5. Natalie

CHAPTER 5

Natalie

T he minute I enjoy myself, I lose all purpose for this stupid act. Honesty means acknowledging that I'm a bit fucked in the head. The way Tyler masters my body and orgasm without knowing me at all in an intimate manner has my mind spinning. The urgent need he has for me, for my body, is a feeling I crave.

Tyler pulls my face away, and it's clear the drugs are wearing off. There's a fire in his eyes as he stands, penis jutting out in front of him. He roars with anger? Excitement? I'm not sure which emotion is surging through him when he lifts me off the floor and tosses me over his shoulder.

Tyler carries me to his bed in the corner of the studio apartment, where he drops me like a feather. It takes a few seconds for him to yank my pants off, grabbing my legs and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. He has feet anchored to the floor when he grabs my waist and forces his hardness inside of my walls.

We both sigh with relief as if he belongs inside of me at all times. He begins to move at a feverish pace almost immediately. Every slam of his pelvis rocks me to my core. The way his hands tear at my shirt and pull my bra down has my nipples hard.

Tyler leans forward, grabbing my tits and kneading them as his cock drives in and out of me mercilessly. In and out, my walls cling to his movements, dreading the moment this will end. He pulls back so far, I think he's about to pull out.

"No, don't stop," I beg.

Tyler's hands reach up to my throat immediately as he snarls, squeezing my neck tighter. "Shut the fuck up and take this dick."

I come instantly at the command. Breathing becomes harder between thrusts until he takes one hand away to rub my clit while he fucks the sense out of me. I don't know how much more I can take as I'm bombarded with one orgasm after another. I hear the grunt and snap of Tyler pulling the band off his cock.

After he drops the band on the floor, he pulls out of me, flipping me onto my stomach where he rubs my ass. His palms make heavy circles before I feel them leave, but he returns his hand with a loud smack across the cheek.

A deep inhale from behind my clenching teeth makes him chuckle behind me. He slaps my ass again before I hear him spit. The moisture spreading around my ass is soon accompanied by the increasing pressure of his cock pushing against the rim of my back entrance.

"Relax that ass, Nat." His command comes with his hand rubbing the curve of my cheek gently as he inches inside with a loud groan, breathing out and then in as he seats himself inside of me.

When he moves, slowly at first, I'm grimacing against the pressure, the pain, the pleasure. Every nerve ending is firing off signals to my brain. But as the moments pass and my body grows comfortable with him inside of me, Tyler picks up his pace. He doesn't go too fast, but I can hear his moans of satisfaction, claiming every inch of my body.

My emotions are catching up to the primitive urge I need to have Tyler's cock moving in and out of me. I hate that I'm only discovering this about him now. It's impossible to know what's going to happen tomorrow. Tonight? I'm going to enjoy getting the shit fucked out of me by this asshole.

Every stroke is easier than the last and I find myself relaxing under his movements. When he pulls out, finally succumbing to his orgasms, I'm uncertain if I should be relieved or beg him for more.

"Come here," he whispers, bending down to pull me off the bed. My legs feel like jelly and my ass is worn out. Tyler scoops me into his arms, cradling me against his chest and carrying me into his bathroom.

It's not big with a shower stall that barely fits the two of us. He turns the water on and helps me out of the rest of my clothes. By the time we're both undressed, steam engulfs the small space as Tyler leads me by the hand into the shower.

He steps in behind me, letting most of the water fall over my head. I moan as it soothes my body. When I feel Tyler's hands rubbing my back, I'm not sure where this is going. But he turns me to face him and I see something much softer in his eyes.

The gap closes between us and Tyler kisses me, holding my face in his hands as the water cascades down our bodies. His tongue circles mine, capturing my mouth, heightening the sexual energy reigniting between us. The scent of his body wash wraps around us.

Tyler takes his time washing me with his hands before sliding soap over his entire body. I can't stop myself from grabbing his cock. Sudsy and slippery, I stroke him again, wondering if he's going to make me stop.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fuck you in this tiny ass shower." His warning means nothing since that's exactly what I want.

I squeeze him tighter, drawing another erection out of him. At least this time I didn't have to drug him. Tyler's raring to go within seconds of me stroking his cock awake. He hikes one of my legs around his waist to slip deep inside my pussy where we mesh together. The pleasure lets me close my eyes as Tyler uses the wall behind me to hold himself up.

Each thrust up brings me closer to that orgasmic cliff that he sends me over far too easily. Everything around us fades away as he pushes in and out of my pussy with the pressure of our release coming like a freight train.

One of his massively strong hands grips my ass firmly, reminding me of his presence in every hole I have. He guides my hips back and forth. My pussy slides up and down. The smoothness of his cock against the walls of my center has me craving him, craving so much more that I'm willing to rethink firing him.

Tyler leans down to kiss me as he slides his dick in and out of my heat. My orgasm coats his shaft as his tongue circles my mouth with such passion and desire I come again. The way he steals orgasms at every turn is breathtaking. I'm falling too hard, too fast.

This can't be something that lasts forever, right? This is just sex to get out of our system. Tit for tat because he took something from me and I never want to be a victim. I'd much rather be the villain.

When Tyler's final thrusts come, I feel his release inside of me. The way his cock falls limp as he pants to catch his breath makes me wonder if I can get him to go again.

"Fuck, how can you fuck so many times?" I ask him as we step out of the shower.

"Have you seen you?" he asks with a crooked smile, eyeing me like I'm a delectable piece of food.

"You don't have to say that, Tyler. I'm 40 and you're how old?"

"I'm 23, which is the exact reason I can fuck as often as I can get it up. Don't sell yourself short, Naughty Nat." He winks at me, grabbing a towel for me to dry off as he wipes himself down from head to toe.

The muscles rippling down his body make me regret not seeing him naked sooner.

Slowly, I begin moving around his space, gathering my things so I can leave.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the refrigerator to pull out pots of food.

"I can eat, but what is that?" I ask him with a laugh.

"Broccoli, spaghetti sauce, meatballs. I can make fresh pasta for you. Unless you have somewhere else you need to be."

Logic tells me I need to get the hell out of here. I've electrocuted this man and drugged him. I highly doubt the police want to hear it was payback for him assaulting me earlier because I fired him. Still, the threat of Tyler's anger no longer seems relevant. It's obsolete if he's cooking food for me, right?

"Sit down, Natalie," he commands, nudging his chin toward the sofa and coffee table. He looks at the TV, the porn is stuck on the end, paused, and waiting for one of us to select the next movie.

"You have interesting taste in movies," I tell him with a light giggle.

"I thought you put that on at some point between shocking the shit out of me and drugging me."

I shake my head from side to side, positioning myself in a way to face him while glancing back at the TV. "Nope. I gave you the, uh, tainted beer, and you said you wanted to watch a naughty movie after doing naughty things."

"Fuck. I was out of it. What the hell did you give me?" he asks, rubbing the back of his head.

"A little something that Anderson cooked up."

He shakes his head. "He's going to get you arrested. The shit he was talking about doing to Chanel because she asked for drugs was criminal."

"Okay pot, Anderson's the kettle," I say with a laugh.

Tyler turns to face me. "What?"

"Shit, I'm showing my age. It's a saying that the pot shouldn't call the kettle black. Like you calling Anderson a criminal, when the both of us have committed several felonies tonight."

Tyler shrugs as he gets back to cooking us food. "You liked it, but so did I."