‘
Oh God
.’ I
already
sounded hoarse, and that was just from him speaking to me. Nicholas didn’t use dirty talk that often, although when he did I rather liked it. His filthy words today were almost enough to make me come on the spot – my stomach muscles were already clenching, my channel felt wet and frustratingly empty, and my clitoris was buzzing as if it had been electrified.
To an outsider, Nicholas’ hunched shoulders and intense stare would probably make it appear that he was set on outright domination and tortuous teasing, but as he unclipped my bra and stepped around to look at my breasts I watched as his face softened and his lips parted in appreciation. ‘Perfect,’ he murmured, a small smile tweaking his lips and giving away his charade. Lifting a hand Nicholas slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb across one nipple and the next, causing them both to harden and ache for more of his delicious touch as I arched forwards shamelessly.
No matter how desperate I might have been earlier, his careful attentions made me relax, and over the next ten minutes as he stripped and pleasured me, I loosened and calmed as my body became attuned to his slower, more loving rhythm. When my wobbly legs could no longer support my weight, Nicholas scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me in the centre of the soft quilt and cushions before beginning his teasing kisses again. My lips curved into a broad smile as I watched the top of his head slowly making its way across my body, dropping licks and nips over my heated skin. Nicholas was clearly set on taking his time today and nothing I could say or do would change his mind – not that I minded in the least.
True to his earlier threat, Nicholas brought me to the edge of ecstasy so many times that I lost count as I writhed below his patient, skilful lips as he covered my body with heated touches until I was almost delirious. Finally, when I really could take no more, I did exactly what he told me I would – I began to beg.
‘Please, Nicholas …
please
.’ I heard, and felt, a hot satisfied chuckle break across my belly from his perfect lips, but he ignored my request and continued on his last trail until his mouth was hovering above my clit, his tongue darting occasional hot swipes across my quivering flesh until I was frantic below him. ‘Please! Nicholas, I’m begging you!’
‘Again. Louder. Say my name louder,’ he urged me as he shifted himself above my body and began to suck hard on one of my painfully erect nipples.
‘Nicholas!’ I yelped, louder and definitely in a tone that was saturated with needy desperation.
‘I love it when you shout my name, baby,’ he murmured. If that really were true, then seconds later I must have made him
really
happy, because I positively screeched his name as Nicholas nudged the head of his cock against my entrance and then filled me with one long, hard thrust.
‘Fuck!
Fuck!
’ I wasn’t prone to much swearing, but I was so lost to the moment that I honestly couldn’t help myself this time. ‘Eyes, Rebecca, let me see them, baby,’ he ordered softly, as he thrust into me again, hitting my G-spot with such precision I saw stars. I was panting hard, barely lucid, and sweating profusely, but I managed to follow his request and give Nicholas the eye contact that he constantly craved. The blue pools that met my eyes were so filled with desire that his pupils seemed huge, but the joy in his expression when our gazes collided was enough to make me fall in love with him all over again.
Not breaking the treasured eye contact he began a hard, rocking motion against me, grinding himself against my clit before pulling his cock almost all the way out of my body, then thrusting in hard and fast and making me jerk and writhe from the pleasure.
My hands slid down his sweat-slicked back and found the taut deliciousness of his bum, where I gripped the firm muscle and began to tug him against me on each of his downward thrusts. I could feel my climax rearing up on me with every clash of his hips against mine and I desperately tried to hold it off to extend this amazing experience.
With a slight shift of his hips Nicholas used his grip on my hip to pull my thighs open even further, causing his next thrust to be so deep that I was surprised it didn’t hurt. It did quite the opposite, in fact, almost triggering an instantaneous climax as I clawed at his arse, no doubt leaving my mark there, and then struggled to speak. ‘Oh God … Nicholas … I’m not going to last,’ I warned him in a gurgled voice.
His forehead was slick with sweat, his hair matted and damp, but his eyes were still fixed to mine as Nicholas nodded his understanding, ‘Me either. Come for me, my beautiful girl, take me over the edge with you,’ he panted, dropping his head and capturing my mouth as his talented hips continued their relentless rhythm. His words, combined with his near perfect thrusts against my G-spot, were all it took to send me spiralling into a climax so strong that it verged on painful as my muscles repeatedly clamped around him almost viciously. An animalistic roar left his throat as Nicholas pulled out jerkily, before bucking his hips back inside me one last time and flooding my quivering channel with his hot release before collapsing on top of me.
That had been truly phenomenal. As we both lay there panting and recovering my eyes flicked lazily around the room. I had no idea if this was the bed we would be staying in on our wedding night, but one thing was for sure – it would take a hell of a performance to improve upon the sensational sex we’d just shared.
‘So, when you mentioned that Nicholas and Rebecca were away this weekend checking out a possible wedding venue, it made me think that I should start some enquiries about ideas for her hen do. I’ve left it a bit late actually,’ I added nervously as I scrolled through my phone to find the list of possible restaurants and bars that I’d made to check out today.
‘Remind me again why I have to help you with this?’ Nathan enquired in a low tone as he fingered the grimy seat of the Underground train with an amusing look of distaste on his face. To my surprise I then watched as he pulled a small bottle of antiseptic hand gel from his pocket and proceeded to meticulously clean his fingers before gingerly placing them on his thighs.
Clean freak
. My eyebrows were almost bursting from my forehead at that action. Nathaniel Jackson was still an enigma to me in so many ways. He was also wearing his trademark suit even though it was Sunday, so he looked even more out of place amongst the casual weekend travellers. As odd as they were, I had to admit that I quite liked his quirks, so I merely shook my head and supressed the smile that wanted to break on my lips.
It had taken lots of persuasion over the last few months, but miraculously, even with his loathing of public transport, not to mention his clean hands fetish, I now had Nathan using public transport on quite a regular basis. Mr ‘I only like to travel in my car’ even knew how to work the ticket machines now. Wonders would never cease.
‘Because you said you wanted to help, and because we’re combining it with lunch and a few drinks,’ I reminded him patiently. ‘The idea for the hen do is that we’ll be out for most of the day, possibly having afternoon tea somewhere at about two-ish to start the day, and then drinks and dancing. Maybe a meal, but that will depend on if we do afternoon tea or not. So I need to find a good bar, restaurant, and club that might be suitable, I thought we could visit a few of the contenders today and see what we think.’
Rolling his eyes with a small smile Nathan pretended to be hard done by, but I could tell that he was actually quite excited by the prospect of an afternoon spent bar hopping. Standing from his seat as the train pulled into Covent Garden station he flashed a wink at me and then held out his newly cleaned hand. Accepting his palm I smiled happily as his warmth re-invigorated me and we departed the train and made our way down the platform. The familiar whoosh and clanking of the train leaving the station sent a rush of air around my ankles and I leaned into Nathan a little as the train sped up. As we reached the end of the platform I groaned and pulled to a brief stop. Damn it. I’d forgotten the lack of escalators at this station and seeing as I don’t do lifts because of my mild claustrophobia we would now have the joyous task of taking the stairs. All one hundred and ninety-three of them. My face twisted into a grimace.
Beginning my plod up the spiral staircase I quickly found myself puffing and slowing down much quicker than usual. Fitness guru Nathan wasn’t struggling at all though – in fact he sped off at such a rate that I quickly fell behind and cursed his rapidly disappearing bum. Another twenty steps and I was definitely starting to sweat. What was wrong with me? It wasn’t like I was particularly lazy or anything. This staircase just seemed endless today. Just when I started to wonder if there really was a top to the bloody thing I finally emerged into the sunlight to see Nathan leaning on a pillar, cool as a cucumber with his suit completely unruffled and a smirk on his handsome face.
‘Looking good, Stella,’ he quipped, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. No doubt I was red and sweaty, but my time with Nathan had obviously had some effect on him and his manners, because instead of just openly laughing at me he just smirked quietly to himself and found us a seat on a bench so I could recover. I had no idea what had caused my sudden bout of unfitness, but thankfully after just a few minutes I was feeling much better. My throat felt a bit sore, but I probably just needed a drink so we set off meandering amongst the cafés and side streets of Covent Garden.
Feeling Nathan’s hand slip into mine and link our fingers made me grin so broadly that my lips hurt. He was regularly the one to initiate contact like this these days, and I loved it. I felt a little smug really, because life with Nathan was pretty amazing at the moment. Since the dreadful day just over a year ago where Nathan’s father had reappeared and thrown both Nathan and his brother’s lives into chaos we’d all come a long, long way. Nathan’s father thankfully hadn’t been seen or heard from since, Nicholas and Rebecca were deep in plans for their upcoming wedding, and the relationship between myself and Nathan was getting stronger every day. In fact, Nathan had developed in ways I’d never imagined possible; he was open, caring, protective, and making a genuine effort to be a ‘regular’ boyfriend for the first time in his life. He was doing a pretty good job of it too.
Two hours later we were sat in a very funky little bar and restaurant just off the main drag of Covent Garden piazza after a superb meal and some very colourful cocktails. Well,
I’d
been on the cocktails, Nathan had stuck to bottled beer. ‘Wow … this place is amazing. So we’ll definitely come here on the hen-do for drinks then, if not a meal,’ I said cheerfully, as I gave my full belly an appreciative pat. ‘Now I just need somewhere for later in the evening. Rebecca likes dancing, she said she’s not very good at it but she enjoys it every now and then. I don’t think she’s too fussy about the type of music as long as it has a good beat.’ I personally hated dancing – well, my uncoordinated feet did anyway, but I’d be more than happy to humiliate myself on the dance floor if the occasion was my best friend’s hen-do.
‘Any suggestions?’ I asked Nathan, hoping he’d be sensible enough not to suggest Club Twist. It might be his standard club of choice, but it wouldn’t exactly be the ideal venue for Rebecca’s hen do. Seeing how long it had taken to convince her that my relationship with Nathan wasn’t the sordid coupling that she had first imagined, she’d no doubt
hate
it in there. All the PVC, leather, and naked flesh would totally freak her out, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined her reaction if she ever did venture in there. I didn’t mind it so much, and now that it was common knowledge on the circuit that I was with Nathan he occasionally suggested a visit every now and then. No one would dare come near me when we did venture in, that was for sure, now word of Nathan’s possessiveness over his sub had spread – the guys there always gave me a very wide berth.
Considering my question for a few moments Nathan raised a hand and rubbed at his chin. His action immediately drew my gaze to his jaw. It was lightly stubbled today because he’d skipped his shave in favour of accompanying me.
Hmm
. I loved the way he sometimes used his stubble to tease me by rubbing it across my skin. As I sat there watching him ponder I had the most ridiculous urge to lean over and run my tongue up his jaw bone just to feel how prickly it would be, but thankfully I was distracted from public embarrassment as Nathan chose that exact second to click his fingers as an idea struck him. ‘Got it. I think I might actually know the perfect place. There’s a very sought after club behind Oxford Street called Project that I happen to have connections with. Have you heard of it?’
Had I heard of it? The question should really be who
hadn’t
heard of it. My eyebrows rose as I turned to him in surprise. Project was a very swanky,
very
popular destination amongst London’s rich and famous – it was constantly featuring in the entertainment pages of newspapers and magazines and infamous for its strict member’s only policy. ‘You can get us into Project?’ I asked in a slightly disbelieving tone.
Looking rather smug Nathan took my hand again and rubbed his thumb across the knuckles as I stifled a sudden yawn. Gosh, this afternoon had been very successful, but clearly from my exhaustion, organising a hen do was tiring work. ‘I can, yes. My company did the refurbishments, so I know the owner.’ Wow. Drinks at a fantastic cocktail bar followed by a night of dancing at Project? As far as planning an awesome hen-do went that surely had to be a winner on all fronts. Plus there was the idea of starting the day off with an early afternoon tea somewhere that I was also toying with, so surely I couldn’t really go wrong now.
‘Now that’s sorted let’s get one final drink in here and then head home.’ Nathan said, signalling the waiter for a refill of his beer and my Cosmopolitan. Crikey, with this much afternoon drinking it was no wonder I was suddenly feeling a bit warm and sleepy. As I tried to fight off another yawn Nathan tapped something out on his phone and then checked his watch with a small nod. ‘Tired?’ he asked with a frown, apparently having seen my attempt at a hidden yawn despite being on his phone.
Nodding, I smiled back, ‘A little. Two cocktails with lunch will do that though.’ I joked as the waiter arrived with my third drink on a tray, much to my delight.
The waiter left us in peace and over the next few minutes I gradually felt Nathan begin to tense up beside me. Taking a sip of my drink I turned to him and saw him observing me over the rim of his bottle with narrowed eyes. Shifting slightly on his seat at being caught he rolled off his shoulders and proceeded to fiddle with a beer mat on the table. Talk about tell-tale signs of discomfort! Nathan was usually so calm and poised that with him shifting and fiddling constantly like this it was screamingly obvious that something was on his mind.
‘What’s up?’ I asked, reconnecting our hand hold and finding his fingers stiff within my grasp, which instantly made me feel nervy.
‘Nothing,’ he murmured, still avoiding eye contact and still barely returning my grip, which only added to my anxiousness. Giving his hand a firm squeeze until it surely must have been verging on painful I finally got a reaction when Nathan huffed out a breath and looked up at me. ‘OK, OK …’ Pulling in a deep breath through his nose Nathan blinked several times as he stared at me, his heavy lidded gaze travelling all around my face until it settled on my eyes again.
‘I’m a little uncomfortable with the idea of you going out clubbing with a group of girls,’ he suddenly confessed, his face an almost impassive mask that was impossible to read. Was he being serious? I really had no idea, so frowning I tilted my head and said the first thing that sprung to my mind.
‘Don’t you trust me?’
This time Nathan’s exhalation wasn’t smooth or controlled. Instead he huffed out a breath, puffing his cheeks as he did so, and lowering his brows into a frown that matched my own. ‘I trust
you,
Stella. I just don’t trust all the pricks who will be trying it on with you all fucking night.’ His growing agitation was clear, but I wasn’t really sure how to deal with it because what he was saying was just ridiculous.
‘You’re not my keeper, Nathan. As it is I hardly ever go out without you. Besides, even if every man in the club tried it on with me they wouldn’t have any luck because it’s you that I’m committed to,’ I told him simply, meaning every single word. He might have his oddities, but Nathan was it for me. No man had ever made me feel the way he did, and the fact they we were a perfect match in the bedroom too just added to our amazing compatibility. I couldn’t believe he would doubt me like this.
I watched as Nathan remained in his dark place, his frown deepening as his mind obviously dwelled on unrealistic images, no doubt containing me surrounded by packs of rabid men with their hands all over my body. ‘If you were my sub I’d simply tell you not to go,’ he muttered petulantly, but his words shocked me into almost dropping my drink.
A horrible chill descended upon me, instantly cooling the hot flush that I’d been experiencing earlier. ‘Is that what you want?’ I asked in a ghost of a whisper, ‘To order me around? To go back to how your life used to be?’ My trembling hand managed to place my drink down before gripping the table to steady myself. He’d made such progress lately, surely he couldn’t want it to go back to the days of non-emotional sexual encounters where I was simply his sub and nothing more?
Blinking several times Nathan seemed to wake from whatever trance he was in, cocked his head, and studied me intently before shocking me completely by breaking out into a wide smile that complete lit up his lovely face. ‘What? No, of course not.’ His smile turned into a full, mega-watt Nathan grin, one that not many people beyond me ever got to see, ‘It would just make dealing you and your stubborn, difficult ways easier sometimes, that’s all.’ He smirked as he took another sip of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table.
He was kidding with me – or at least I thought he was – but the sudden change in his demeanour was still concerning me. ‘Wanting to go to my friend’s hen do makes me difficult and stubborn?’ I asked with a disbelieving laugh, hoping that my earlier concerns had just been misplaced.
Raising his eyebrows he shook his head, but I could tell from the twinkle in his eye that Nathan was definitely teasing me, which made my shoulders relax. ‘No, but wanting to go to your friend’s hen do in a club full of randy arseholes and no doubt dance and shake your body in front of them?
That
makes you difficult and stubborn to deal with,’ he concluded with a firm nod.
Rolling my eyes at him I shook my head and couldn’t help but giggle. As I sipped on my cocktail I watched as Nathan chewed on the inside of his lower lip and even though he was playing around with me I suspected that my night out with the girls really was causing him concern, which on the one hand was rather sweet, but on the other side was also way too possessive and probably needed to be addressed.
On the table Nathan’s phone chimed with an incoming message which broke me from my pondering and halted any thoughts I’d been having about continuing the conversation. Glancing at his phone he pocketed it and then spoke, ‘Drink up, our car has arrived.’ My forehead creased at his words. Car? We’d come by train, so I looked up at him in confusion hoping for an explanation.
Shrugging, he gazed at me intently, his big blues immediately sucking me into his spell. ‘You said you were tired, so I sent a quick text and requested a company car pick us up,’ Nathan explained, lifting his chin in the direction of the curb outside the bar where a very long, sleek black Mercedes was idling on some double yellow lines. After my initial shock died away I grinned at Nathan and once he had dumped some cash on the table I allowed him to help me to my feet.