SECRETS & LIES 7 (Secrets & Lies #7) - H.M. Ward Page 0,10
and pull him down hard. His dick slips down my throat, and I inhale sharply to make sure I don’t gag. Nate groans, saying all sorts of things to me that make me do it again, and again. I take him all the way in, deeper, sucking and licking him until he’s so frenzied that he holds my face between his palms. He fucks my face, forcing his dick down my throat. The first time he does it, he freezes and tries to pull away, but I hold onto him, moaning and sucking harder. Once he knows I’m all right, he keeps going, thrusting his beautiful dick into my mouth, over my lips, and down my throat. I suck him until he’s so hard I can’t stand it. Thinking about what I’m doing to him, and hearing how much he wants me, makes me so wet. My core is throbbing, demanding to be touched but there’s no relief. I said I wanted to taste him, and I meant it. I perfect my moves until he pulses. I feel it, and suddenly my mouth is filled with his hot, sweet taste. I swallow, gently sucking as he comes, feeling it drip down my throat and lapping it up like I can’t get enough.
When he’s done, he pulls out and staggers backward, falling into his chair. His face flushes, and his eyes say everything. “Holy fuck, Kerry! When did you learn to do that?”
“Now, with you and only you.” I roll onto my stomach, pull up my ankles behind me, and bat my eyelashes at him.
“You’re perfect, fucking perfect.” He inhales deeply and stands up before kissing me softly. I roll to my side, and then onto my back when his face remains so close to mine. My knees fall apart, and Nate dips his hand in-between, feeling me, pressing inside. He mouths, “Oh my god,” and looks down at me.
I smile up at him. “That was really hot.”
“Coming in your mouth made you this wet?”
I nod and tug at his waist. “Can it be my turn again?”
Nate climbs on top of the desk and pins me down. With his hands on my wrists, he dips his face to mine, sweeping his lips across mine. “Fuck, yeah. It can be your turn for the rest of the night.”
CHAPTER 6
By the time I leave Nate’s office, we manage to fuck on the desk, the floor, the chair, and against the bookcase. There’s nowhere he can look in there and not think about me. That wasn’t my intention, but it makes me smile when I wake up the next morning. The sun fills the room, and I have my arm draped over my face.
Chelsey is curling her hair in front of the mirror. “You were out late.” She says it flatly. Things have been weird since I hog-tied her then saved her ass. She’s not mean, but it’s like she doesn’t know how to be nice. She’s curt and sounds annoyed.
“So.”
“New boyfriend?”
“No.”
“That’s too bad. That other one was a jerk. I can’t believe he did that to you. I’m sorry, by the way—about inviting him here. I shouldn’t have.” She sets down the curling iron and looks over at me, her makeup fully applied. She’s a beautiful woman when she's not being bitchy.
“Thanks.” It means a lot that she’s apologizing.
“You deserve someone great. You really do. I’m not just saying that.”
“I know, Chelsey.” I sit up and stretch. I’m wearing a t-shirt and track shorts from the PE department.
She smiles cautiously at me, then points to my closet. “I wanted to talk to you last night, but you weren’t here, so I just went ahead and did it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look in your closet.” She gets up and gathers her books. “I have to run. It’s an I’m-sorry-gift. You can’t say no.” She’s out the door before I can get across the room.
When I pull open the doors to my wardrobe, it’s filled with clothes. I lift out a designer sundress, tags still on. It’s my size, in my favorite color. I shift through the hangers and notice that these are all things I would wear, in styles I like, made of fabric I adore. Chelsey didn’t haphazardly throw this together. She must have looked at my Pinterest page and pulled ideas before she went shopping. There’s easily five grand worth of clothing here, plus shoes.
I pull open a dresser drawer and find bras and panties—matching sets. Some are highly functional while others