Down Too Deep (Dirty Deeds, #4)(50)

I popped the button. He pulled down the zipper. I lifted my hips. He yanked the shorts down my legs.

“Teamwork,” I said. I smiled when he smiled and slid my fingers underneath the ties at my hips.

“Leave that on for a minute.” He sank back over me, bracing his weight on his elbows and dipping lower.

“Sure.” I licked along his tongue.

Again, I was good with doing this for hours. He wanted a minute? No problem.

I rubbed my hands over his sides and back as we kissed. I gripped onto muscle. His skin was smooth and warm from the sun. When Nathan rocked his hips forward and pressed the head of his dick against me, I gasped and dug my nails into his skin. “God, yes.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded fast, dropping my knees wider and gripping his trim waist. I drew him in.

Nathan peered down at me and moved, another surge between my legs. This one working into a glide and ending with a heavy press to my clit. His mouth dropped open through a moan.

I felt close to coming straight off the bed. I could feel everything. Everything.

His basketball shorts hugged the line of his thick dick. And my bathing suit did absolutely nothing in terms of being a barrier. If anything, our bottoms made the glide smoother.

“I haven’t done this in years,” he said, kissing my jaw, my neck. He pumped his hips.

I grasped at his body, moaning. “Me either.”

Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I dry humped. And even though I knew incredible things existed beyond this, I began to wonder how it was possible to top what we were doing.

What was better than grinding one out? Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t stop now if I tried.

“This feels so good,” I panted. I spread my legs wider and clutched his ass through his shorts.

Nathan dipped closer. Our foreheads touched, our bodies building into a rhythm. He pushed down and up. I rode his glide, tipping my pelvis to meet him. His hand wiggled between us and squeezed my breast. We both moaned. My fingers slid to his mouth, and I whimpered when he sucked on the tips.

“Kiss me,” I begged, grabbing him. I gripped handfuls of his hair.

Nathan crashed our mouths together, his hand staying between us. He slid the triangle aside and rolled my nipple to a stiff peak.

“Oh God,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“This?” he asked, his thumb teasing me.

“Everything. I’m close.”

He kept torturing my nipple as his hips pistoned relentlessly. Soon his pace grew desperate.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Ah…holy shit.” He harshly grabbed my breast.

I loved how unrestrained he became. I felt just as frantic.

This chase…I’d never experienced anything like it.

“I’m gonna come,” he said. His body shook. His dick throbbed between my legs.

Oh my God, him saying that…I fell over the edge.

Fingers digging into his ass, I closed my eyes as my orgasm took hold. “Nathan,” I groaned. “Oh God…”

He rode it out with me. He kept moving, grinding wildly against my clit. He moaned through it and begged my name. “Jenna.”

And the noises leaving him…Jesus. Words spilled out of me. I couldn’t help them.

“You’re so sexy,” I panted, my body still shuddering. “I’m so into you, you have no idea.”

Nathan slowed the rock of his hips, watching me, his expression wrecked. Sweat beaded on his brow. “Come here,” he said, bending to take my mouth. “Fuck, this is so good.”

“Yeah.” I melted inside our kiss.

My body went slack against the sheet as I came down, gathering my breath…only to lose it again when Nathan hunched over and tongued my nipple.

“Oh,” I gasped, pushing my fingers through his messy hair. He sucked my flesh like a man starved. “God…”

I’d been expecting an intermission. Maybe a cuddle break. Honestly, I’d been hoping for one, only because I knew how amazing Nathan’s arms felt around me and I’d been dying to feel them again.

But when he slid his hand into my bathing suit bottoms and pressed his finger against my sex, I quit wishing for anything besides more.

“Please…please.” I reached down and tore my suit off. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. I guided his face to mine and kissed the word “yeah” as it left his mouth.

Nathan pushed back and over, kneeling beside my hip. He bent over me, two fingers inside now, and worked me over with his lips and tongue.

My hands flew to his head as it pressed between my legs. I both held him to me and attempted to push him off.

“Nathan.” I gasped, writhing on the sheets. “N-N…Please, I—” I fumbled for words. I didn’t know what to beg for.

Sex? More of his mouth and fingers? This was so good. I couldn’t decide.

“I know. I had to,” Nathan whispered against my clit. He pressed his lips there once more, sucking gently. Then he eased away and slid off the bed.

I untied my top and pulled it off, dropping it beside me. Then I pressed my palms to my chest and felt the steady beat of my heart. “Wow,” I whispered, turning my head on the pillow. My eyes widened at Nathan’s bare ass.

Wow is right. He had muscle there too? Damn.

Nathan finished cleaning himself off with his T-shirt and tossed the garment across the room at the hamper in the corner. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and dug through the drawer in his nightstand. The muscles in his back flexed.