16. Carly

Nate stared at me from across the table we'd claimed at a local dive bar, his expression unchanged from normal besides the tiniest widening of his eyes. "Are you serious? Ben is Ella's dad?"

I nodded, turning my gaze down to the screwdriver Nate had gotten for me for comfort. I took a big sip, enjoying the citrusy tang more than the sting of liquor behind it. We sat in the silence of this truth for a moment, and then Nate hummed.

"I guess I can see it, really. The eyes, for one. And their both being little nerds." When I shot him a glare, he hurried to cover with, "Affectionately, of course!"

"Yeah, well, Bennett wasn't a nerd when I met him," I muttered. Nate waved a hand, asking me to continue, so I gave him the short version. "We met at a frat party. One thing led to another, and… well, Ella. I never saw him after that night. It was a big school, and I'd never seen him before, either, so I didn't really think anything of it until I found out I was pregnant."

"So he never knew," Nate guessed.

"Never. I didn't even know how to contact him when I found out." Hell, I hadn't even known his name.

"Christ. Makes me kind of wonder if I have any kids out there," Nate mused aloud. Then his eyes widened and he hurried to say, "I definitely would have stepped up if that were the case! I'm not trying to be a deadbeat dad."

"I know," I reassured him. "You'd be a fantastic father. Just look how great you are with Ella."

"Not hard to be great with a great kid," he said, and my heart swelled.

As our night continued, Nate kept buying the drinks, insisting on paying since, "You're a single mother, Carl. You do everything for everyone. Let me do this for you." We chatted as we sipped, sharing stories and laughing like old friends.

The topic turned to Ella between waves of other grown-up things. I almost apologized for it, but Nate stopped me in my tracks. "You're allowed to talk about your kid a lot. I like hearing about her. Does she have any fun Ella adventures coming up?"

"Just trying to survive the embarrassment of my piss-poor baking skills," I joked, and when he looked confused, I explained. "There's a bake sale coming up for her class to raise money for a field trip. She's got all these ideas for me to make ladybug cupcakes, and she doesn't believe me that Grammy's culinary skills skipped a generation. She's all, ‘baking is just science, Mama, and science is easy!'" I rolled my eyes. "Tell that to my abysmal science report cards back when I was in school. There's a reason I didn't go the STEM route in college."

"I could help," Nate provided generously, and thanks to the liquor, it took me a moment to catch up.

"With the bake sale?"

"Hell yeah. We'll blow those other moms out of the water. I'm literally a professional chef, in case you didn't remember."

"I can't really picture you baking, though. Aren't they different?"

He mimed a knife in his heart. "You wound me, Carl. Don't underestimate my pastry prowess."

"Alright," I agreed, grinning. "Think you can make ladybug cupcakes work?"

"I can do that and more. Just watch me."

The drinks kept flowing. When was the last time I'd let myself be so relaxed, so unconcerned with the responsibilities I had toward everyone but me? When you fucked Logan, I answered for myself. And that thought, plus the little bit of alcohol, made me giggle.

"What are you gigglin' about?" Nate asked me with a sly half-smile.

"It's a secret," I said mischievously.

"Secrets are meant to be shared," he countered.

"This is a pretty juicy one."

"All the more reason to get it off your impressive chest," he said with a wink and a pointed look at my breasts, and I almost choked on my drink as I sipped it. What a cheeky bastard.

"Alright, fine," I decided, feeling that babbling slightly-drunk need to tell everyone everything interesting that's ever happened to me. I let it out in an easy statement. "I slept with Logan."

I expected a gasp, a scandalized expression, maybe even a classic teen movie "Shut up!" made twice as funny coming from Nate's mouth. But he just nodded, took a swig of his whiskey neat, and said, "Oh, yeah. I knew that already."

Before I could even start to sputter my indignant response, the truth hit me like a brick to the face. They were brothers. Of course they talked. Still, I was struggling to catch up to this reality, to process how I felt about Logan sharing this fact with his brother. Unfortunately, what Nate said next only worsened that particular problem.

"It's fine. I know you and I have never talked about this." He gestured between the two of us, shrugged in a half-assed sort of way that didn't really fit with how my brain was clinging for dear life to that this, his first acknowledgement of whatever attraction existed between us that we'd always ignored. "But that doesn't mean I'm not jealous as hell that he got to touch you first."

Oh, damn. This wasn't the same energy as our usual playful flirtation at all. Nate was leaning toward me around the edge of the small table where we sat, and I felt his leg brush against mine like an electric shock. Not an unpleasant one, though. It sent that drunk warmth from my head and chest all the way down to my clit, and I leaned into him a little. I maintained eye contact with him, feeling bolder than I ever had and only partly because I'd been drinking. Something about the way I'd let loose with Logan made the stakes of everything feel a little less dire.

It was only satisfaction, no inkling of fear or worry and no thought that maybe I shouldn't do this, that zinged through me when I felt Nate's hand grip my thigh. My bare thigh, since I'd worn a rare dress to work today. His skin on mine felt like a wildfire. Not caring that this was moving too fast or that we were in a bar full of people, or that there was a whole list of reasons I shouldn't encourage this behavior, I spread my legs a little, giving him easier access to me.

As if he could read my mind, Nate's expression shifted to a sultry half-grin, and his hand slid upward under the table. I didn't mean to hold my breath, but when he reached the front of my panties, the air I'd been restricting came out in a huff of surprised arousal. Nate's smile became more wicked, and he subtly inched himself closer, giving himself a better angle from which to tease me.

It was the faintest, most agonizing friction first. Gentle brushes against the thin fabric covering my folds, just enough pressure that he could start to feel the dampness he was causing after a few passes. Not enough to give me what my body immediately ached, burned for. Trying to take a page out of his book and stay discreet, since this was a public place and we were surrounded by strangers, I shifted forward in my seat. A tiny shift of my hips that brought Nate closer and made him laugh.

"So needy," he murmured. "Did Logan not give you everything you wanted?"

"He gave me plenty," I fired back when he pulled his hand away again. I wanted to groan, to grab his hand under the table and shove it into my panties, to guide his fingers to my aching clit myself. "But you've left me wanting ever since that day at the playground, and I'm getting tired of waiting."

It was almost as if Nate had been waiting for me to give him verbal confirmation that I wanted this. Because after he took a second to blink in shock that I"d addressed our almost-kiss, he rewarded me by boldly hooking his fingers into the side of my panties, tugging the fabric away so I could feel the bar's AC against my hidden flesh, a foreign sensation. When I felt his thumb come up to press expertly against my clit, I did the only thing I could think to do. I claimed his mouth in a kiss, if only to muffle the moan of pleasure I wanted to release.

I wasn't the type to make out with someone in a bar. Not even when I was newly twenty-one and free of responsibilities or the fear of social ramifications to my behavior for my little girl. But this whole night was fun, free and uninhibited, and deeply Nate. So, I kissed this gorgeous man with reckless abandon, and he kissed me back like he'd been wanting to for a long, long time.

All the while, his hand under the table still explored the wet heat between my legs with expert precision. With the heady combination of Nate's tongue in my mouth, his thumb massaging my clit, and his index and middle fingers plunging into my pussy, I was right on the edge of coming. Or at least I would be if I could fully let go of the fact that we were in a public place. Instead, I was too afraid of crying out and causing a scene. I had just enough self-control to break away from our passionate kiss, pant for a second to catch my breath, and rasp the words, "Your place. Now."

Nate's sexy canine teeth flashed with the full width of his grin. He nodded slowly, withdrew his fingers from under the table, and somehow managed to stick them into his mouth in a way that was deliciously obscene to me but wouldn't attract too much notice among the people in the bar. Even when he let his eyes close in ecstasy, hummed his deep pleasure, and plucked his fingers out from his lips, licked clean. I was speechless when he looked me in the eyes and said, "Fucking delicious. Now, let's go back to mine for dessert."

We took an Uber to Nate's apartment, and we made out like horny teenagers in the back seat the whole way. He felt me up like a teenager, too, not even trying to hide the fact that he was groping my tits from our driver. I made a mental note to give the guy five stars on the app, especially when Nate leaned in and bit my earlobe, then whispered, "Can't wait to have you naked and squirming in my bed, Carl. I'm gonna enjoy it a hell of a lot."

When we stumbled inside his place, still kissing and laughing and tripping over our own feet as we shed our shoes by the front door, a rush of excitement swept over me. Sure, there was the sexual anticipation, a deep, yearning need to touch and taste every inch of Nate's body and have him do the same to mine. But there was a regular dose of anticipation for something fun, too. I should have known it would be fun with Nate. We were always laughing when we were together. Why should sex be any different in that regard? We were friends first, and that was the kind of dynamic I'd always dreamed of. Finding somebody who really gotme and made me come like crazy was the ultimate dream.

Nate already had the first one down. And I had no doubt he would accomplish the latter. God, I couldn't wait.

When we made it to Nate's bedroom, though I'd been curious what it would look like before, I hardly noticed our surroundings. I saw a bed, some dark colors, a little bit of general mess that made sense for him. I was too caught up in this man to notice anything more. The way his light brown hair fell almost into his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, the taut ropes of muscle that flexed and stretched under that gorgeously graffitied skin on his arms. "You're so beautiful," I told him in an awed whisper between kisses, and his big hands came up to cradle my head, pushing my hair back from my face with shocking tenderness that made me feel safe. He smiled into my eyes with open adoration. I was swooning.

"You too, baby. More stunning than you'll ever know."

Before I could start to worry that this felt almost too serious all of a sudden, Nate moved his hands quickly from my face all the way down to grab my ass and haul me against him. He lifted my skirt, squeezed and massaged my soft flesh, and groaned. "And Christ above, Carly, did you know you've got an absolute dump truck of an ass?"

I laughed hard enough that I snorted, and then Nate laughed, too. Feeling the mischievous spirit flowing through me, I danced away from his grip, playful and smirking and delightfully young. He prowled toward me as I backed up to the edge of his bed, stopping before I hit the mattress. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," I purred in challenge, and Nate's face lit with a Cheshire Cat smile when I reached for the hem of my dress and swiftly pulled it off over my head.

I let Nate survey me as I stood there in my bra and panties, both black to go with the work-appropriate dress I'd worn, though they weren't a matching set. The lighting in his bedroom was dim, but not enough to hide my stretch marks, the folds of my back, the cellulite on my thighs. I didn't care. I had learned to love my body for everything it gave me, everything it did to keep me alive, and even for the reaction it got from Logan and Nate both. Nate didn't have an issue with any of my so-called imperfections, either. He looked at me like I was an oasis in the desert and he was a man dying of thirst.

"Love the lacy panties, Carl, but I'd love even more if you'd show me the sweetness underneath," Nate said, his voice low in pitch and volume. His eyes trailed down my full stomach, falling on that triangle of black fabric between my legs. My heart raced. How was he so good at this?

"I'm feeling a little underdressed, compared to you," I countered, my voice not coming out quite as confidently as I"d hoped at first. I propped my hands on my hips, feeling my power a little more as I continued. "Take your shirt off, lover boy."

"Oh, yes, ma'am," Nate said with a grin. He yanked his shirt off in a smooth, quick motion, throwing it across the room without a care.

Oh, sweet Jesus. Nate Young was a work of art in more ways than one. I'd known he was annoyingly Dorito-shaped before, but seeing his broad shoulders taper down to a slim little waist I couldn't wait to grip with my thighs was a whole new level of delicious. His lean, tight stomach had an enticing trail of brown hair leading down into his waistband, but I let my eyes trail upward first, taking in the beautiful array of colors that cascaded across his chest. The tattoos that covered his slim, strong arms were plenty sexy as it was, but seeing how the dragon tail on one bicep connected to the rest of its body and the vividly bright breath of fire on his pectoral, how a waterfall of florals crept down the side of his rib cage, how well he wore all that ink amid an artful dusting of chest hair and pierced nipples to boot… it was all too much. All I could do was laugh.

Nate was too confident to be offended. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. I explained before he could ask. "You're stupidly hot, Nate. Why wasn't I trying to jump your bones months ago?"

His own laugh was a bark that went well with the wolf tattoo I saw peeking up from his waistband, right across his jutting hip bone. Those would be perfect handles to hang onto while I rode his dick into next week. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," he mimicked me, and I lost all ability to speak as he undid his belt buckle with one hand and yanked the leather strip out of his belt loops in a quick whip crack.

And damn it, he didn't even give me a second to process how sexy and impressive that move was because he skipped the teasing I'd opted for, going right to the button of his jeans. I gaped as he oh, so casually dropped his pants, and then in seconds, he was hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his tight black underwear and dragging those down, too.

There was so much to see, I was a little overwhelmed. More colorful ink on his thighs, one impressive piece that went all the way down to his ankle and seemed to include some aquatic life—jellyfish, a sea turtle, a hammerhead shark. But of course, I really couldn't keep my eyes off him.

Nate has a pretty cock, I thought, and then let out a desperate laugh because it sounded ridiculous even to me, but it was true. It stood at full attention, red-purple at its head and proud, substantial in size and absolutely delectable. Not as thick as Logan's had been, maybe, but Nate's cock was still full and veined and long enough that I knew it would hit that perfect spot inside me with no effort. Plus, it had a slightly wicked curve that only made it all the more wanton, and wait a second. Was that—metal? I gasped when it glinted against the light, confirming the painfully sexy truth. The head of Nate's cock was pierced with a silver ring, and just the sight of it was so erotic, I wanted to fall to my knees and beg him to fuck me, no more preamble necessary.

"Like what you see, baby?" Nate asked, and instead of answering, I hurried to scramble out of my bra and panties, needing to be naked and next to him, touching him, on him. When I was completely bare, he let out a shaky, quiet, "Fucking hell. You're a fantasy. Come here."

But in contradiction to his demand, Nate strode toward me, smoothly scooping me into a full-frontal kiss, pressing our bodies as close as they could get. It was something out of a movie, sweeping and romantic, our mouths moving in sync, our tongues savoring each other. When he'd had enough to hold him over, he broke the kiss. Then, panting, he gently pushed me back against his mattress, making both of us laugh when I fell ungracefully and bounced a little. Nate stood over me, watching, and he waggled his eyebrows. "Goddamn, your tits look great when they move like that. Mind to give me a little shimmy?"

It was a joke, but the kind that was true at the same time. I was having too much fun to refuse him. Laughing all the while, I obliged, propping myself up on my elbows so I could shake my breasts sufficiently. Nate laughed, then licked his lips and said, "Yeah, that's it." Then he pounced.

He was on me in seconds, pressing his lean muscle into my softness as he kissed me again, slow and a little sloppy. Perfection. I let my hands trace the edges of his body, and he let one of his hands slide from my bare hip up to my breast, heightening my arousal with his careful caress. His lips dragged lazily across my jaw and down my throat as he murmured nonsense dirty talk that he didn't even seem to be aware of. His lips stopped to suck at each of my nipples, and he seemed to get distracted there, licking me into perfect, heightened pleasure, alternating between the left and right whenever the urge struck.

One of his hands was too busy propping himself up against the mattress, but the free one cradled the pillow of my breast like it was precious, moving to skillfully massage the neglected nipple between his skilled fingers whenever his mouth had moved to the one opposite. I was panting, close to finishing from this alone, and that seemed to excite Nate. He tested my resolve, letting those sexy canine teeth scrape over my pebbled flesh, biting down gently.

If I weren't with Nate, if it weren't so good, if I weren't past the point of caring, I might have been embarrassed by the hard and fast crest of my orgasm, how it crashed over me and ripped a cry from my lips. I'd already been so ready back at the bar. Now, the promise was fulfilled. Nate swore, a quiet, triumphant, "Fucking Christ, yes," that he then muffled by sucking my nipple again as if he couldn't help himself, at the same time carrying me through the pleasure. It pulsed through my body, and even with the relief of finally coming, I only yearned more for Nate to turn his attention to my pussy.

"Lick me," I gasped out, surprising myself. When had I ever been that up front, asking for something I wanted? Maybe it was because I felt so safe with Nate. I spread my legs for him, reaching for my aching clit. Unable to resist, I pinched it for a second between my two fingers before I spread my lips apart for him to see. An invitation for him to devour me.

"Oh, gladly," Nate growled. He gave one last playful lick to my nipple, almost like a dog, making me laugh before he started to kiss his way down my stomach. It was fast, but no less erotic for it, every touch of his lips to my over-sensitized skin pushing me closer to yet more ecstasy. When he was level with my pussy, Nate's smile was wide and full of promise. He gripped my thighs and spread my legs even wider, took a moment to drink me in with his eyes. He let out a low whistle. "Fucking perfect, baby. I've dreamt of seeing your pretty pussy all spread out like this for me for… shit, it feels like years."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I asked breathlessly. I squirmed, rocking my hips with the need for him to touch me, which made him grab me. This had to be why they were called love handles. His hands were a perfect fit for my soft flesh, gripping hard enough to bruise. Good. He didn't stop me from wiggling, just wanted to be along for the ride as I did it. "It's ready for you."

"Yeah, it is." He licked his lips. "All wet and ripe. Goddamn, I'm lucky." Nate's gorgeous lips formed a smirk, and then he brought his open mouth down to kiss me right where I wanted him.

The heat of him drove me wild instantly. He kissed and licked my soaked folds passionately, the way he would with my mouth, focusing the ministrations of his tongue especially on my swollen clit. I twitched and moaned under his attention, and every sound I let out only made him try harder to break me apart. I was panting heavily, my chest heaving with the effort to contain all of this decadent sensation, when I gripped the longest strands of his hair with both of my hands.

"Mmm," Nate hummed into me, bringing out another of my own small, involuntary moans. He pulled back so he could speak, though his tongue delved into my wetness between words, licking me like an ice cream cone, as if he couldn't get enough. "Pull harder, baby. Don't be shy."

I obeyed him, digging my greedy fingers further into his hair and tugging him closer to me. The hearty, male groan he let out as he sucked my clit into his mouth was almost enough to make me come all over his face. I cried out a desperate "Yes!" as he reached his long arms up to grab my tits, too, and he picked up the pace of his licking.

That extra speed and pressure, the added pinch of his deft thumbs against my hardened nipples, it was more than enough. My second orgasm of the night had me screaming his name, bucking my hips up into his hungry mouth. My entire body tensed and shook violently with jagged, erratic movements I couldn't control. It was torture. It was exquisite. And Nate wouldn"t stop, releasing my left breast so he could free up his right hand for some devious purpose.

He growled like an animal as he licked me from my still-clenching, soaked entrance all the way back up to my throbbing clit. Then, when he'd settled back at the apex of my thighs with a sensual, slow kiss, his free hand reached up to delve a finger inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I let out on a half-moan, half-sigh. Those long fingers had always fascinated me when I watched him hold a knife at work, and now that one of them was thrusting in and out of my wetness, I knew my fantasies hadn"t been unfounded. He knew exactly how to bring my body to its peak, as if he'd studied the art of female pleasure for years. The steady rhythm of his thrusts and the matching flicks of his tongue drove me higher and higher, closer and closer to another orgasm that I thought might finally destroy me. When he added his middle finger for that perfect extra stretch, thrust hard and fast and then hooked his fingers up to hit my G-spot, I cried out again.

It was a harder, faster, more intense climax this time. I saw stars across my vision, and I shook so hard that Nate had to hold me down, keeping me steady against the bed as I half-sobbed with the perfection of it. I thought he'd finally finished eating me, but it was like he couldn't drag his mouth away from my pussy. A starving man, truly. He stopped a second to clean off his fingers with another hard suck like he'd done so shamelessly at the bar, but then he spread my labia apart with his thumbs and licked me again in long, careful sweeps.

"Nate, please, I want you," I half-begged, reaching out a hand that had been in his hair, hoping to wrap it around his cock. But he was too far away, and he saw my near-crazed need for him, letting out a breathy chuckle against my overheated flesh.

"Christ, baby. You're insatiable," he praised me with a proud grin. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away from my pussy, showing off the glistening wetness of the entire lower half of his face. Jesus, that was sexy. He met my eyes. "I almost came just watching you, and you still want more?"

"Yes," I cried. I was no longer even human, just a physical manifestation of pure, heady desire. "Please, Nate. Give me your cock."

"Well, when you ask so nicely," he mused. He brought himself to his feet, and when I expected him to reach for a condom or to try to position himself at my entrance, instead, he climbed up on the bed. He crouched beside my head, his jutting cock coming close to my face.

Oh, I loved where this was going. It was like Nate was having too much fun playing with me to usher in the end of this with old-fashioned sex, and I wouldn"t complain about getting to taste and tease him, too. Eager to get my hands on him, I sat up to grip the base of his shaft with my hand, relishing his thickness. He sighed at the contact, his eyes watching me with clear desire as I started to stroke him.

When I made my way up to the head of him, lightly squeezing his engorged tip, I ran my thumb across his piercing, groaning aloud at how sexy it was. That contact made Nate twitch, too, his lean abdomen jumping and jerking his cock in my grip. I loved the effect I had on him, loved the power of it. Maybe that was why I suddenly needed him in my mouth.

Somehow, Nate got that just from the look I gave him, the way I started to try to adjust, hoping to find the best way to get his dick between my willing lips. His idea was the best one he'd had yet. With gentle hands, Nate encouraged me to lie back down against the bed. Then he adjusted himself, spreading his thighs and leaning forward as he threw a leg over me. He positioned himself above me, his dick in my line of sight and his face near my pussy, preparing to eat me out again while I sucked him off.

I'd never sixty-nined before. There was a little bit of a learning curve, figuring out the comfiest position, how to give ourselves the best angles to go wild with each other's bodies while navigating our height difference. But we figured it out, and there was nothing uncomfortable in the friendly awkwardness. Soon, Nate's cock was in perfect sucking range, and he was spreading my still-sopping pussy lips apart to lick me again.

Nate started us off with an open-mouthed kiss, and my nerves sang to life again. This new angle was incredible, the flat of his tongue pressing perfectly against the hood that protected my clit, lessening the intensity and increasing the pleasure of his efforts. I moaned, and seeing his cock twitch in response to my noises reminded me that I had a job to do, too. So, I propped one of my wrists up against his hip bone, reaching for the firm cheek of his ass, which I relished taking a handful of. Then I grabbed him by his erection with my other hand and brought his swollen head to my mouth, sucking it inside.

I felt Nate's quiet "fuck" more than I heard it, a vulgar, tantalizing vibration against my folds, a jolt of satisfaction that had me clenching internally, looking for something to clamp onto. I sucked him at the tip, letting my tongue fiddle with the piercing, running back and forth across it, loving the way it made him gently thrust further into my mouth. Christ, it must feel amazing, the pressure and caress of that cool metal against such sensitive nerves. Maybe I should think about getting a piercing, too. It was so fun to play with Nate's, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. I could only imagine if he did the same to me.

Nate sucked my clit hard then, making me yelp with him still filling my mouth, and almost like we were battling to see who could make the other one come first, I intensified my own efforts in response. I sucked him hard back, taking him further into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat. I gagged a little, tears springing up in my eyes, but I relaxed and pushed through, relishing the wet sounds of both of our mouths performing this sinfully sweet ritual. Nate's hips twitched, thrusting a little deeper as I moved, bobbing, varying the depth with which I took him and picking up speed.

Then he upped the ante. He added two of his fingers to the mix again, plunging them both deep within my slickness for that perfect stretch, thrusting hard and fast. I cried out against his cock, losing all track of my efforts to give him as much pleasure as he'd given me. Then those wicked fingers curled inward to reach my self-destruct button, and they pressed it hard and fast in perfect sync with that ever-flicking tongue.

I almost choked on his cock as I started to come apart again, but with some nearly-inhuman level of self-control, Nate swiftly pulled himself free of my mouth, moving his hips to the side. It freed up my mouth to moan. It was louder, more wanton than I'd ever been, and Nate murmured his pleasure at hearing it without giving up on making me come. He kept licking and kissing me, always so diligent about carrying me through the rise and fall of my orgasm, never leaving me unsatisfied.

And then, just when I thought he'd finally had enough, he kept going. I felt tears streaming down my face from the intensity of it, and I finally pulled his head away, crying out as I still twitched with aftershocks.

"No more," I gasped, my body practically buzzing. "Please, Nate. Christ, you've proven your point—you're really, really good at giving head."

He laughed, and he swiftly moved, turning away from my thighs to look at me. Keeping himself from temptation, maybe. I sat up to face him. There was an adorably innocent blush on his cheeks that filled my heart with sunshine. "Sorry, Carly. You just… you taste so fucking good."

"You, too," I half-whispered. Then I glanced down and locked eyes with his cock, almost painfully hard and still slick from my mouth, the tip leaking bits of precum. He was so close, and yet he hadn't let himself finish down my throat, focusing solely on my continued pleasure at the expense of his own. What a man. I met Nate's eyes again even as my hand snaked up to lightly grip the base of his cock. "What are we going to do about this?"

He hissed as I moved to cup his balls, massaging them gently in my hand. I was still gently, carefully playing with him as he answered, "Nothing, Carly. You might have had enough. We don't have to do anything else."

He was so sweet, so sincere, that I almost felt devastated. Did this mean he didn't want to cross that final line with me? Had he had enough of my body without burying himself in my heat, where his cock belonged? Even after finishing four times in a row, even though my body felt like jelly, I couldn't stand the idea of our night together being over. I still needed to feel Nate's pretty, perfect cock driving into me. I had to know what the piercing felt like against my G-spot. Hell, I was dying to have his hot seed dripping down my legs, condom be damned.

"I still want you so bad, Nate," I whispered. "Even after all of that, I… I want you inside me. Really inside me. Don't you want me, too?"

Instead of answering me with words, Nate moved to cup my face in his hand and slam his mouth over mine.

I kissed him back with every ounce of need and passion I had, trying to tell him, Please, more, I still need more, I need you. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and pulled him closer to me, not satisfied until I felt his hardness slot perfectly between my legs. He gently undulated his hips against me, letting his shaft be coated with my wetness but never putting himself at the entrance or pushing inside. That slow, slick friction was so sensual, I almost felt it could be enough, somehow. Just feeling his naked body intertwined with mine, our legs tangling together as he rocked his hips into me and let me taste myself all over his lips and tongue… it was almost the height of perfection.

But almost was never enough. I broke our kiss and pressed my forehead up to Nate's, looking him dead in the eyes.

"I need you to make love to me, Nate," I breathed. Slowly, I gripped his hardness again, stopping the rhythm his hips had been trying to maintain. "I think you need it, too."

He nodded slowly, took a shaky breath, and I guided him to my entrance. Together, my hand still possessively holding him at the base, Nate and I both pushed him into me.

The first moment I was full was always the best. My whole body sighed into the rightness, opened for him like a flower in the sun. Nate took a moment to relish this new feeling. I panted, anticipating what came next. Then he let out a low groan and started to move, and unlike the rest of our night, this was slow and intimate, laced with a sweetness that felt like true love.

"You're so tight," Nate breathed against my neck as he buried his face there. I nuzzled against the side of his head and whimpered as he thrust slowly in and out of me. His voice shook. "Perfect, Carly. God, you're spectacular."

The praise felt so Nate, so perfectly in line with his usual flirtation, but with an added layer of sincerity that gave me a rush of emotion. I was beyond words as we rode this wave together, his thrusts syncing up with the involuntary rocking of my hips, my attempts to get him deeper. He filled me so completely, body and soul, and I was lost in the warmth of our bodies.

Sex with Nate felt kismet, like we were old friends who had finally come together as the lovers they were meant to become. It lasted so much longer than I expected of him, too, to the point where my fifth and final orgasm snuck up on me. Of course he would be able to last long enough to make me come from penetration alone. He didn't even need to play with my clit again, he fucked me so thoroughly.

First, I felt like maybe I was about to burst into tears from the perfection of this whole night. An emotional release to match the physical ones I'd already had. But then my inner muscles began to pulse and throb in that familiar ecstasy, and when Nate adjusted his angle so that the metal at the head of his erection nudged my G-spot, that throbbing turned to the deep, intense clench of my whole body's pleasure breaking. Like the clear sky that appeared after a storm, I sighed Nate's name and clung to him, reaching for him with my mouth until he met me in the most magical, earth-shaking kiss.

Nate followed me over the edge, his breath coming rapidly, his hips jerking. I could feel the pulse of him spurting inside me, perfectly in sync with the clenching aftershocks I was still reeling from. I relished the immediate aftermath, our bodies still connected and coming down together. His arms embraced me in a cradle of warm comfort. The serenity of Nate's warm skin on top of mine, the sleepy satisfaction of all of that pleasure, and the whispered words we exchanged that I wouldn't remember tomorrow—it was almost too good to be true.

After some cleanup and some quiet chats about nothing and everything, a little bit of nervous laughing as we lived in the epilogue of what we'd just shared, I snuggled in for bed in Nate's arms, feeling perfectly safe and at home. Maybe, I thought as I drifted off, this is the start of a love story.