Page 88 of The Fool
“I don’t know whether to be raging or turned the fuck on,” he whispers inside of my ear, “showing yourself off in front of other men? That was fucked up, Beatrice, but knowing they wanted what was mine? That made me want to fuck you right there and then, if only to make sure they knew that this…that you…” He takes a moment to breathe in deeply, eventually dropping his forehead against my hair, to which I cannot help but arch back to try and make more contact with him. “You are all mine.”
His lips begin trailing down my spine and back up again, his fingers still deep inside his pockets. He’s teasing me, taking pleasure in his sweet torture.
“You are so fucking perfect, Summers,” he declares, sounding like Mr Carter from the boardroom. “I want to fuck you hard and fast.”
I lose all breath just waiting for him to do what he wants, for both of us. Long moments pass, with nothing but the sound of nature all around us. Before I scream in frustration, I feel him, all of him. He’s running his cock through my wet lips below, all the way to my clit, drawing out his own form of torment and making me want to scream.
“Is this what you want, Summers?” his voice, still sounding authoritative, says before delivering a barely there kiss just below my ear. All I can do is nod, for words seem to have escaped me.
“Say it, Summers,” he says in a low growl of a voice, “say you want me to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Yes,” I reply with a shivering breath, “do it.”
But he’s not done punishing me yet, for when he pushes himself into the hilt, making me shudder and lower to lie against the hood, he remains still, refusing to move as he grips hold of my shoulders and begins kissing my upper back.
“More?” he eventually asks; I can even hear the smirk in his voice.
“You know I want more,” I moan as I clutch the soft fabric of his jacket inside of my fingers.
And still, he only moves at such a pace it’s almost cruel. I release a whimper and he laughs, sounding low and taunting.
“I’ll put you out of your sweet misery, Beatrice, all you have to do is promise that you will never,ever, do something so reckless again,” he whispers at the same time as I clench my teeth in frustration.
“And what will you promise me?”
His laugh escapes into the dusky air right before his fingertips find my clit to begin circling and his lips attack my neck.
“Everything,” he whispers, “all of me for all of you. No.One.Else.”
“Good answer,” I gasp as his hands find my shoulders to anchor us, just waiting for me to give him the green light with my submission. “I…promise.”
And then it begins. The pace at which he begins fucking me is enough to have me clawing at his jacket. Nathaniel Carter is so much fitter than me, but holy hell, I am ready to return to the gym to get used to this kind of sex with him. This makes up for all the years of having to rely on a machine instead of the real thing. Thisisthe real thing…the only thing.
“Oh, God…Nate!” I cry out as I feel my climax begin to rise to an almost painful peak. His hand returns to my clit and begins rubbing with the perfect amount of pressure to make me come before I’m ready to deal with the dizzying feeling of it taking over my entire body.
Soon after, I feel him throb inside of me before he pulls out and releases his hot cum all over my back. He pushes it up and down my skin, as though claiming me as his own. I feel like I should be disgusted, but I’m not; I’m ready for even more of his kind of filthy.
Nate holds my body still for a while before using something to wipe away his semen from my back. He then pulls me up and back against his chest, revealing the fact that he’s still in his fancy shirt and suit pants, while I’m completely naked. He looks at me like he’s still mad, but then I’m pulled into his embrace where I feel small, but also protected and wanted.Needed.
“Christ, you made me so fucking mad back there, Bea.” Boss-hole Nate has left; boyfriend Nate is now the one holding me tight.
“I didn’t know what else to do, Nate,” I whisper, still sounding a little breathless. “No matter what Emma has done to me in the past, no one deserves to be humiliated on their wedding day. You and Ben were about to go in and announce to everyone that her new husband wanted to run away with her sister. I’m not getting stuck in a circle of lies and betrayal again.”
“So, you decided to humiliate both of us in the middle of a busy hotel? I hope you don’t usually go around taking off your clothes in public places.”
“Of course not!” I snap, sounding irritated after having explained myself. “Believe it or not, I don’t generally strip off in public, but I knew it was the only way to get your attention.”
I pause to calm down and take a breath for a moment or two.
“Look, I’ve been on my own for years, so I’m used to defending myself. I don’t need Mr Caveman running in to save me, especially from people like Dean.” He looks over my shoulder, still brooding, so I continue. “I can understand that what I did pissed you off and I’m sorry. I guess I would be pissed with you too if you stripped off in front of those bridesmaids.” He looks back at me with a smile that tells me I’m finally beginning to break through his wall of anger. “I love you and I am yours, just like you are mine, right?”
With a cheesy grin on my face, he breaks into a breathtaking smile that has me reaching up to kiss him. I feel his cock twitch against my naked midriff, making me giggle.
“Can I put on some clothes? It’s a little cold.”
“Oh yeah, shit,” he replies, looking me up and down with a raise of his brow, “kind of like you naked though.”
“And I kind of love this suit on you, but we need to get back. The first dance will be soon, and I will be missed if I’m not there. After that, we can escape and get naked again.”