Page 103 of With the Assist

I glare down at him, hips raising to seek him out. My body knows how much pleasure he could give me if he’d only lean back in.

Instead, he gently blows across my clit, teasing me mercilessly. “Say it again.”

Wesley Miller, the one in control, would argue. She’d be annoyed and frustrated by his teasing. Whoever the hell I am right now doesn’t think twice, caving to his request desperately.

“Nathan, please.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own; it’s breathy and shaky.

“Please what?”

He blows again.

“Please make me come.”

“That’s my good girl.” He traces me with his tongue, slowly. “I’ll make sure you come, Wes. Just let me enjoy myself a little first.”

Nathan calling me his girl sets off alarm bells, but they disappear entirely when he sucks my clit into his mouth again, bringing me dangerously close to the edge. He slides not one, but two fingers into me, and I’m half delirious chasing the orgasm that feels just out of reach.

My hands find the way to the back of his head, tangling in his hair while he takes his time tasting me.

“You take my fingers even better than I remember, baby.” His voice is gravelly as he watches his fingers move in and out of me. “I can’t wait to see you take every inch of my cock.”

He places a sloppy kiss against my thigh, then dives back in, tongue flicking across me at the right time. I cry out his name as the orgasm crests, my body tightening around his fingers in pulsing waves that steal the air from my lungs.

He slows his pace, working me through it, until I’ve experienced every ounce of pleasure. Then, he sits up and slides away from me. The cold air chills me instantly without his body heat against me.

It’s not enough. I need more. I’m entirely too close to begging for it when I realize what he’s doing.

Thank god he’s on the same page. At the edge of the bed, he slowly slides his pants and boxers down while keeping his eyes on me. His cock springs free, and my pussy clenches with anticipation.He’s bigger than the toys that I’ve considered good enough for years. Hell, he’s bigger than the guys before that, too.

Nerves skitter across my skin. He might know exactly what he’s doing, but it’s been so long for me. He plays in sold-out arenas. Women with perfect hair and curated lives probably throw themselves at him every day. And here he is, in my too-small bedroom, wanting me.

His eyes soften as if reading the anxiety on my face. Climbing back onto the bed, he turns onto his side to face me.

“Where’d you go just now?” His fingers trace my arm as if unable to resist having physical contact with me.

“Nowhere.”

“I’m not going to fuck you when you’re lying to me.” He smirks when my cheeks flush. “So, do us both a favor and stop lying because I really, really want to fuck you tonight.”

“I just,” I trail off, the blush on my cheeks turning a darker shade of red. “It’s been a while. And I know it hasn’t been for you. Which is totally fine. But you’re also really big.” I look away. “I’m not sure.”

“Look at me, baby,” He holds my chin between his pointer finger and thumb, raising my face until I’m eye level with him. “If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. There’s no expectation here.”

I cringe, hating everything about that option.

“But, if you’re nervous because you think it won’t be good for me. Or you. Then I need you to trust me. I haven’t wanted anyone like I want you. It’s going to be good for me.”

He raises his eyebrows, flashing his arrogant smile. “And if you’re worried about my size. I’ve already felt how wet you are. You’re going to take me so fucking perfectly.”

My thighs clench together. Nathan might not be the playboy that the tabloids paint him out to be, but he has the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard. It is unbelievably hot.

I lean forward, giving him a quick kiss as my answer. “Condom?”

He holds one up in his hand that he must’ve gotten before ever climbing up here to talk me out of my head. “Wishful thinking.”

I laugh, but it’s cut off by a kiss that’s messy and urgent. The kind of heat that doesn’t linger in the head but burns straight through the body. The condom package crinkles as he tears it open, his hands sliding it onto his length. I’m too lost in his mouth on my neck to focus on it.

“Ready?” His breath is hot on my ear.