“Would you like me to get both of you in the picture?” A passerby stepped behind Nathan. “
“I won’t post it on my personal Facebook page,” I said softly. “Don’t worry.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you did post it.” He smirked. “You only have fifteen followers.”
I laughed, and the stranger snapped the shot right then and there.
“Thank you so much,” I said as he returned the phone to me. I flipped to the picture and smiled at the final frame: Nathan looking as if he was about to kiss me mid-laugh.
“Any other pictures you want to take?” Nathan asked once the stranger walked away.
“No, this was it.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Go get in the back seat of my car.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He trailed his finger against my bottom lip. “Now.”
I stood still staring at him, not making a move.
A slow smile spread across his face, and he laughed as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. He carried me to the car and opened the back door, placing me onto the seat.
Moving next to me, he shut the door and kissed my lips—rendering me utterly speechless.
“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, pulling away from my mouth.
I took off an earring, still not thinking straight, and the sound of his low, sexy laughter filled the car.
Sliding closer, he grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor. He traced the lace lines on my red bra before unclasping it, then he leaned forward and sucked my right nipple into his mouth, caressing my breast with his other hand.
Kissing his way up to my neck, he whispered into my ear. “Do I need to help you take off your pants, too?”
“No…” I moaned as he tugged at the string on my leggings, shutting my eyes as he asked me to take them off again.
As if he knew I was still too stunned to function, he positioned me on the seat—my back flush against the leather, and slowly pushed my pants to my ankles.
He yanked off my panties in one smooth motion, tucking them into his back pocket like he did before.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he unbuttoned his shirt—tossing it to the floor. He slid his hands against my thighs and draped my left leg over his shoulder.
“So,” he said, pressing a soft kiss against my inner thigh. “Tell me the top thing that was on your wish list again.”
“I believe there was a standing mixer and a pair of new slippers.”
“Stop fucking with me.”
“There was also lingerie on there.”
“You know what I’m talking about.” He blew a kiss against my clit. “Say it.”
“I want someone to—”
“No.” He pressed another kiss against my thigh. “Say it like you’re talking to me.”
I let out a breath as he gave me a “Don’t fuck with me” look.
“I want you to devour my pussy for hours—”
“Without you asking…” He finished the sentence of my first wish. “And what else?”
“Control my body with the strokes of your tongue.” I paused. “And beg me to come in your mouth.”
“Good girl.” He draped my other leg over his shoulder, and looked at me one last time. “Please come in my mouth….” He buried his head against my pussy without another word, sucking my clit between his lips, making my back arch off the seat.
I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip on my legs as I helplessly writhed against his mouth.
“Oh my god…” I moaned as he kissed my pussy like he was kissing my mouth, slipping his tongue as far as it could go and tasting all of me.
He groaned as I tried to sit up and grab his hair. Then he slapped my ass hard, making me give up.
I clawed the seat as my body continued to writhe against his mouth, screaming his name each time he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
I felt intense tremors building and begged him to slow down, but he kept kissing me with his perfect, reckless rhythm.
“Nathan…” I tightened my legs around him. “Nathan…”
He answered me with more of his mouth, and I lost what little control I had left. Screaming out his name, I shut my eyes as my entire body shook, as I experienced the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt in my life.
I kept my eyes shut as my body continued to shake, as Nathan released my legs from his grip. When I finally recovered and opened my eyes again, he was smiling at me.
Pressing a few kisses against my breasts, he slid his hand under my body and helped me to sit up.
When I looked him over, I realized that he’d taken off his pants. As if he knew I noticed, he pulled the band of his briefs forward.
“Take it out,” he commanded.
I obliged, and slipped my hand into his briefs, slowly freeing his cock. My cheeks heated, and I felt my eyes widening when I saw how huge he was.