Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,200

spat. “Fuck. Oh, you look so fucking good. Jesus. Suck me. Touch me. Hannah, please, I need you—”

She couldn’t let him finish that sentence, just in case that was the sentence. “Hannah, please, I need you.” So she sucked hard, taking his cock as deep as she could, cutting off his words and drinking in his ragged moans. He felt so thick, so hard and impossibly long, filling her mouth. When he grabbed her hair, she whimpered, the sound muffled. When he hit the back of her throat, she held him there, even though she couldn’t swallow. After a few seconds she had to release him, gasping for air. His cock gleamed, all wet from her mouth, and the sight was hotter than it should’ve been.

So she did it again. And again. And again.

“Oh, fuck, like that,” he growled, his face twisted with something that might have been agony or ecstasy or both. “Perfect. So perfect.”

Without warning, the heavens opened. She’d forgotten about the storm altogether, but she couldn’t forget it now. Cool rain drenched her dishevelled clothes and dripped over Nate’s naked body, the scent of his skin mixing with the scent of fresh, wet grass.

Still, she sucked him hard. Hard enough that he hissed out a breath and wound his fingers through her hair and moaned, “Your mouth, Jesus, baby—you’re gonna make me come.”

And, since that was the whole idea, she kept going. Kept going as the rain poured down her hollowed cheeks. Kept going until his hips, which he tried to keep still, jerked as if he couldn’t control them. Kept going until he choked out her name and thrust into her mouth and spilled hot come down her throat.

He sat there, panting and apparently dazed, while she caught her breath. Her lipstick was smudged all over his cock. And, she finally noticed, his face. She should probably be worried about the state of her own face, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when the taste of him was still sharp on her tongue and her clit was throbbing between her thighs.

Nate let out a heavy breath. “Get over here.” Before she could move, though, he caught her wrist and pulled her into his lap. And then, one arm around her waist, the other gently cupping her face, he kissed her. Naked, under icy rain and hot sun, his hardness beginning to soften against her thigh, he kissed her. She should probably be horrified by this entire situation. She’d never felt better in her life.

Except for the heavy weight of her own arousal, which really ought to have calmed down by now. She’d had him, hadn’t she? Quite thoroughly. Far more thoroughly than she’d ever dared to imagine.

He broke the kiss and groaned. “Fuck. Why do I feel like I could do that again?” He studied her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving chest and tight nipples. “You want to do that again.”

“I thought we—”

“Now. If we do it now, it’s still just once.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” He smiled slightly as he pulled up her skirt, shoving fistfuls of damp fabric out his way. “And you want to. Don’t you?”

What she wanted was to lie—but she couldn’t. The only thing escaping Hannah’s lips were these embarrassing, gasping little whimpers. They got even worse when he pushed her skirt up around her waist and touched her. His hand delved between her thighs, and then his fingers nudged her aching clit, and she moaned.

But maybe he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he didn’t hear.

He touched her again, firmer now, massaging the stiff nub. He had definitely heard. He watched her with that infuriating smile—how could a smile, just a smile, be sexy? But it was. Even sexier when he said, his voice low, “Fuck, you’re wet. You like my come in your mouth?”

Well, no point denying it. “Yes.”

He shifted so that the heel of his hand rubbed her clit, the pressure just as perfect, while his fingers eased into her pussy. Hannah writhed in his lap, even as she gasped out, “You don’t—you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he insisted, his voice fierce. “Let’s clear that up right now. I want to touch you. I want to put that look in your eyes. I want every single one of your moans. I could do this forever and still enjoy it. I’m not expecting you to come—I’m not expecting anything from you, so don’t even think about that. I just want you to take it, and tell me you want