Addicted ~ Nate Jacobs

Chapter Ninety-Seven

WARNING: Smut 😈

The last time Sophie was drunk was at McKay's the weekend before school started last fall. I'm sure you remember that one. You know, where Nate cornered Jules, Maddy fornicated with Tyler, Nate almost broke McKay's trophy and so on. She felt like that was lifetimes ago at this point. Part of her was nervous to drink, but the other part was excited. Her and Nate had went home to change and she couldn't decide what to wear. She was still insecure over the face that she had baby weight to lose, or so she thought anyways, and her boobs barely fit into any of her old tops. She finally settled on a baby blue dress, that was tight, and after she had it on she realized she basically looked like a brown haired version of Cassie on New Year's Eve. Fuck that.

So she changed again, this time into a lilac coloured dress, that was haltered, but also tight. She left her long locks curled, before adding a bit more makeup than usual. And she stared at herself long and hard until Nate interrupted her.

"There better be only positive thoughts in that head of yours." He said wrapping his arms around her from behind, "Because you look amazing."

"I just, my stomach is still, like, bloated looking, and my boobs are huge."

"So what? You had a baby. That's supposed to happen."

"I just figured my body would be almost back to normal by now."

"Everyone is different, remember?" Nate said, leaning down and kissing the back of her shoulder, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She smiled, "But serious question, do you think my boobs will fall out of this?"

He glanced at her chest and shrugged, "Hm, no, well, I don't think so. Jump around so-"

"Nate! I'm not jumping around just so you can watch my boobs bounce up and down!" She smacked him playfully in the chest.

"How am I supposed to know if they're going to fall out if I don't see them in action?"

"I hate that you have a point." She turned to face him, "But if I show you, I'm afraid it'll turn into something more."

"We have time." He whispered, kissing her cheek.

"My mom is downstairs watching Mia."

"It's not like she hasn't been here before."

"That's true."

"Ever since I watched you run onto that stage today, I've been waiting to get my hands on you." He said, his hands running down her body.

She looked up at him, a small smirk on her lips, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He smirked, pressing his lips to hers.

"Then show me what you've been waiting to do."

"Bathroom. Now."

"Bathroom?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Trust me." He said as he followed her into her bathroom, locking the door, "Get undressed and get on the counter."

"What-"

"You heard me." He said, ripping his shirt off, "Am I going to have to do this for you?"

And she smirked at him. Making him suffer was something she enjoyed doing, especially during sex. He sometimes just couldn't wait, and she liked to drag it on for as long as she could, although at times, she couldn't wait.

Stepping towards her, he turned her around and unzipped her dress, revealing her matching bra and underwear.

"Sophie." He mumbled, kissing the back of her neck, turning her chin to face him before pressing his lips to hers, his tongue immediately fighting its way into her mouth, moans escaping from both of their lips.