Page 33 of Slapshot Obsession
It’s a firm kiss. The contrast between the pressure he’s applying on my flesh and the softness of his lips makes me pulse as pleasure spreads to all my nerve endings.
I can feel myself getting more wet and I’d feel embarrassed if Nash didn’t literally drink me in.
“Hmm.” He sucks on my clit, causing another wave of pleasure, and flicks his tongue over it just when it was starting to get too intense.
He repeats the same pattern; sucking and licking over and over, and I lose myself in the exquisite feeling of his mouth.
The way he’s looking at me makes me feel as if he could see every part of my soul through my eyes.
I’m standing on the edge of a precipice, wet, warm, and needy, and about to shatter into a million pieces when the washer machine begins vibrating faster.
“Oh God.” The orgasm that washes over me is unavoidable and powerful. My fingers tangle with Nash’s hair as I push his face closer to my center, riding each wave until it’s too much.
I didn’t realize how tight I have been wound lately, and the ferocity of my release takes me by surprise.
“You’re so fucking delicious.” Nash stands up, leaning over me. “Taste it for yourself, trouble.” He grabs my chin and kisses my mouth the same way he was kissing my pussy a few seconds ago. It’s sloppy, messy and… hot.
Even though my body is still shaking with tiny aftershocks of pleasure, I want more. I want to feel his body against mine. I want to feel like there’s still hope that things might work out between us.
My hands find the waistband of his sweatpants and I pull them down. When his cock springs free, his hard, heavy shaft hits my oversensitive skin right where he has been kissing and sucking.
My inner muscles spasm with need, and I beg him again. “Nash.” At this point, I don’t know where we stand, but I’ll worry about it later. After he gives me what I need more than I need air.
“I could lose everything because of you, Trouble. And you know what? Right now I can’t bring myself to care. I want you too much to worry about the million reasons why this is a terrible idea.”
“Fuck me, Nash.” It’s something in between a command and a prayer.
He closes his fingers around the base of his erection, lining himself with my entrance, but stops just shy of entering me.
“Fuck. We can’t. I was just out for a walk; I didn’t bring any protection.”
Maybe this is a sign from the universe that we aren’t meant to be. Maybe my lucky star is trying to keep me safe. But I want him too much. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean too. Are you sure this is ok?”
I nod, offering him my lips to kiss.
If he knew I did this with Colsen and Tucker too, would he still want me? Or would he look at me the same way he did on Tucker’s birthday?
I have no time to dwell on it because Nash presses against me, sinking into me easily.
“Lean back.” He covers my body with his and holds my wrists together above my head, like he did earlier. The contact with the metal of the washer machine makes me shiver, but I don’t care.
“This,” he bites out, surging inside me until there’s no more space between our bodies. “I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect.”
Nash pumps his hips in sync with the washer machine that’s still vibrating under us and I lose control.
Pleasure bursts through me, taking me by surprise. I’m powerless as bliss washes over me. Everything feels so good it’s almost unbearable. My back arches as I strain against his hold on my wrists. I wish I could wrap my arms around his neck, but Nash doesn’t budge.
He fills me with every thrust, and even the feeling of his ripped chest rubbing against my hardened nipples adds to the pleasure that’s coursing through me.
“Fuck, Trouble.” Nash’s face hides in the crook of my neck as he stills. “I can’t hold back. You feel too good.”
He pulses inside me and his warmth fills me. I love it and hate it at the same time. Right now Nash and I are as close as two people can get, but it’s just physical. I’m under no illusion that the explosive chemistry between us is going to change his priorities or the way he feels about me. It surely doesn’t change the million questions that have been running through my head all night.
Does Nash have anything to do with those messages? If he did, would he be here with me right now? Maybe.
Maybe being with me now is another way to mess with me, to keep me guessing; to toy with me until he eventually destroys me.
