Next-Door Nemesis(53)

I’m not sure what it says about me and I don’t think I’m willing to explore it, but that show of dominance sends me soaring. He releases his hold on me as my hips surge upward and my body shakes with an orgasm so intense, it feels as if I’m being ripped apart.

I’m starting to fall back down to earth, my body finally relaxing back into the feather-top mattress, when Nate picks up speed again, this time using his newly freed hand to add fingers into the mix.

“Nate, I can’t.” My voice isn’t recognizable even to my own ears. I try to push him away, but before I can get any leverage, orgasm number two rolls in and stops me in my tracks. “Holy . . . ohmygod.”

My hands fly above me like I’m possessed. It’s clear I’m not in control here. Not of Nate. Not of my body. Nothing. I pull the pillow from behind my head and use it to smother the screams I can’t fight.

As the aftershocks wear off and my body stops convulsing, Nate slowly makes his way to my face. He leaves a trail of kisses in his path, something that feels much too personal and causes my chest to ache.

“That was fun.” Nate looks down at me and for the first time maybe ever, I know that smug smile on his face is very well deserved. “Wanna do it again?”

I feel my eyes as they nearly pop out of my head. That was fun . . . one could say too much fun, but I can’t do that again. I’m not one of those people who think women can’t separate love and sex, but I’m pretty sure that sex with Nate is a drug and his mouth is more addictive than anything else I could possibly try.

I had a lot of sex with Peter, and none of it—okay, well, some of it—was bad. He did what he needed to, and the vast majority of the time, we both left feeling satisfied. But I always felt like him getting me off was more of a chore than something he enjoyed. I mean, he took care of his chore and did it effectively, but there’s no comparing him to Nate.

Nate’s on another planet . . . in another universe. What he just did wasn’t about checking off a box on a checklist to get to the main event. Not at all. Actually, it felt like Nate got as much out of that as I did. And I got a whole lot . . . loads.

Tons.

He showed off and showed the fuck out.

Of course, however, because I am me, the competitive streak I’m a little ashamed of rears its ugly head. No way is tonight ending without Nate knowing how fantastic I am in bed too.

“Now it’s my turn to play.” I push him to the side and climb over him. “Where are the condoms?”

He points to the table on the side of the bed. “Top drawer, back left corner.”

I don’t hesitate. I open the drawer and find them just where he said. I pull two out of the box because after the warm-up, I can only imagine that there will be a round two of the main attraction.

After I roll on the condom, with expert precision, might I add, I sit back on my heels to admire my handiwork.

“Like what you see?” Nate asks.

“Don’t go fishing for compliments. It’s unbecoming.” I try to bite back my smile, but it’s useless. I’m still basking in the endorphin rush from my two orgasms. “But yes, I’m very much enjoying the view.”

“You’re pretty fun to look at too.” His hands move to my hips and his finger draws a circle on the side of my belly. “I like this little mole. I didn’t know you had it, or this one.” He points to the tiny mole on the side of my breast. “Now when I see you outside, I’m going to have a lot more to think about.”

To tell the truth, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to see Nate the same way again. It was one thing to know what he’s packing beneath his khakis. It’s another thing completely to know just how well he knows how to use it . . . and his mouth . . . and his hands for that matter.

“You and me both, sir.”

I don’t wait any longer. My legs are beginning to tremble again like I’m some sort of sex-crazed harlot who can’t go minutes without feeling Nate on or inside me.

I grab hold of the base of his cock and climb on top. I lower myself inch by delicious inch, moaning as my body adjusts to his and takes him in. When I’ve reached the hilt, I sit still for a moment and allow myself to appreciate the feeling of having him inside me. I start rocking my hips back and forth, watching as Nate’s eyes slam shut and he bites his bottom lip. His fingers bite into my skin to the point where it’s almost painful. A part of me that’s never reared its head before hopes he leaves a mark.

I start to move faster, rising up and down to an almost punishing pace. Our groans blend together, our breathing growing heavier by the second.

“Fuck, Nate!” I throw my head back, never losing a beat. “How does this feel so good?”

I thought this round was going to be only for him, that there was no possible way my body could produce another orgasm, but as the familiar pressure builds, I know I was very, very wrong.

“Christ, Colls.” He groans, his voice so deep and raspy, it’s almost tangible. His grip on my hips tightens and he flips me onto my back. I almost protest, but he grabs both of my hands in one of his and holds them over my head, slamming into me and effectively erasing every thought in my head. “So fucking good.”

I pry my eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of watching Nate finally lose control. Sweat drips from his forehead and the lines on his face deepen. He never slows down, his thrusts are somehow powerful, tender, and relentless, and as much as I want to watch him fall apart, my eyes slam shut as I start to come . . . again.