“Maybe I liked being watched,” he says as his hand disappears down the front of his open jeans. While I can’t see for sure, I assume he fists himself when his eyelids go heavy and his jaw tightens. “Or maybe I wasn’t as horny as I am right now. Either way, I’m ready for you to even this score.”
“Even the score by watching me…touch myself.”
“Get yourself off,” Nash corrects. “We’re not leaving until you come, so you better get busy if you want to make it to dinner.”
I don’t have to ask to know that he’s serious. And without a doubt, I’m certain that if I can climax thinking about Nash jerking off, then I can most likely do it while he’s watching me. Based on the back and forth movements of his forearm, he’s definitely chasing his own release, which is hot as hell.
Without further persuading needed, I reach under my dress and start tugging my red satin panties down my legs. When I toss them to the floor, Nash snatches them up with his left hand before they hit the carpet. He rubs the material between his thumb and finger with a grunt. Apparently, he likes the texture; because the next second, he’s whipping his cock out of his jeans and wrapping the satin around his shaft. That’s all it takes to get me dripping wet while my clit throbs relentlessly.
Even though I want this to happen more than anything, that doesn’t mean I can look Nash in the eye while doing something so…personal. Instead, I lay back on the bed with my heels propped up on the bed frame and then drag my palm leisurely up the inside of my thigh until I’m touching my smooth flesh. My fingertips start with a little rub of my clit, but apparently that’s not good enough for Nash.
“Let me see how wet you are,” he directs, wanting me to penetrate myself. So, I close my eyes and do it. After only a few, slow pumps of my fingers, I can hear how wet I am, so I know Nash can too. “That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself just like that,” he groans, tacking on the term of endearment that makes my core pulse even harder. The heel of my hand rubs my clit with each movement, so it doesn’t take long before my hips are bucking to get more pressure, growing closer and closer until I finally topple over the edge of ecstasy, riding the waves of pleasure that have never felt as good as they do with Nash watching.
Except he’s no longer just an observer. I feel his wet tongue swipe across my fingers and pussy before I even know he’s moved, causing my body to jackknife on the bed in surprise. My upper body pops up to see with my own eyes, unable to believe what’s happening. But sure enough, Nash is kneeling beside the bed with his face between my legs, his tongue invading me, eating me up like a starving man.
“Oh god!” I moan as my fingers grab onto the bedsheets to hold on because my body has a mind of its own, thrusting toward the source of pleasure with no shame. Nash’s big hands wrap around both of my thighs, squeezing them and holding them down while his mouth continues its fervent attack on my pussy until I’m trembling and coming on his tongue in wordless screams that seem to go on forever.
When the room eventually stops spinning and my senses return, Nash’s hands drop from my thighs. I can feel the vibration of his deep, throaty groans as he comes in his hand, or my panties, while his frantic tongue licks up every last drop from me.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Nash says with a sigh of relief when his mouth slows and his lips press soft kisses on my pussy and work their way to my inner thigh while his palms stroke up and down the tops of my legs.
“Ah, yeah, me too. Thanks,” I agree as I stare up at the ceiling, my body still limp and relaxed while my brain races to try and catch up to what the hell just happened. Oh shit. Did I just thank him?
Before I can even hide my face in shame, Nash is back on his feet, standing between my legs while, unfortunately, zipping up his jeans without me getting to feel him inside of me. “You ready to go eat?” he asks with a smirk as he reaches up to swipe the back of his hand over his still glistening lips, removing the evidence of his most recent meal.
“Uh-huh,” I agree when I prop myself up on my elbows and pull my knees together.
“Need a minute?” he guesses, walking over to toss my now balled up and soiled panties in the trash can.
“Yes, please,” I reply as my face reddens to sunburn levels. Why did he jerkoff rather than just fuck me? It has to be obvious that I would’ve let him since I was spread wide in front of him. He could’ve done anything he wanted; and while I loved his mouth, I’m left wanting more.
“I’ll wait for you in the hallway,” Nash tells me before he goes over and grabs his cut from the arm of the chair. He stands there holding it in his hands, staring down at it for a few seconds before turning to me again. “Guess I should leave my cut here,” he says, a statement not a question.
“What? Why?” I ask, finally able to sit all the way up with my legs hanging over the edge of the mattress, pushing aside the slight sting of rejection.
“Your whole family will be at dinner. Ellie always hated it when I wore it out to dinner.”
“Then that’s even more reason to wear it,” I tell him.
“Are you sure? You don’t mind?” he asks, his amber eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them when he turns to look at me.
“Why would I mind? The MC is a part of who you are. I’ve always known that. Wear it,” I encourage him. Everything I said is true, not to mention he looks damn good in it.
“Okay, I’ll wear it,” he says with a grin before he slips his arms through the black leather cut and walks out of the room.
After he leaves, I flop back on the bed for a moment to bathe in the happy pheromones a few more seconds before Nash and I have to go face the past…and my parents.
Chapter Twenty
Nash
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As I pace quietly on the carpet in the hallway outside our hotel room, I try to figure out what the hell I was thinking.
This weekend with Lucy, I was supposed to keep my hands to myself and my needs in check.
But seeing how sexy she looked in that red dress, I couldn’t take it another second.
At least I didn’t fuck her, even though I wanted to.
God, I wanted to thrust inside of her tight, dripping wet pussy more than anything, but I settled for just tasting her while getting myself off.
Her sweetness is still right there on my lips, and her scent is still lingering in my facial hair. I’ll be damned if I wash it away any time soon.
I came so fucking hard in her panties that it’s a wonder I didn’t lose the ability to walk. Now that I’m no longer thinking with my dick, I’ll be able to handle the rest of the night, seeing my ex-wife all lovey-dovey with her soon-to-be husband and baby daddy.
Now that I’ve had time to adjust to everything, I’m just glad we never had kids together, or she probably would’ve up and left them with me to take care of on my own.
It’s really not fair that Ellie gets to have kids, but Lucy can’t. Between the two of them, I know Lucy would make a caring, loving mother, while Ellie will use her baby as an accessory, flaunting it when and where it suits her social life.
If anything, at least this weekend has not only provided me with much needed closure, but it’s nice to remember all the shit I hated about Ellie. Somehow, in my messed up, abandoned mind, I had forgotten how superficial she’s always been. Why did I ever think I loved her?