“Never when I’m with you.” It’s more honest than I usually am with him, but it’s like being out of Star Mountain and our usual routine has set me free.
He pulls me towards him, and his lips find mine. His kiss is gentle, almost reverent. Like he can’t believe his lips are touching me—and I feel the same way. To have such a man here with me,wantingme is more than I ever allowed myself to hope for. I open for him, allowing him to sweep into my mouth. I deepen the kiss even further and our bodies meld together. I canfeel his heat even through all of our layers, and all I can think is that I want his skin on my skin, his body on my body.
“I want all of you,” I whisper against his mouth.
“You have me. You have no idea how much, but you have me.”
I unzip and unbutton my outer layers, until I’m standing in front of him in just my bra, panties, and hat.
“Nathan. Let me see you. I’ve never really seen you before and I—” My breath hitches with longing in my throat.
Without a word, he removes his jeans and fleece and base layers. He goes right for the throat, too, and takes off his boxer shorts. I try not to gape at him but it’s tough—Nathan’s body is sculpted and muscular, in the way that tells me he spends his days riding and working, not pumping iron at the gym.
I swallow as I look at his cock. It’s thick and long, and even though I barely have any experience with this type of thing, it’s safe to say that he’s not average. And I guess that makes sense—a man doesn’t have the cocky swagger that Nathan does unless he can back it up.
“You’re joking right? That thing is never going to fit,” I say in a slightly hysterical voice.
“It’ll fit, honey. Your tight little cunt was made to stretch around my cock.”
“Oh my God.” His filthy words burn through my brain. Three weeks ago, hearing him say that any part of me was made for him would have had me swinging for his jaw. But now it sets a fire in me, and makes me want to get down on my knees and worship that very cock.
I move towards him and reach down and stroke his hard cock with my hand, just tentatively at first, unsure what to do.
“Candice,” he groans.
“Teach me this, too,” I say. “Teach me how to make you feel good.”
“You sure?”
“Please.”
He covers my hand in his, tightening my grip on him, and we stroke up and down his shaft together. He moans again, the sound low and plaintive, and his head lolls forward to rest on my shoulder. He moves his hand away and I continue, jerking him hard but slow, the way he showed me. I feel a bead of liquid on his tip and instinctively I drag my fingers through it and spread it around the head.
“Fuck, sweetheart, just like that. You’re such a good student,” Nathan says. “One day soon, I’m going to have you on your knees, and I’ll teach you how to take me here, too.” He strokes a hand up and down my throat, and the image he paints fills my mind: me on my knees, his cock pressing past my lips, filling my mouth and throat.
I almost get down on my knees then and there, but Nathan starts running his fingers through my pussy, spreading my wetness up and around my clit.
“So fucking wet, honey. Did touching my cock do this to you?”
“Yes.” I jerk my hips towards him, but keep a firm grip on his cock, stroking him as he parts me and works one, then two fingers inside of me.
“I want you fucking soaked,” he says. “I want you stretched and ready for my cock. But don’t come yet. Can you do that?”
I nod.
“Good. I know it will be hard for a slut like you to wait, but I want you to come on my cock, and only my cock. I want all of your orgasms today, Viper.”
I nod. It’s a lesson in control—and one I’m excited to learn. It’s about holding back until the right moment, letting Nathan take the lead completely. He thrums my clit, and I feel my knees start to buckle. It would be so easy to give in to the pleasure, butI focus instead on his cock. I rub up and down his shaft, and then cup his balls in my hand. This has him groaning again and biting my shoulder, so I do it a second time.
“Shit,” Nathan says. “I’m going to come soon.”
“So it was good?” I ask, suddenly nervous.
“Candice, I haven’t come from a hand job since I was sixteen. But I almost just blew after you touched me for a few minutes. So yes, it was good.”
“Thanks for the good grade, Mr. Booth,” I say with a grin.
“I’m nowhere near old enough to be your teacher,” he grumbles. “Now turn around and spread your legs like a good slut.”
