Fight With Me (19 page)

“I don’t like watching
you
lay the romantic shit on my best friend, pal.  It’s disgusting.  This,” I gesture around the room with my hands, “is not a movie.  But I do like watching Zac Efron, Channing Tatum, and a number of other hot actors lay on the romantic shit in a movie.  I have a vagina.”

“I’m aware,” Luke remarks earning a glare from Nate.  “Although, not first-hand,” he quickly adds.

“So,” I continue.  “If you could work on that, I’d appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”  Luke smirks and drinks his wine, and Natalie winks at me.  Olivia makes a squeaky noise, and I automatically lean over to her and plug her binky back in her little mouth.

“There you go, baby doll.”

Natalie smirks at me and I look over at her.  “What?”

“No babies, huh?” she murmurs, and all three of them look at me, Nate’s eyes are molten grey.

“Don’t be a bitch, Nat.”

“Just sayin’.”

***

Nate and I drove to Luke and Natalie’s straight from work, so we drove separately.  He’s following me back to his place.  I thought we should stay at mine since its closer, but he insisted we go back to his, so we stopped by the house so I could pack some clean clothes and drove on to his place.

I park in my spot in the parking garage, and wait for him to pull in alongside me.  He takes my suitcase from me and I take his free hand, linking our fingers together as we walk to the elevator.

“Did you have a good time?” he asks.

“Of course.  I always enjoy them.  You?”  As the elevator doors close he turns me into his arms and cups my face in his hands, pulling my lips up to his.

“I always enjoy them too, but I’m very glad to have you all to myself.”

“Yeah?  What are you going to do with me?” I ask against his lips.

“I’m going to take a shower with you, and then I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck you.”

Holy fuck.

“You’re going to tie me?” I whisper, gazing into his bright grey eyes, clutching his upper arms in my hands.  He removed his suit jacket and tie at Nat’s place, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned to the top of his sternum and the sleeves are rolled to his elbows.

He’s so sexy.

“I am.”  He nibbles the side of my lips, sending tingles straight down to my groin, and I moan.  “I’m going to tie you up and touch you everywhere.  Kiss you everywhere. You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Mine.”

I take a big, shaky breath and free his hair from the hair-tie, running my fingers through it.  “I love it when you talk to me like that.”

“Do you?” he asks as the elevator doors open and he leads me out, through the hall and into his apartment.

“You know I do.”

“I know that you’re sexy as fuck and I can’t get enough of you.  I know that I love how smart you are and I know that I never know what’s going to come out of that fuckable mouth of yours.”  He closes and locks the front door and leaves my suitcase at our feet, pulling me through the great room toward the bedroom.

I unbutton his shirt, walking backward, and push it off his shoulders, letting it fall in the hallway.  He unzips my skirt and it follows.  By the time we cross the threshold into the master bedroom, we’re naked, having left a trail of clothing behind us.

“Put your hair up,” He murmurs against my lips and turns away from me to start the water.  I grab a hair tie from his vanity drawer and twist my hair up so it doesn’t get wet.  Nate comes out of the shower, grabs my hand and pulls me back in with him.

He pours my shower gel in his hands, rubs them together to lather them up, and begins cleaning me, my front first, down my breasts and stomach, between my legs, but only briefly, then up my sides to my armpits.  I brace my hands on his hips and watch his handsome face as his eyes watch his hands roam my naked body.

“This is nice,” I murmur.

“Mmm,” he agrees.  “Turn around, please.”

I comply and hear him pour more gel in his hands, then he’s rubbing my back, my shoulders and neck, massaging me.  “Oh, God, babe, that’s good.”

He chuckles behind me.  “You’re a little tense, sweetheart.”

“I have a stressful job.  My boss is a tyrant.”

He slaps my ass with a soapy hand and I yelp in surprise and then giggle.  “Okay, he’s a sexy tyrant.”

Nate begins massaging my low back and I support myself on my hands on the tile wall. 
God, he’s good with his hands.

He circles down to my ass and massages my buttocks, then slips a hand between the cheeks and into my folds.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet already.”

“Let me wash you.”  He drops his hand and I turn around, the water is rinsing me as I soap him up and return the favor of the massage, working on his back first.  When he turns around, I lather up his muscled chest and six-pack stomach, over his left side, tracing the tattoo that falls down his side, over his lean hip and onto his thigh.  The sleeve tattoo on his right arm also gets special attention, and I trace it over his shoulder and across his chest, around his nipple. I slide my hand down to his cock, loving how it feels in my slippery hands and move up and down, watching those sexy silver balls in the tip as he grows in my hand.

“Enough.”  His voice is low and ragged.  He quickly rinses his skin in the hot water, turns it off, and leads me out to the bathroom, drying us both.  He’s so focused on me tonight; washing me, drying me, as though he can’t stop touching me.

Please don’t ever stop touching me!

“Come on.”  He takes my hand, pulls the sash off a white terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and leads me to the bed.  The white headboard has slats in it, and I know that he’s about to tie me up.

“I’ve never been tied before,” I whisper.

“Look at me,” he pulls my chin up so he can look deeply into my eyes.  “This is new to me too, baby.  Let’s try.  If you don’t like it, just say so, and I’ll untie you.  I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

“You’d never hurt me.”  I stand on my tip-toes so I can kiss him softly.  “Where do you want me?”

Chapter Twenty

Nate wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me tightly against him, our naked flesh pressed together, and kisses me gently.  His lips are soft, brushing over mine, and then he takes it deeper, teasing my tongue with his.  I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on, enjoying his warmth, thrilled at his hard erection pushing against my belly.

I love that I turn him on like this.

His hands glide down my back to my ass, and he lifts me effortlessly up his torso.  I wrap my legs around him as he walks us to the bed, wraps one arm around my bottom, and climbs on his other hand and knees up the bed.

“I love how strong you are,” I whisper against his mouth.

“It does come in handy, doesn’t it?”

“Hmmm,” I agree.

“It helps that you’re so tiny.” He murmurs.

He lays me down on the cool sheets and grips both of my hands in his, lacing our fingers, and pulls them above my head.  I open my eyes to find him gazing down at me, his gray eyes on fire, his glorious dark hair falling around his face.  “Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod and he smiles down at me, places a chaste kiss on my lips, and pins both of my hands with one of his while he reaches for the terry cloth tie at my hip.

“Remember, if you don’t like this, just say stop.”

“Do we need a safe-word?” I ask sarcastically.

“No, baby, not tonight.” 
Oh.  Does that mean we will in the future?

Before I can ask the question, Nate ties one end of the sash around my wrist, tight enough that I can’t pull my hand out, but loose enough that I can move.  He pulls it through the slats of the headboard and ties my other wrist the same way, making sure that I can’t pull my hands down past the top of my head.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs and sits back on his heels between my legs.  I feel completely exposed, and not a little vulnerable.  This is all new to me, and I’m not so sure about not being able to move my hands, but the hot look in Nate’s eyes keeps me where I am.

He smooths his hand down my arm, cups my cheek in his palm and brushes his thumb across my lower lip.  I bite the pad of his thumb, and his eyes narrow and darken with lust.

“Want it rough, baby?” he asks.

“I thought that’s what we’re doing,” I respond with a grin.

“Oh, we’ll get there.  First, I’m going to take my time with you.  I want to touch every inch of you, baby.”

He braces himself on his hands at my sides, not touching me with his torso, and bends down in a push-up-motion to suckle my nipples.  His shoulders and arms flex with the motion, and I’m mesmerized by his incredible body.  He holds himself there, effortlessly, kissing and sucking my breasts, making my back bow up off the bed, trying to get closer to his chest, but he backs away and shakes his head.  “No, baby,
I’m
touching
you.
”

“I want to touch you too,” I whisper.

“Not tonight.”

“Not at all?” I hear the pout in my voice, but I don’t care.

“Not until I’ve had my fill of you, so keep still.”

God, I love it when he’s in control.  I had no idea it could be so sexy.  Honestly, I don’t think anyone else could make it sexy.  It’s just him.

He trails that incredible mouth and tongue over my belly, nuzzles my navel, and peppers sweet, wet kisses up and down my ribs, making me squirm.  His hands are on my hips, holding me in place, as he kisses his way south.  He places two chaste kisses on my pubis, then presses my thighs even farther apart, and I expect him to start licking my pussy, but he doesn’t.  His lips nibble the apex of my thighs, just out of range, making me even hotter. 
God, I want his mouth on me.

“Nate,” I moan.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers.

“I need you.”

“You have me, sweetheart.”  His hands are massaging my thighs, his lips are doing amazing things to the inside of my right leg, over the top of my knee –
fuck, that’s a sensitive spot I didn’t even know about! –
and down my calf to my foot.  He sits back on his heels and bends my leg at the knee, pulling my foot up to his lips.  He kisses the pad of each toe, down my arch to the heel, and then he starts the process all over again, beginning with the foot, of my other leg, nibbling and kissing and massaging his way back up to the apex of my thighs, trailing damp kisses around my center, driving me crazy.

My body is on fire.  I am just sensation.  Electricity is shooting along every nerve-ending and I’ve never felt this…
alive.

“Baby, I need you inside me,” I beg and I feel his grin against my hip as he works his way back up my torso.

“Not yet, love.”

“Please,” I beg without hesitation.  I need him.

I need him.

“No, baby, I’m not done.  I’m going to turn you over.”  He flips me onto my belly, crossing the sash of the robe above my head, straddling my legs to hold me in place.  I am completely at his mercy.

Yes, I love how strong he is.
  I love that he can just move me wherever he wants me.  It’s fucking hot.

He brushes a few tendrils of hair that have escaped the knot off my neck and nibbles his way from my hairline, down my spine, to the crack of my ass.

“Your back is amazing, Julianne.  I love how toned you are, I love seeing the muscles flexed with your arms over your head like this.”  His hands are gliding up and down my back on either side of my spine and I moan in pleasure.

“God, you’re good with your hands.”  My voice is rough, and my skin is tingling under his expert hands.

“I love your firm ass.”  He kisses each cheek, biting and sucking as he does, and I lift my ass in the air.  He grips my hips more tightly in his strong hands and holds me steady.  “Hold. Still.”  His voice is harsh and I immediately comply.

Jeez.

Like he did before, he nibbles and kisses down each leg, paying special attention behind my knees, making me moan in pleasure.  Finally, he’s kissing his way back up and I can’t wait to feel what he’s going to do next.

Suddenly, with his legs still straddling me, holding my thighs pressed together, he spreads my buttocks, exposing my anus and pussy, and his face is pressed to me, licking my folds, pressing his tongue deep inside me.  I try to push my ass in the air again, but he holds me firmly in place, hands gripping my spread ass, face planted deliciously in my folds, and I come hard and fast, crying out his name.  My hands are gripping onto the sash, pulling toward my head, but it’s keeping my arms above me as I come against his mouth, and I bury my face in the pillow.

He stops as quickly as he started and slides up my body, still spreading my ass with his hands and straddling my hips, and guides his beautiful, thick, large cock inside me.

“Oh, fuck, Julianne, I love your tight pussy.”  I feel my muscles clench at his sexy words, and he starts to move, really move, in and out of me, pushing harder with each flex of his hips, bracing himself on my ass with his fingers clenched so tightly it hurts, but it hurts in such a delicious way, there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him to stop.

Nate’s thrusts are coming harder and faster, and I feel the build up again.  I arch my back, clench my fists and every muscle in my body is flexed when I hear him say, “Yes, baby, come with me.”

His words push me over the edge and I explode beneath him, as he finds his release inside me, chanting my name as we both writhe and shudder.

He collapses on his elbows at my sides, pulls out of me and leans down, finally touching me with his chest against my ass, and kisses my spine right between my shoulder blades before resting his cheek there, laying his body on mine.

After our breathing slows and our bodies relax, Nate raises himself off of me and unties my wrists, then flips me over, brushes the hair off my face and kisses me sweetly and softly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, settling his weight at my side and cradling me in his arms.  He pulls the duvet up around us.