Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(58)
Spencer and Haven didn’t want traditional bachelor and bachelorette parties. They wanted to have fun together with their friends and just be themselves. Hence why all the guys, besides Nate, are dressed in stripper clothes and getting ready to do our things for the ladies and Nate. We’ve been rehearsing for the past couple of weeks, which has been a challenge considering the amount of time I’ve been spending with Nate.
My eyes are trained on Nate who’s sitting on a chair, looking both turned on and uncomfortable, not knowing what to expect. His legs are slightly spread, and it looks like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They can soon be all over me, baby. I smirk as I slowly swagger toward him.
The pants I’m wearing are hanging low on my hips, revealing the black band of my underwear. The guys and I do the couple of moves we rehearsed, kinda like in Magic Mike. That was our inspiration for the idea, not gonna lie, but it’s all in good fun.
After a few moves, I straddle Nate’s lap and start gyrating my hips in slow motions, making eye contact with him. Everything around us just blurs into nothingness. There’s only Nate and me at this moment.
Our eyes never break contact, no matter what move I do. His hands caress down my back, grabbing my ass as he helps me grind and ride him. If the others weren’t in the room, I’m sure we’d be doing this naked.
Stepping away from him, I rip the stripper pants off, revealing just the tight black thong I’m wearing. We went as far as wearing thongs, and I’m not fond of the feeling. I can’t wait to get rid of it later.
Turning my back to Nate, I grind my ass on his dick, feeling him get hard straightaway. Neither of us caring that the others are here. I lean back, and he caresses down my chest and my stomach to grab my dick through the thin material of the thong. I grind into his hand, unable to stop the moan of pleasure and lust from escaping my mouth.
I stand back up and straddle him facing him one last time before our little number is over.
“You better use those moves later on me, baby,” Nate whispers against my lips.
“You can count on it.” I smirk and kiss him deeply as I grind my hips into him to the beat of the music.
“It feels like watching live porn, I love it!” Haven exclaims, making all of us laugh.
“Not for me, it’s my brother,” Brody says, disturbed, as he’s getting a lap dance from Madeline who seems to be enjoying herself much to Nate’s despair, but he doesn’t make any comment about it.
“Got a bit carried away.” I smile apologetically.
“A bit? You two were proper going at it,” Brody exclaims amused.
“Our dicks are still covered, so it doesn’t count.”
“I give up trying to argue with you,” he says chuckling.
“Matt wins again.” I smirk and kiss Nate hard before getting up and getting into some sweatpants. Thongs are really not my thing.
Today’s events have rendered me a horny mess. Since the Magic Mike stunt, I’ve been in a constant state of being hard, and it’s slowly becoming painful. I can’t wait to have my way with Nate.
He went back to the room earlier than me as I had to answer a phone call from work, and I wasn’t sure if I’d lose service once we got in the elevator. It seems to be hit and miss here, so I stayed behind and told him to go up that I’d be there in a minute.
That was half an hour ago. I’m finally done with the phone call and on my way to see my man, impatient and hard as ever to join him and have wild passionate sex.
Finally reaching our level, I get out of the elevator and walk to our room. I slip the key in the slot and walk in quietly just in case Nate fell asleep. We’ve all done so much partying that we’re all tired, but it’s so worth it.
The scene unfolding in front of me is something made out of the sweetest dreams you could ever imagine.
Nate is naked in our bed, and he’s lazily stroking his hard cock. He turns his head toward me and smirks as he keeps going. I’m transfixed and can’t move. The movements of his strokes are hypnotizing, and I can’t keep my eyes away from it. My boxers are getting tighter, and it’s becoming all too painful. I do something I’ve never done but always wanted to try. I make my way across the room and sit on the couch that’s facing the bed and take my boxers and sweatpants off as Nate props himself against pillows. He knows what I want without saying a single thing.
Nate resumes his strokes, and I join him, stroking my painfully hard cock at the same pace as he does. Our moans are the only noises filling the room. We don’t need to talk. No words are needed in a situation like this one.
Spreading my legs, I reach down to play with my balls as I keep stroking. My hips thrust up on their own due to the intensity of the pleasure and the state of horniness I’m in.
Watching Nate get himself closer to his release is almost as good as being the one to bring him to that point. Teasing each other without touching is something everybody should experience.
We increase the pace of our strokes at the same time. We’re in sync. It’s like we make one and we’re not even touching one another.
Our ragged breaths are louder and so are our moans. We’re both really close, and it doesn’t take us very long to come moaning each other’s name as we empty ourselves over our stomachs.
I’m totally spent and can finally breathe and relax now that my balls are empty. While I wanted to have wild passionate sex, I feel like this is as good as having sex could have been. It was so much more intimate even without touching. We saw each other at our most vulnerable, and I loved it.