Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Ivy Matthews
After we drop Dylan off the limo driver redirects to my house and when we get home Jackson runs straight up to his room the second the limo stops at the curb, completely ignoring Me and Nathan still inside. I just giggle at his departure and take my time letting Nathan help me out of the limo.
He spins me around once we get out of the limo, pressing my front against his back and leaning down to whisper in my ear, "We're going to have to be quiet tonight."
"Who said we were going to do anything that would be noisy?" I say in an attempt to joke but my breathy tone reveals how I truly feel.
"Oh, You don't want to do anything noisy tonight?" He asks not giving me any time to answer before he keeps talking, "Nothing that would involve slipping this dress off of you and doing everything that's only been in my dreams for the last month and a half?"
I release a shuddering breath as he lets me go after his little tease, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist to lead us to the house. The door closes behind us by the time my breathing has fully returned to normal.
My shoes and clutch are discarded shortly after and my confidence surges, leaning in to whisper in Nathan's ear, "What was happening in these dreams of yours?"
He freezes on the spot, his dark eyes drifting over my frame and meeting my own as lust clouds over them. I take a half step forward and he doesn't move back, his hands only ghosting over my hips with a featherlight touch.
"Tell me." I whisper breathily, my mouth only a few inches from his.
He leans down, nudging his head into the crook of his neck as his hot breath sends goosebumps through my skin, "I was tasting you again, slipping the straps of this distracting dress to the floor and wrapping your legs around my shoulders. I was looking down at you on the bed while I was inside you, watching your head press into the pillows from ecstasy as those sweet little sounds you made spilled from your lips."
"More," I beg, "tell me more."
"You want more?" He asks and I nod, his strong hands grabbing me from behind and pushing me up against him so I can feel how worked up his imagination has gotten him, "you were touching yourself while I stroked myself but our eyes were locked and even though you were touching yourself I was the one who made you cum."
"You've sure have put a lot of thought into this." I say back, my voice barely audible, my hand tangling into his thick hair with a tight grip as he begins kissing his way down my neck.
"You've turned me into a beast," He says breathlessly through kisses, "I'm insatiable for you."
"Upstairs, please." is the only thing I can think to say as a response.
He happily obliges me, lifting me up from my ass, my legs wrapping around his trim waist as he blindly maneuvers us up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. He pushes the door open with his back, his kisses dipping more towards the neckline of my dress by the time it's closed behind us.
