Chapter 100
KATE
Shit. Shit. I slow down a few meters from his building. I still have five minutes. My legs are shaking, my heart is pounding, and the air enters and exits forcefully through my mouth and nose. I put my hands on my knees and take a slow breath. I can't let him think I'm dying. But you are. Damn it. It really feels like it's been years since I did any physical activity, and it's only been a few months since I stopped going to the gym.
After notifying that I've arrived, I take the elevator that I don't usually use when I'm with Nathan. He sent me a message, letting me know that he was in the building's gym. Strange. I thought I saw a gym in his apartment.
Just a few seconds later, the doors open, and a sweaty Ryan steps in.
"Hey," he says, looking me up and down, containing a smile. I can hardly stop staring at the shirt clinging to his muscular chest.
"Hi."
"I love your T-shirt," he says. I look at my thin-strapped white tank top, somewhat soaked in sweat, revealing more than it should. At the same time, a blonde woman enters the elevator before the doors close.
"Nathan!" she says.
"Ana," he forces a smile, his lips forming a thin line, with visibly tense shoulders.
I observe the woman with a curvaceous body. She approaches him to greet him, surprising me. Pressing her silicone-filled breasts against him, she looks at him as if he's a walking penis. I pretend to mess with my phone. She ignores my presence as if I'm not in the elevator.
"Long time... despite living so close, we rarely see each other," she says. Does she live here? I keep staring at my phone.
"I've been very busy."
"I understand. When are we going to finish that bottle?" Shit. Have they already slept together? I almost choke.
"Maybe later." What? Maybe later?
"Great. You have my number. See you soon," she says before leaving as the doors open. He looks at me almost immediately, analyzing me.
"Where were we?" I press the first floor button. "Kate..."
"Shut up!"
"What's the problem?"
"Nothing." The doors open to his apartment. I don't move a muscle.
"Kate? Don't you want me to take you out of there? Do you?" I ignore him. He advances towards me, lifting me over his shoulder.
"Damn it! Are you crazy? Let me go, Ryan!" I hit his back.
"Don't throw a tantrum, Collins. Otherwise, I'll be forced to punish you." He walks into the living room.
"Put me down!" Lying on the sofa, he pins my hands above my head.
"She's nobody. Got it?"
"Nobody who loves rubbing her breasts against you and drinking wine at your place." I free myself from him, pushing him away, and sit up.
"It was just once, and nothing happened."
"You're a terrible liar."
"I didn't sleep with her because I was thinking about your breasts! Are you satisfied?" What?
"Of course, you would think about my breasts with those things right in front of you!" I roll my eyes.
"Believe me, I was and still am thinking about it."
" 'Maybe later?' What the hell was that?"
"I was just trying not to be rude."
"Fuck it! I'm leaving." I stand up.
"You won the bet. Aren't you going to ask for whatever you want?"
"Yeah, you lost."
"Does that mean no anal sex?"
"God! You're so perverted! Was that what you were going to ask for?" He shrugs.
"What do you want?"
"I'll save my wish for later."
"Are you sure?" He stands up, brushing his chest against me and then his hips, making me feel his erection. Fuck. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. Let's play.
"Mmm-hmm." I nod. I touch his shoulders to make him sit on the couch.
"Don't you really want to ask for anything now?"
"I don't need to ask..." I whisper.
"Do you want to test it?"
"Shut up." Biting my lower lip, I straddle him.
"Don't you prefer a shower?" I take off my shoes and socks, kneeling over him.
"I like you like this..."
"Sweaty?"
"I am too. Does it bother you?" He shakes his head. "Great. It might even make things easier." I imagine myself sliding onto him.
I take off my tank top and sports bra. He presses my hips down, trying to rub against his cock. I try to make it difficult for him.
"Don't do that."
"What?" I tease. He squeezes one of my breasts toward his mouth and bites my nipple, making me moan before pushing his chest away.
"Don't you like it?" He bites his lower lip.
"Do you really want to play this game?" I press his cock over the fabric of his sweatpants. Smiling, he wraps his lips around my breast, sucking hard. Oh, my God.
I pull his shirt over his head, taking it off. His skin glistens with sweat. I can't resist and stand up to take off my shorts and panties. I lean down to pull his pants down to his thighs.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"You can do whatever you want later." I smile, positioning myself on top of him.
"You shouldn't say that." I close my eyes, adjusting the tip of his cock at my entrance, so delicious. I slowly descend, taking him in, while he goes back to suck on my nipples. I reach behind him, grabbing onto the back of the couch with both hands, and start riding him, slowly, feeling our sweaty bodies sliding against each other. I won't last long.
His cock was going so deep, leaving me breathless and desperate for relief. So delicious. My nipples were rubbing against his sweaty chest, driving me crazy. I increased the speed of the movements, wanting more. Deeper and faster. Yes. Impatiently, Nathan grabbed my hips, thrusting upward, burying himself completely in me, fast and forcefully, repeatedly, making me moan and scream. I was so wet that he slid in easily, bringing us closer to the edge with each thrust.
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