streaked across my vision. I got out a shriek at the reckless fool leaping across balconies when he grabbed my wrist and snapped me to his chest. The next thing I knew I was bent over my seat. I clutched the rails to catch myself, breath hitching as my skirt clasp came free.
“Did you miss the part where you’re doing this solo?”
“So are you,” he came back. “You don’t get something for nothing in this life, Adler. A guy needs the proper stimulation to perform.”
Warm air smacked my bare bottom. Nathan ripped my skirt and thong off in one swift move.
“Like I’d finger myself for you! Lying, cheating, sack of shit!”
He licked me from pussy to ass. My scream caught on a hoarse moan.
“Do whatever you want.” Nathan spun and dropped me on the seat.
My chest heaved, bursting out of my shirt. He helped out by ripping it clean off my body.
I smacked him across the face.
“Starting this off right, baby,” he said, chuckling. He shoved his boxers to his ankles—amid the tatters of my favorite T-shirt.
“Socks,” I barked.
“Forgot you had a thing about that.” He bent to peel off the remains of his clothing. Finally whole and naked for me.
Nathan threw the last one over his shoulder and gripped my calves. I bit my lip hard as he spread my legs, draping them over the arms.
“I won’t give you the satisfaction.” Nathan pressed me in, the hairs on his arm tickling my temple as he grabbed the top rail. “For once, you’re giving me everything, Nathan. And getting nothing in return.”
I tasted his smirk on the breath teasing my lips. “Whatever you say.”
Nathan pulled back without releasing his hold on the chair. We locked eyes as he gripped his length. I saw him moving in my periphery, but didn’t look. Not yet.
Holding my breath, I pushed one strap off my shoulder, leading his attention down. The other followed and my bra joined my clothes on the floor. The challenge leaked from his expression.
“Shit, Belle.” It sounded like the words were ripped out of him. “You’re so beautiful.”
Now, I looked.
Nathan stroked from base to tip in slow, languid movements. Precum gathered on his crown, and my tongue darted out seeking a taste like it had so many times before.
Soft, guttural grunts filled the air, slipping into my ear and traveling the long journey to my core. My lower belly ignited in flames, heating the lifetime lock keeping out Nathan Prince. It melted with the shreds of my resolve.
My knuckles whitened clamping on the chair. Refusing to touch him or myself seemed like a good idea at the time. But all I kept thinking was a few feet down and a few inches forward, and he’d be inside of me.
“Don’t make me beg, Belle.” What Nathan was thinking was all over his face.
His accusations about Carter rang loud in my head. “Faster,” I ordered.
He complied, jerking and roughing his cock until my lower belly tightened to the point of no return. I arched my back, ass coming off the seat, and—
Nathan exploded. Hot spurts covered my face and chin, pulling a gasp out of me. I just blinked at him—too stunned at his cum running between my breasts to think.
He ran a track through his gift, smearing it on my mouth. “Your plan to keep me from enjoying this is backfiring, B. ’Cause I’m liking this immensely.”
My response was to hook my legs around his neck and force him down. “You interrupted. Finish the job.”
“With pleasure.”
Nathan secured me under the legs, lifting me free of the chair, and descended like a starving man does a plate of biscuits. My head fell back, moans flowing free. I could say a lot about the time Nathan and I were together, but none of it would be against the sex. We had that down.
He rolled my clit around his tongue, playing with me till I thought I would scream.
“N-Nathan, do it.”
He felt around, landed on my hand, and peeled it off the seat. It was sunk into his curls and I hung on tight, pulling him closer as I moved against him, using his lips, tongue, and face as my playthings.
“Do it!” I cried.
Two fingers pushed past my folds, filling me to the depths, and then scissoring open for Nathan to dart inside. Nathan Prince looking me in the eyes as he tongue-fucked me was tied with Preston and Mirror Belle’s adventures for the most erotic events in the history of human sexuality.
I was