Page 36 of Wild Fire

Another growl escapes me as I shake my head, my body tensing as I fight like hell not to give in.

It shouldn’t be this hard, really, it shouldn’t. I have more control than this!

“No,” I grit out. “I don’t—”

I can barely breathe. I’m so hard it hurts.

“Want to come… in… my… pants,” I force out. But I won’t lie, the thought of coming in my pants like this makes me want to come in my fucking pants so fucking bad.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is not what I do, it’s not—

I feel his thumb flick the zipper on my jeans, but he doesn’t unzip me. He slowly strokes me over my jeans, his mouth finding mine once more. His touch isn’t curious or sweet, or even innocent like I am used to. It’s… torturous. Tempting. Nate touches me like he knows what I want, what I need, even though that’s impossible because I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.

“Yes,” I admit, even though I am ashamed as hell by how close I actually am, because of him, at how difficult it is to resist the urge to come.

Nate’s free hand finds mine and he presses my palm over his hardness, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer. What if someone catches us? What if Lacey sees us? Oh my God…

I groan as precum blooms at my cockhead and my balls draw tight. I hiss because the pain is unlike anything I’ve felt in years, but it’s also a different sort of pain than I’ve ever felt, period.

“Nate—” My breath catches and starts to come in rapidly. My head is a mess because it’s too much. His cock throbbing in my hand, his hand stroking me slowly over my jeans, his hot breath on my skin, his heavy panting.

“Fuck,” I whine, unable to control the orgasm that hits me.

And it hits me hard. My entire body wants to collapse as warm, sticky ropes of cum fill my tight briefs like a tidal wave. I can’t stop.

Oh my God, I can’t stop…

“Oh, fuck…” I whine again, breathing heavily against Nate’s shoulder, the wetness spreading along the inside of my thighs.

I can’t stop coming. It’s too much. But I don’t want to stop either because it feels so good. But there’s also a sense of ache because I can only imagine filling Nate’s hole with this much cum. The thought makes another rush explode out of my still-hard, pulsing cock, and I feel equal parts ashamed and aroused by that image—Nate on his hands and knees, hole pulsing and clenching me as I fuck every drop of cum back inside him and fill him some more.

Fuck!

“AJ…” Nate’s voice shakes ,and I feel the moment he detonates against me, my palm getting wet and warm.

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking fuck!

Shame and guilt ransack me along with the most blissful feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. I groan against him, closing my eyes as I try to ground myself.

Deep breaths, AJ. Deep breaths….

I take a deep breath and count to four. Let it out, count to six.

Nate’s body relaxes beneath mine, and his voice softens.

“AJ?”

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe, I—

I grab Nate by the hips, my fingernails digging into his skin, and then I feel his hand on my neck, his fingers sliding into my hair. It’s like the world stops. I relax almost instantly as he runs his fingers through my hair.

“Are you okay?”

No.