Chapter 101
KATE
The dark mist dissipated and pleasure surged as I opened my eyes. Nathan was sucking on one of my breasts, and I could feel his hand stimulating my clitoris. God. I moved my legs, making him look at me with dark and hungry eyes. I stretched my arms above my head, searching for something to hold onto, feeling two fingers penetrate me.
He continued to gaze at me with the same expression, giving me a bit of fear. I wanted to scream every time he hit that spot with his fingers, but I needed more.
I didn't have to ask; he crawled down, burying his face between my legs, licking my entire length. Several spasms spread through my belly, and my legs began to tremble as he sucked forcefully. His fingers returned, along with his tongue. I couldn't think of anything else. I thought I was going to pass out.
A divine sensation and an immense desire to kiss him overwhelmed me. I wanted to kiss his lips and suck him hard. His marvelous tongue was driving me crazy. I felt him squeeze my breast, and I pulled his hair as he sucked eagerly in response. I let out a desperate moan.
"Please... wait," I pleaded, squinting my eyes with partially open lips, arching my body, and feeling my hips tremble while he tried to hold me in place. "Please... Please, Nat..." He didn't stop; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers, thrusting in and out. I gave in, feeling a final wet and intense suction driving me insane.
When I opened my eyes again, he was standing naked next to the bed, drinking something.
"Thank you," I murmured. "That's the best way to wake up."
"Don't thank me; it doesn't suit you. Besides, I did it for myself. I could spend the whole day devouring you." Damn. I'll never get used to the things he says.
" 'You're welcome, Collins!' Is it that difficult?"
"Are you taking your birth control regularly?" He stares at me seriously, furrowing his brows. I get up.
"I'm not fifteen, Ryan. Don't worry. I think one Ryan is enough for this world."
"You forgot once before..."
"Great... remind me not to give you reasons to annoy me." I stand up.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower and leave. What time is it?"
"Around two. I asked them to get clothes for you to wear to work tomorrow, so you're not leaving."
"What? You told them to buy clothes for me?"
"Yes. What's the problem?"
"I'm not staying."
"Why?"
"Because you need to understand that I'm not available twenty-four hours, Ryan. I have a life, a home."
"It's just one night, Collins."
"One more night, you mean."
"Why do you have a problem with everything? Is there something between us... or not?"
"The problem is that you keep trying to do everything your way. You don't even listen to the authoritarian way you speak, giving orders without asking or listening. Being an asshole."
"I didn't think you would freak out just because I asked them to bring something for you to wear. I thought it would save you a trip to your house."
"Ryan, most of the time I have to go to my house because I live there."
"Fine. I'm sorry," he says without showing any expression, completely cold. In these moments, he seemed sexier than ever, making me want to kill him too.
"You apologized?"
"Go fuck yourself," he says, his lips almost forming a smile.
"How kind. Maybe I'll do it in the shower..." I laugh, winking at him before heading toward the bathroom.
He enters right after, positioning himself behind me as I tie my hair up on top of my head. I stare at his reflection in the mirror. My body naturally reacts to his proximity. A shiver runs down my spine, and that desire settles forcefully between my legs. He presses against me, his erection against my buttocks.
"With force or... slowly?" he whispers in my ear, causing another shiver. Damn it. I take a deep breath. My desire was to feel him inside me until I was split in two. But my urge to tease him and drive him crazy always outweighed everything else.
"I need to take a shower," I say, turning to face him.
"It would be a good time to give me what I want," I tease, staring at his erection for too long. When I look back at him, he has a damn smile on his lips.
"Not happening. I'll never understand some men's fascination with anal sex," I distance myself, turning on the shower.
"No one can show you why better than me," he kisses my shoulder.
"I'll pass."
"Fine, for now. I can settle for watching you touch yourself for me."
"For you?"
"No?"
"Our relationship doesn't seem to be based on reciprocity, but rather on self-satisfaction. You just told me that you sucked me solely for your own pleasure. Why do you think I would bother pleasing you?"
"Then, I'm happy just being able to watch," I laugh as I step into the shower. I see him sitting naked on the couch. I close the shower door. "Are you kidding? I can't see properly," he says, but I ignore him.
Seconds later, he enters the shower. Stretching his arms, he tries to grab my hips and push me against the wall.
"No," I hold his hands.
"What?" he asks, breathless.
"That's enough for today."
"The day has just begun, Collins. I haven't fucked you yet," he tries to turn me around and push me against the wall again.
"Ryan, no."
"Come on?" His expression changes from full of desire to, "you can't be serious?"
"I'm going to shower and go home. If you're not going to join, you better leave." He stares at me without saying a word. Stretching his arm over my shoulder, he leans against the wall, making me take a step back.
"I want you now," he holds my chin. "You don't have to do anything."
"No." He puts his hand over my mouth. I almost laugh.
"Shhh..." He slides his palm over my lips, leaving only his thumb. Once again, he was trying to seduce me, and he always succeeded. Being all wet like this made it easier for him.
But not today. I let him kiss me, almost making me lose control, pressing his body against mine. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my belly, his hands reaching my thighs, lifting me. When I realized it, he was already entering me forcefully. I turned my head, avoiding his mouth. Shit.
"Stop," I say, trying to push his chest away. The truth is, I didn't want him to stop. "I said no."
"Seriously?" His eyebrows furrow in confusion, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
"Yes." He immediately lets go of me and steps out, closing the shower door behind him. I think I managed to make him angry. One point for me.
I finish my shower quickly. The MacBook is booting up on the bed while he plays with his phone and towels his hair by the windows. The view of the city lights doesn't even come close to competing with his.
I'm ready to go, I don't need to say anything. But I'm not going to do that because I need to make sure I've fulfilled my job.
"Working at this hour?"
"Actually, I'm looking for a prostitute since I can't have you," I had to hold back a laugh, afraid he might try to strangle me.
"Can't you wait until tonight... since you're going out with your friends, maybe they can take you to a place with plenty of them."
"Is that what this is about?"
"What?"
"I thought you had accepted."
"Of course I did."
"I can see that."
"Not at all. I hope you have a truly enjoyable time."
"This isn't going to work like this."
"Why are you upset?"
"I'm not upset. I would say I'm impressed by your ability to be a bitch."
"Wow, what rudeness. What can I say? Maybe later. Can you handle it?"
"Maybe I don't want to," I shrugged.
"Fine. I'm sure there are plenty of women willing to solve your problem."
"What's your intention with this? I said I don't want to play games anymore, Collins."
"I love our little games."
"Don't forget that it was you who started it. I won't forget the pain you're causing me, either."
"You can take care of it yourself. So much drama! Of course, I would handle it better, but you don't have that option at the moment. Well, I have to go." I approach him, kissing him on the cheek. "I understand, what a shame... It was so good," I whisper softly before leaving. He glares at me.
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