Down Too Deep (Dirty Deeds, #4)(71)

I gasped and dropped my head, fingers curling into the mattress.

Nathan wasn’t even licking my pussy yet. He kept his tongue on my thong. He wet it further, though I knew it was already soaked. He pulled the string away from my body and sucked my arousal off it.

“God.” My arms shook. “You’re so dirty.”

I felt him smile against my ass.

“Ready?” His breath tickled my body as he held the string aside now.

I pushed back and wordlessly begged for this. I wasn’t sure I knew how to speak anymore.

Nathan started slow, licking thoroughly between my lips, sucking on them. His fingers dug into my ass. He dragged his tongue all over me, pressing it flat against my clit, circling my pussy. He spread my cheeks and licked me higher.

“Oh my God.” My arms stretched out. I turned my head and pressed my face into the mattress. I couldn’t believe how good that felt.

Nathan groaned, licked down to my pussy again, and fucked me with his tongue. He slid my thong down to my thighs. He bit my ass, and then he was gone.

“What…?” I peered over my shoulder and watched Nathan lower to the floor.

He removed my thong, wiggling it underneath my knees. Then he sat with his back against the mattress and dropped his head between my legs. He stared up at my body. He slid his hand around my waist and urged me down.

“Come on,” he said.

I’d never done this before—Nathan wanted me to grind myself on his face. Or maybe he just wanted me to sit on it and he would take care of everything. Inexperience aside, I was good with either of those options.

I pushed up so my weight was fully on my knees, spread them a little more, and slowly sank down.

“Holy shit.” I gasped when I felt his mouth there. I looked down my body. Nathan was already watching me. He winked. God…I felt my heart skip. “You kill me, you know that?”

He gave me a long, slow lick in answer.

I fisted his hair and began to move with him. I chased after his tongue.

We did this together.

He licked and sucked. I circled my hips and humped his face. At one point, I thought I was smothering him and lifted away from his mouth, but Nathan followed me, head jerking off the mattress so he could bury his face between my legs again. I gasped and gripped handfuls of his hair. He pulled me down and held me in place with his strong arm across my thighs, his other hand guiding mine to cup and squeeze my breast. He ate at me roughly then.

I took his cue and played with myself while he tongue-fucked me. My legs felt lifeless. I couldn’t catch my breath. I pinched and tugged on my nipples as he took me there, and when I came, I dripped onto his face.

Nathan went wild for it. He moaned loudly as he lapped at me. I could feel my arousal running down my thighs.

“Not fair,” I gasped, falling sideways onto the bed when my orgasm moved through me. I panted against the mattress. “You wouldn’t let me make you come…and you…That’s so not fair.” I rolled onto my back, watching Nathan stretch to his feet.

“You made me come,” he said, turning to face me. He peered down at his chest and abs. They glistened with his arousal. “I didn’t even touch myself. Jesus Christ.”

My mouth dropped open. I pushed up to my hands and watched Nathan grab a few tissues from the nightstand and wipe himself off. “You came just from…You didn’t touch yourself at all?”

Whoa. Really?

“Nope.” He chuckled and shook his head, balling up the tissue and tossing it into the wastebasket against the wall. “I mean, I was close from the blow job, but shit.” He smiled at me.

I beamed. Best compliment ever. “That good, huh?”

“Mm.” Nathan nodded and wiped at his mouth. Then he pushed his shorts and boxers down, stepping out of them, and dug through his pocket, pulling out his wallet and thumbing through it. “Probably for the best though. I most likely would’ve embarrassed myself sinking inside you the first time. You know how long it’s been for me.”

“And you know how long it’s been for me,” I countered. Our eyes met. “There wouldn’t be any reason to be embarrassed. I’ll probably come again as soon as you push in.”

“That would be awesome. Please do that.”

I dropped my head back, laughing. “God, you make me feel…” When I looked at Nathan again, I bit my lip and shook my head. Could I admit this?

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I sat up fully and drew my knees against my chest. “I’m not old—I’m only twenty-seven—but you make me feel like I’m fifteen or something. Like I’ve never done anything before this. I’m so excited right now. You should feel my heart.”

“You should feel mine.”

I huffed out a breath, holding his gaze until he broke it to dig a condom out of his wallet. Then I turned my head. I watched myself in the tall mirror on the wall across the room. I expected to look different.

I was falling in love for the first time. I shouldn’t recognize myself.





Chapter Eighteen





NATHAN




I knew exactly what Jenna meant, because I felt the same way.

I wasn’t inexperienced. I’d been with Sadie for nine years and plenty of women before that. Most weren’t memorable in any way, which wasn’t an insult to them. I just fucked around a lot growing up. I was practiced at foreplay. I knew how this should feel.