Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street, #3)

I groaned at the fullness but despite the pleasure, it wasn’t enough. ‘Not … I want your cock. I want your cock inside me. And I want it deep. So deep, Nate.’

 

 

He crushed my mouth beneath his, his kiss as uncontrolled as his movements as he pushed my pants down until they fell to the floor. We broke apart just long enough for me to toe off my shoes, divest myself of the pants and my panties. I felt an indecent ripple of arousal wash over me at Nate’s reaction to the sight of me naked and trembling with anticipation against his wall.

 

‘Fuck.’ He stopped, his hands on the zipper of his jeans as his eyes washed over me. ‘Do you know how insanely sexy you look right now?’

 

His expression was hot, and it turned me on to the point of combustion, so suffice it to say I was done being stared at. I wanted to be taken. ‘Nate, hurry.’

 

Burning eyes drinking me in, Nate slowly unbuttoned his jeans as his chest rose and fell rapidly. ‘Say it again. Say it standing there with your legs spread, waiting for me.’

 

The flush of self-consciousness I felt under his perusal was more than eaten up by how excited I was. I was soaked. ‘Say what?’

 

His lip curled at the corner. ‘You know what, babe.’

 

Dirty. Nate liked it dirty.

 

Who was I kidding? We both loved it dirty.

 

Shoulder blades pressed against the wall, my breasts heaving with breathlessness, I widened my stance, causing Nate’s nostrils to flare. ‘I want your thick, hard cock inside of me now and I want you to fuck me against this wall until we can’t breathe.’

 

I barely got a chance to see the way his lower abs jerked at my words before he was on me. His kisses were bruising as he slammed into me, pushing his jeans down to free his dick, seconds before he wrapped his hands around my legs, sliding me up the wall, angling my body just right.

 

He thrust into me.

 

Hard.

 

Deep.

 

We both cried out as my sex clenched around his invasion. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, hanging on for dear life as he pounded into me.

 

‘You’re drenched,’ he said on a harsh breath. ‘So wet for me, babe. I love how hot and wet you are.’

 

‘Just for you,’ I promised on a pant and that made him pump into me harder, faster.

 

I yelled out to God and the heavens as the delicious, rough friction quickly created the right pressure inside me.

 

And then suddenly I was moving through the air, falling against Nate as he took us to the floor. With him still inside me, he flipped us, now with my back on the floor. He lifted my right leg higher, pushing my left leg gently, spreading me wider. His eyes burned into mine as he moved above me, this new position allowing him to thrust deeper.

 

The pressure in me built and built.

 

‘Nate!’ I cried, unable to move against him since he held me so tight. It only made the tension coil, my climax nearing …

 

‘That’s it,’ he panted, his eyes never leaving mine. ‘Let me take you there, baby.’

 

‘I’m coming.’ I scraped my nails into his hardwood floor. ‘I’m coming.’

 

Then suddenly his movements slowed and the pressure stabilized.

 

‘No!’ I gasped frantically, reaching for him. ‘Don’t stop.’

 

His eyes glittered at me. ‘Say you’re mine.’

 

‘What?’

 

‘Tell me you’re mine.’

 

What the hell was he doing?

 

‘Nate, don’t stop, I’m so close.’

 

He circled his hips against me, teasing me. ‘Tell me you’re mine.’

 

‘Of course I’m yours,’ I snapped. ‘Now bloody well fuck me!’

 

Nate’s grin was quick, melting hurriedly beneath his own growing need as he began to pump into me again, his movements gaining speed as my breathing stuttered.

 

‘Oh God!’ I slapped my palms against the floor. ‘Oh God, oh God! Nate!’

 

The pressure blew and the orgasm that tore through me was so epic my eyes actually rolled to the back of my head. My lower body shuddered against Nate’s thrusts, my inner muscles clamping hard around him. Nate came with a shout of release rather than his usual groan. His hips jerked in hard shudders against me as the orgasm rolled through him, setting off little aftershocks in my body.

 

He braced over me, his eyes wide as we stared at each other in blissed-out shock.

 

It was safe to say … best sex ever. Ever!

 

Gently releasing his hold on my legs, Nate fell to the floor beside me, and we lay with our heads together, panting hard, slick with sweat, staring up at his white ceiling.

 

‘So,’ Nate said once he had his breathing under control, ‘this is my place.’

 

Smiling, I said, ‘I like the wall. And that’s a good ceiling.’

 

We turned our heads to look at each other and instantly burst out laughing.

 

I was still giggling as Nate rolled into me, his hands shifting through my hair as I wrapped my hands lightly around his back. ‘Want to see the rest of it?’

 

I pretended to contemplate this for a moment and then asked, ‘Do you have a slatted headboard?’

 

His answering grin was slow and wicked. ‘Are you asking me to tie you down?’