sure you’re not. But don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
“Easy is not in your vocabulary Candice Wilson.”
Then, a knock sounds at the door and his mom’s voice calls out, “Breakfast in five minutes you two! I made pancakes.”
“Be there in a moment,” Nathan says. “Just getting dressed.”
