Love In The Fast Lane Part 23

She looked dazed at the suddenness of his departure. "What?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you when you're drunk." He held onto her slender shoulders, wanting only to push her back against his car, lift up her skirt and thrust into her.

"I'm not drunk," she breathed. "And I intend to take advantage of you."

She captured his mouth again and any ounce of reason he'd had, had just flown out of the parking lot.

"Not here." He muttered, pulling away from her warmth and need. He opened the door and they quickly clambered in.

Nate was on the highway in no time, driving as fast as he could. He'd never needed a woman more in his life like he needed Brielle right at this moment.

He was lost in his own s.e.xual haze when he suddenly realized that Brielle's nimble fingers were unb.u.t.toning his jeans. She was sprawled onto his lap and before he could protest, she whipped out his erection and took it into her mouth. He nearly veered the car right off the road with the pleasure of her mouth.

"Oh baby, what are you doing to me?" he pleaded, almost blind with l.u.s.t.

She moaned in response and the vibrations from her mouth only enhanced the feelings on his length. He had one hand on the wheel and the other in her soft hair but he had no control on either. He turned into his parking lot and stopped the car at the same time that he found his release. Thank G.o.d! He wouldn't have been able to keep the car in control and o.r.g.a.s.m as hard as he had.

She lifted her head and stared at him with amused pleasure.

"You look rather pleased with yourself."

She smiled that s.e.xy tilt of her lips. "I am."

"Well, then it's my turn to be pleased with you."

He pulled her out of the car and they walked quickly into the elevator and rode it up to his penthouse.

But, no sooner had the elevator doors closed, did he have her up against the back wall, his mouth making love to hers while his hands searched every inch of her body. He tore away from her mouth and sucked on her neck and bare shoulders.

"Nate," she breathed, sounding helpless. "I need you now."

He grabbed her toned b.u.t.t in his hands and squeezed, pus.h.i.+ng his erection up against her moist heat. "We're almost there, baby."

"No, now!"

Without a second thought, Nate pushed the emergency stop on the elevator and pulled Brielle toward him. Their mouths stills connected, she managed to unb.u.t.ton his jeans once again and held his hard erection in her hands. He was coming apart at her mere touch but he pulled out a condom from his back pocket and quickly rolled it on. He pulled down her panties and put them in his back pocket as he teased his erection around her entrance, savoring the moment.

"Have you been with anyone else since we were last together?" she asked, suddenly serious.

"No," he looked into her eyes, suddenly wary of her answer. "Have you?"

"No."

"Good." And without another second of conversation, he thrust into her and she cried out. Her walls tight around him, he pulled out and thrust into her again. Oh, what an amazing feeling. She wrapped her legs around his waist and touched every inch of his s.h.i.+rted chest as his p.e.n.i.s stroked her, building up the heat.

"Harder Nate."

That was exactly what he needed to hear because there was no way he could take his time and go slow when she was like this. He pulled out and thrust in harder and faster.

"Aaah, yes Nate. Oh G.o.d, yes!"

He slammed into her again and again until he felt her walls clamping and her release milked him. The feeling was torturous pleasure and with one more thrust, he too came, hard and fast.

They stood together for a few minutes, still connected and breathing hard.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he pulled out of her?

"No," she answered. "I need more."

She pulled her skirt down and they resumed the trip up to his penthouse. Nate had a feeling he had many more hours to get through before he could call it a night.

Brielle stretched languidly in Nate's bed. It was early hours of the morning and they had only gotten a few hours of sleep between ravaging each other's bodies. Her eyes adjusted to the darkened room and she rolled over onto her back, only to find Nate pressed up against her.

"Good morning," he greeted, eyes still closed but his hands pawing appreciatively at her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Is it now?"

He nibbled at her neck. "It will be in about half an hour."

"Haven't you had enough?"

"Haven't you?"

"No."

"Good." Pus.h.i.+ng the covers aside, he positioned himself above her, kissing every inch of her skin. He laved his tongue against each breast, savoring the feel of her in his mouth as her nipples hardened and she moaned softly. He kissed a trail down the side of her body when he suddenly noticed her tattoo.

"When did you get this?" he asked, tracing his fingers over the cursive lettering.

"I got it shortly after Noah was born." She looked down at his gaze on the side of her body, at the tattoo that read: "My love, My life, Noah" and his birth date.

"How are you only just noticing this now?" she asked him.

"We haven't exactly had the time to do this before you know."

"But we've been together in the shower. How did you not notice it then?"

"My eyes and mouth were on other parts of your body." He smiled a lazy smile and she couldn't resist brus.h.i.+ng his mussed up bed-head off his forehead. "Any regrets about last night?"

"Why would I have regrets?"

"Because you were slightly inebriated and lost all sense of better judgement?"

"I was tipsy, not drunk. I have no regrets."

She pulled him up to kiss her and despite the many hours exploring each other the night before, she still became moist at the touch of his lips to hers. In one swift move, she managed to maneuver herself atop him. Reaching for a condom on his dresser, she slowly rolled it down his already full length. She lowered herself on top of him and the expression on his face was priceless. She loved that she did that to him. That just the feel of himself in her body had him looking like he'd died and gone to heaven. She moved her body slowly up and down his length, torturing him with her tight, wet sheath. He touched her moist folds, rubbing against her sensitive nub and she nearly fell apart.

"Nate," she breathed, increasing the speed of her movements.

"Oh, G.o.d, not yet." In one swift move, Nate grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over onto her back, bodies still joined. He pulled out of her and thrust in with barely concealed wanton pa.s.sion. "f.u.c.k, what are you doing to me?"

"Oh yes, Nate, don't stop."

He slammed into her again and again. She mirrored his movements as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her.

The muscles within her contracted as her o.r.g.a.s.m exploded through her. Nate continued to pound into her, using his hands to coax more out of her, bringing her higher. In the next instant her body rocked again, exploding with yet another o.r.g.a.s.m. This time Nate's release followed hers as he flopped down on top of her, barely supporting his weight.

"Wow," she breathed. "I've never had a multiple o.r.g.a.s.m before."

"I think we should keep doing it," he lifted himself and looked into her face. "I love knowing that I drive you over the edge."

"You don't know how much you miss s.e.x 'till you don't have it."

He pulled out of her and went to the bathroom where Brielle heard the toilet flush. Her body ached in all the delicious places and her eyes were already starting to close.

It was still dark and she looked at her watch. It was two in the morning. She started to get up when Nate returned to the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to get home."

"To what? Noah is at Tommy's house. It's late, you're not going anywhere." He crawled back into bed with her.

"So, you're just going to keep me here? As your s.e.xual prisoner."

"Yes," he murmured against her. "Unless you have any objections?"

"No," she smiled into the darkness as sleep overcame her.

CHAPTER 17.

THE NEXT TIME BRIELLE AWOKE, it was distinctly morning. She rolled over but Nate's side of the bed was empty. She wrapped herself in his s.h.i.+rt and went in search of him. She didn't have to search long when she found him in the kitchen. She watched him for a moment, naked except for the unb.u.t.toned jeans riding low on his hips. He was busy beating eggs in a bowl, humming quietly to himself as he worked. It was such an unusual sight, something she'd never imagined him doing.

He noticed her standing there at that moment and gave her a soft smile. "Hey."

"Hey yourself." She moved toward him and placed herself on a stool at the kitchen counter. "Shall I add chef to your expansive repertoire?"

"That you may. Are you hungry?"

"Famished. That many positions in one night really takes it out of a girl."

He grinned at her. A grin that reminded her of all the reasons she was in fact so famished.

"What time are you going to pick up Noah?"

"I have to be there in two hours," she said, glancing at the clock.

"Can I come by later to spend some time with him?"

"Yeah sure, why not?"

He placed a plate in front of her and she took a bite of the fully loaded omelette. "Oh my G.o.d," she moaned. "This is amazing."

"Thank you."

"Best omelette I've ever had."

"I'm glad."

They ate their breakfast together and shared funny stories of Noah. When they were done, Brielle cleared the plates and washed the dishes.

"You don't have to do that," he said behind her.

"You cooked, the least I can do is clean up."

"Thank you."

She rinsed the last plate and then walked into the master bathroom to shower and get ready to leave. She looked at her expression in the mirror and barely recognized herself. She looked like a woman who had spent the night having multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. Her hair was wild, her eyes bright and her skin glowed.

Nate came up behind and held her hips in place as he met her gaze in the large ornate mirror. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out who the woman staring back at me is."

"Don't overthink this." He moved his hips into her and was surprised that her body pushed back against him, as if of its own accord. He bit lightly into her shoulder as he unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt that she was wearing. "I want to see you Brielle."

The s.h.i.+rt slipped off and he stepped out of his jeans so that they stood naked together, staring at their reflections ahead of them. He cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the sight of his large, strong hands on her was very arousing. She pushed her bottom into his crotch and watched the l.u.s.t reflect in his jade eyes. He reached around her in the bathroom drawer and pulled out a condom and quickly sheathed himself. He nudged her legs apart with his legs and positioned himself at her entrance.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked when he didn't make any move.

"I'm waiting for you to want me."

"I've wanted you from the minute I saw you bare-chested in the kitchen."

He smiled, seemingly pleased with her answer.

He teased her with the head of his p.e.n.i.s. Pus.h.i.+ng in slightly and then pulling out. She couldn't take the s.e.xual dance any longer and when he put his tip into her, she slammed back against him and took him into her body by surprise. They both groaned in barely concealed pa.s.sion, staring at their reflections before them.

"You're so tight, baby," Nate moaned, grabbing every free part of her body.

"You're so big, Nate. Give me more. Deeper. Please."

The desperation transferred from her voice to her eyes as she pleaded with him for more. He thrust into her, deeper strokes each time. When he put his finger against her peach nub, she could no longer control it and her o.r.g.a.s.m ripped her apart, buckling her knees beneath her.