Breach (7 page)

My nipples tightened
against the cool air. Nathan dove down, taking one into his mouth and biting. I cried out in pain and pleasure, repeating the sound when he moved to the other side. He rounded back, sucking hard on the first nipple as his tongue flicked the harden flesh.

He worked his way back up, lips mashing into mine, brui
sing; our tongues dancing. “Now to taste your pussy. I bet you’re so fucking sweet.” He inhaled and smirked. “I can smell you from here.”

“Fuck!” I cried. His words were going to be the death of me. The thought of his mouth on my clit was more t
han I could handle. I ached for him to touch me; take me.

“Soon,
very fucking soon.” His hands grabbed onto the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties down in one quick tug.

I pulled my tank top the rest of the way o
ff as I stepped out of my pants; his hands on my skin created paths of fire that shot straight into my quivering pussy. His arm hooked underneath one leg, placing it on his shoulder. He licked and nipped his way from my knee to my pussy lips.

“Baby, you are fucking
dripping wet for me.” His finger swiped my slit, causing my hips to buck and a moan to escape. I looked down in time to watch as he placed that finger into his mouth, licking and sucking my juices. “Mmm, so good. This is what sucking my cock did to you? Dirty girl, so fucking naughty.”

His mouth clamped down on my inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. Then his mouth latche
d onto my pussy, licking up my opening before nipping at my clit, and making me moan like a whore. He was relentless in his attack, pulling me hard to his mouth. Screams bounced off the walls, all emanating from me, from what he was doing to my body.

I’d been climbing toward my orgasm with each touch,
my body burning with desire. But when he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them, that was what finally threw me over the edge.

“Oh, shit, Nath
an! I…I…” My body shook, head tilting back as my orgasm ripped through me. My hands were in his hair, pushing him further into my pussy, riding his face as I spasmed around his fingers.

“You are
so fucking hot when you come.” He groaned and set my leg back down. His tongue swiped around lips that were shining with my juices. He stood, pressing his body against mine, grinding his cock into me, and guiding my arms above my head.

I stretched up and captured his lips with mine, tasting myself mixed with him. His fingers flexed against
my hips.

“Time to fuck that pussy of yours.
That’s what you want, isn’t it? You like being fucked fast and rough, don’t you? You want my cock to own your pussy and pound it hard.”

I nodded.
His grip moved down to my arm, pulling me down the hall. We walked into the dining room, and he pushed me against the ledge of the table, my hips stinging as they hit the hard wood.

“Bend over and hold on,” he instructed in my ear, his mouth latchi
ng onto the opposite shoulder where his mark was, teeth scraping against my skin as I leaned forward.

My hands searched out the edge, my body vibrating in anticipation, thighs clenching. I gripped down just in time for Nathan to slam into me in one thrust. The motion had me crying out as he filled me.

“So fucking good! So wet…tight…shit, Lila.” He pulled out and pushed back in even harder. The table legs scratched against the floor, moving each time his hips slammed against mine. One of his hands released me and twirled around my hair, pulling my head back. The other hand pushed down on the small of my back, pressing me into the wood surface.

My back arched, scalp tingling in both pain and pleasure as I tightened around him due to the new angle.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock. You love it, don’t you?”

I whimpered as his pace incre
ased to the pounding state I craved. His hand pressing hard against me held a sexual neediness my body wanted, so different from the touches of my past. His want and desire flowed through his skin into mine.

“Answer me! You love my cock in you, don’t you, little slut?”

“Yes. Yes! Please fuck me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty pussy.” My mind was unable to keep up with the emotions he was driving into me as he pushed me to the edge.

His grip on my hair tightened, making my head and shoulde
rs arch farther up off the table toward him. “Harder. Deeper, oh fuck…so deep inside me. More! Pull me down, take me over…shit. Make me sorry for being so naughty.”

I whimpered
again, unable to speak anymore. Incoherent sounds were all that came out. I’d never had it like that, so rough. I loved it. He was gritty, demanding, and had a dirty mouth that sent me into overdrive. But his eyes held no disdain, just desire and lust.

“Yes, punish you. Fuck.
I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.”
Slam
. “Is.”
Slam
. “All.”
Slam
. “Your.”
Slam
. “Fault!”

I crumbled beneath him, screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his perfect cock.

“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pussy feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!” His hand released my hair, and I fell back down to the table, exhaustion taking over as I moved toward a second orgasm. He gripped my hips, pulling me back, pushing him deeper. “That’s it. Grip it tight like a vice. That’s what you do; it’s how you torment me. Fucking cock tease.”

My whole body shook, tearless sobs taking over as my oversensitive body tingled, and I fell again. His hips jerked, fingers digging into my flesh as he exploded within me. A moment later his movements stopped, the sound of his harsh breath filling the room.

He collapsed on top of me, unable to hold himself up, muscles spent. We were both panting, trying to regain a normal heart rate.

“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you.
” He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder blade with the tenderness of a lover. “Run while you can. Run away from me, and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”

His eerie warning
was the last thing I heard before exhaustion took over and my eyelids closed, blacking out the world.

CHAPTER
5

M
y eyes fluttered open, the familiar sight of my bedroom coming into focus through my disoriented mind. Warm, soft light filtered in through the curtains covering the windows, greeting me from my comfortable bed. It took a moment to recall what I’d been doing before I awoke, confused as to why I was asleep in the middle of the afternoon. A twinge in my abdomen when I tried to sit rectified that.

Nathan had been there, inside me. It was better than the last time, the pain and stiffness when I moved was a testament to
his visit. He was rough and dirty, and I knew my body was ruined for any other man. No other could make my body sing the way he had during our encounters.

The last words he said surfaced through my
addled mind, playing over, looping until it was clear.

“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’
m no good for you. Run while you can. Run away from me and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”

All I could
think of was:
why
? Why wasn’t he “worth my life?” If he wasn’t a good or even decent person, would he have placed me in my bed before he left? Would he have even come, so aggravated, thinking he’d hurt me? I was tucked under the covers of my bed, cleaned of our actions, with a glass of water on the bedside table; all evidence to the contrary.

Another question was
: why me? Each member of the Boob-Squad was throwing themselves at him daily. We weren’t friends, nor did we pretend to be. It was a constant butting of heads, sarcastic remarks, biting words and eye rolls, filling our everyday encounters.

With no answers, I forced
myself from the bed and threw on some clothes before I plopped in front of the TV, intent on losing myself in whatever movie was on. I was too tired and aching to even contemplate anymore cleaning. In the back of my mind I wondered if Nathan was upstairs doing the same thing. He was so close, yet so very far away.

Sund
ay had long since passed, and now it was nine in the morning on a Wednesday. I hadn’t seen Nathan at all outside of work, much to my body’s regret. Our usual bickering never faltered, but his mood improved over the weekend like most thought it would. I was the only one privy to the real reason why.

Out of the corner of my eye
, I could see him looking at me, staring at me like he was searching for the answer to a question. He never looked when anyone else would see, just when we were alone; tucked away in our space with a view.

Our office had once been one of the conference rooms for Holloway and Holloway, back when they only took up one floor of the building. When the firm expanded and the load became more than one transactional attorney could handle, Mr. Holloway split it into two, but kept it together. Hence the occupation of such a large room by comparison.

Vivian was hired to work with Trevor to lighten the burden, making it more manageable. When Trevor’s wife was relocated, I applied in hopes to be relieved of the grunt work of a newbie. Mr. Holloway hired me straight out of college after I’d interned between my second and third year of law school.

I had no desire for the court room, I never had, but I loved the law.
When I looked at Nathan, I saw a courtroom personality. He was much smarter than I was. I envisioned him prosecuting criminals or suing large corporations. Not stuck in a room, meeting with clients a few times a week, and looking over legal jargon until his eyes bled. The job wasn’t him. I assumed it was part of his mystery, but I’d never asked, and he wasn’t forthcoming with information about himself.

“Delilah?”

I was pulled from whatever contract my eyes had blurred over while I was thinking about him. The man was too distracting for his own good.

“Yes.
” I sighed and eyed my empty coffee mug. I could use a fresh one.

“Are you okay? You’ve been staring at the same contract for the last fifteen minutes, your hands hovering over the keys.” His l
ips pulled up into that damn smirk of his, the one that made panties wet on almost every woman he encountered, mine included. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, and I wondered if he knew I was thinking about him.

“I just need more coffee.”

His smirk grew. “Your mind seemed preoccupied, not tired.”

Damn him.

“Don’t worry, Thorne, you weren’t starring in my preoccupation.” I knew it was a lie. A bold faced one at that. I’d thought of no one but him in weeks. I wanted to know all of him, but was aware he’d never allow that to happen.

High pitched giggles dre
w my eyes to the door; another member of the Boob-Squad had arrived. Wasn’t it against the dress code to have your breasts hanging out of your top? I was beginning to think Jennifer hadn’t read that memo, or the one about fraternization. Who was I to talk? Nathan’s cock had been in me more than once and it was bliss.

“Nathan,
I was hoping you could help me.” Her flirtation was in full force. It was a blinding and gag-worthy performance.