Sang Unleashed

Chapter Thirteen

After dinner, and the emotional conversation with Uncle, I was a wreck and couldn’t wait to get into bed. Although I felt guilty that Nathan’s night was ruined by our activities earlier in the week, I was thankful I could just go to bed and get some rest. But first, I have to call Mr. Blackbourne.

He answers on the first ring and I’m surprised by his sharp tone. “Report.” He says.

“I’m having breakfast with Kayli and Wil at the diner Saturday morning.” I start. “And Uncle is supportive of whatever us crazy kids want to do.”

I can hear Mr. Blackbourne’s relieved breath and realize he was terse because he was nervous about Uncle’s response.

“I’ll let North and Luke tell you what he told them, but he asked me some questions privately. I let him know that the decision to share my love was the team’s and that we would rather be together as a family, than separate because there’s no way that I could choose and that none of you wanted to hurt each other by forcing the issue. I think he understood, to an extent.” I say.

“You spoke to him alone?” Mr. Blackbourne says. “How did that happen?”

“He cornered me.” I reply. “But it was mostly out of concern for my well-being. He asked if you all were being respectful.”

“I see.” Mr. Blackbourne says. “And?”

“And I told him you were. Except North because he picks fights with me.” I reply, hoping he accepts my joke and he’ll let me sleep soon.

“Good.” He says. “I’m glad that matter is settled.”

“Mr. Blackbourne?” I hedge.

“Yes, Miss Sorenson?” He says.

“Any word about the kids?” I ask.

“Nothing yet.” He says. “I will keep you updated.”

“Please do, but I’m probably going to pass out in about 5 minutes.” I warn him.

“Are you overly tired, Miss Sorenson?” He asks.

“Yeah” I reply, stifling a yawn.

“I do apologize for my part in making your body so exhausted. Rest up so that you can keep up better on Saturday.” He says and disconnects the call, leaving me staring at my phone in shock. Did Mr. Blackbourne just make a joke?

After changing into pajama shorts and a tank top, I crawl into bed and am asleep before Nathan can manage to turn the lights out.

The sound of angry male voices shouting in the house has me jolting awake. I notice that Nathan isn’t in his spot next to me and hope he isn’t one of the arguing voices I hear. I don’t want to ruin our morning together by him being angry. He doesn’t fight with me like North does, so I doubt fighting with him would be quite as much fun.

I step into the kitchen in time to see Kota slam the refrigerator door shut and rub the bridge of his nose, something I’ve noticed both he and Mr. Blackbourne do when they’re trying to calm down.

“It’s just breakfast.” Kota says stiffly. “And then I’ll go away.”

“She won’t want you to go away once she sees you.” Nathan replies angrily. But he’s not wrong. Why wouldn’t I want Kota to stay?

Except, our secret. Today we’re supposed to work on our secret and we can’t do that with Kota here. I should let Nathan convince him to leave, but I still can’t ignore the part of me that’s excited to have breakfast with Kota. I’ve missed him. Also, if he’s here, that means he has news about the kids. If he has news about the kids, that’s my priority above however I feel about the situation.

Decision made, I step into the kitchen. “Kota? Have you heard anything about the children?” I ask, choosing to ignore the obvious tension in the room.

“I have.” He says, giving me a wane smile. “You’ll get a full report from Dr. Green later, but Silas was able to call the police and get them involved after he filmed an attempt at abuse.”

“The kids are out? Are they safe?” I ask, holding my palms together in front of me to keep from fidgeting.

“They’re all fine. Mr. Buble has placed them all in Academy homes for the time being. And you won’t be needed at the ice cream place anymore.” He says.

“Well, crap.” I say. “I’m going to miss all that free ice cream.”

My words have the intended effect and both Nathan and Kota laugh. I meet Nathan’s eyes when they calm down and let him know I have a plan for this morning.

“So we’re having breakfast?” I ask, motioning to the eggs and sausage sitting on the counter.

“Well, I thought we could have breakfast and then I could head out for a bit.” Kota says, avoiding my eyes. “I have some things to pick up for tonight…” He trails off.

“Oh” I say dumbly, not sure what else to say. What could he possibly need to get to spend the night with me? No one else had seemed to need anything but the two, sometimes three, of us. “Okay.” I finish lamely. What else could I say?

“I’ll get breakfast started, why don’t you two go get a bath or a shower or whatever.” Kota says, commanding as ever.

“We’re good.” Nathan says quickly. “We can wait until later.”

“I see.” Kota says, his ears turning pink in embarrassment.

The room is almost uncomfortable now with the tension rolling through both boys and I almost flee back into the bedroom to avoid it. These two are best friends. It really bothers me that they’re so closed off from each other.

“So I hear you two are working on a surprise for everyone.” Kota says to break the silence while he begins making breakfast.

I smile, getting excited now. This surprise will probably make Victor and Kota the happiest out of all the guys since both of them carry so much guilt about it. The guilt is ridiculous and for completely different reasons, but I’ve seen it in both their eyes all the same.

“We are.” I say, obviously happy about it, which causes Nathan to smile as well. “I think you’ll love it the most, though.” I add.

“Really?” Kota asks. “Want to give me a hint?”

“Nope.” I say, beaming at him. “And don’t even start, Mr. Blackbourne couldn’t even beat the answer out of me.” I add, hoping that neither of them understand that I mean that literally.

“Mr. Blackbourne wouldn’t dare.” Nathan says. “Secrets are like gold in this family.”

“Did he try his jedi mind-trickery on you?” Kota asks.

“He tried a lot of things.” I reply evasively, “but I convinced him to leave us alone until we’re ready to share it with everyone.”

“Just promise you aren’t planning something silly like a wedding,” Kota says, though I’m sure he’s joking. I’m only sixteen!

“Ah man,” Nathan laughs. “You caught us.”

After that, our morning peaceful and the tension has all but drained away. Sometimes I think these two just need to be reminded that we’re in this together and most of the time, joking helps.

I walk Kota to the door and give him a kiss goodbye. “What time are you picking me up?” I ask. “Should I have Gabriel dress me in anything special?”

“I’ll be coming here and making dinner.” He says almost shyly. “You can wear whatever you want, but I’ve asked Gabriel to stay away.”

“Where’s Nathan going to be?” I ask, suddenly unsure of what his plans for tonight really are. I’m not sure if Nathan is healed enough for anything kinky.

Kota gives me a genuine, amused smile before answering. “Nathan has to go fix Victor’s shower.”

I blush, not wanting to push the subject any further in case Kota asks questions that might upset him. Instead, I ask, “even though you want Gabriel to stay away, can I still get his opinion on my clothes over the phone?”

“How about we make it a pajama only night?” He asks. “I just want to be comfortable and do comfortable things.”

I frown a bit at that. I had planned on wearing my green lingerie for him to bed, but I don’t think that’s what he means when he says pajamas. I’m going to have to call Gabriel and just hope Kota doesn’t get mad if he finds out. I haven’t had to dress myself in months. I’m lost without my Meanie.

Instead of saying anything about it, I just give him another kiss and whisper “I love you.”

My words have the desired effect and he’s quickly murmuring the same back and then hurrying out the door to take care of his chores. I can deal with my Kota issues later. For now, I have to focus on Nathan and attempting to take a shower.

When I walk back into the kitchen, Nathan has already cleaned up the breakfast dishes and is wiping down the counter. I take a moment to appreciate how his large arm muscles bulge as he finishes up cleaning. He’s never had a small frame, but his muscles are starting to bulk out a lot more in recent months. Silas told me that it was because of me, but I still don’t understand what that means. I thought his muscles before were perfect.

Glancing up once he’s finished, he meets my eyes and gives me a hesitant smile. “Are you ready to give the shower another try, Peanut?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” I say, trying to keep a straight face. “Are you going to break your butt again?”

He laughs at my joke, but then his blue eyes turn serious. “I want to try something new.” He begins, then stops to let me decide if I want him to continue.

“Okay. What do you want to try?” I ask.

“Can we just turn the water on and be together?” He asks hesitantly.

“You mean just hold each other?” I ask, confused.

“Uh, no.” He chuckles. “I mean, um, intimately.”

“You mean have sex in the shower?” I clarify, not seeing a point in being coy with him.

“Yes. Except, maybe build up to it a bit.” He says.

“Do you have enough hot water for that?” I ask, genuinely curious. This sounds like it might take awhile.

My words make him laugh and he pulls me in for a hug, burying his face in my hair. “Oh, Peanut. I love you.”

I walk into the bathroom, suddenly unsure of myself. It seemed like a good idea to put the red nightie on, but now I’m second guessing my decision. I wanted Nathan to know that this meant more to me than just him helping me with my problem. That making love to him was important to me. But now, seeing him facing away from me, fiddling with the shower nozzle and arranging the towels, I begin to doubt my decision. What if shower sex is impersonal in his mind and I’m wasting my time with this ridiculous dress? What if he thinks I’m being silly to change my clothes just to take them off a few minutes later?

My nerves and doubts dissolve, though, when Nathan turns and takes in what I’m wearing. His eyes darken to match the deepest blue of the ocean. He steps out of the shower to take sure, predatory steps in my direction. I hold still, refusing to back away, until he stops scant inches away from me.

“What’s this?” He asks, running his fingers over the lace along my shoulder, down to my chest.

My breath catches, but I manage to answer him, “for you to remove.”

“That’s a shame, Peanut.” He murmurs, tracing his fingers back and forth along the lace. “Now I’m tempted to leave it on you. Decisions, decisions.”

He presses his mouth to mine, his lips already parted and demands entrance. I immediately let him in, eager for the feel of his tongue against mine. He pulls back too soon, only to kiss and suckle his way down my neck.

“Since this is silk and I really do want to see it on you everyday for the rest of our lives, I think I’ll let you take it off.” Nathan mumbles, his lips still busy on my neck. “Will you take it off for me, Peanut?”

I nod my head and then realize he can’t see it. “Yes.” I whisper on a gasp when he moves the silk and lace aside to wrap his lips around my nipple.

He pulls back slightly to give me room to remove the red article of clothing. Hands shaking, I slowly pull the straps down each arm and let gravity do the rest. I didn’t bother with panties, even I know what’s too much, so I’m easily bared to him now. He takes a moment to drink me in with his eyes before his hands find their way to my hips and he lets them explore, ending with both hands gripping my ass and me pulled flush to his body.

He takes my mouth in another demanding kiss, deepening it and then pulling away, only to come back for more. I can’t keep up with his irregular pace and eventually give up trying, just letting him take from me what he needs in that moment. What feels like seconds later, but must have been awhile based on the cramp in my calves, he pulls back.

“You always distract me so thoroughly before our showers.” He says, giving me a small smile.

“It isn’t on purpose.” I answer.

“Yes it is.” He laughs, “but I think I like your distraction tactics.”

I return his smile. I glance over his shoulder at the shower in question and can’t help but frown. I’ve made a little progress in the two showers we’ve managed to attempt together. I’m worried still, though, that I might never be completely comfortable in a shower again.

“Say the word,” Nathan whispers into my ear, “and we’ll forget all about the shower and just go hang out in my room.” He offers, misunderstanding my frown.

I have no doubts about our efforts today. I know that he has a plan that will most likely make me forget where I am. My doubts are for the long-term. Whether I’ll ever be able to do this on my own.

“I trust you.” I say instead of voicing my thoughts. We can talk about me showering alone if we can ever get me completely under the spray of water with him.

He nods, offering me another smile. Taking my hand, he leads me to the shower door and indicates that I should step in first. I do and immediately press my back against the wall as far from the removable shower head as I can get. Nathan follows me in and turns to face away from me, presumably to pull the shower head down.

I take the opportunity to appreciate his backside, which he has obviously spent plenty of time toning just as much as his arms. The muscles in his thighs and ass flex and twist with his every movement and I bite my lip at the sight. My Honey really does have an exquisite body.

Nathan turns and I immediately snap my eyes up to his, but I must have been too slow because the satisfied smirk on his face lets me know that he caught me staring.

“You don’t have to stop looking, Peanut.” He tells me. “You can look all you like. You can touch me if you want to too.”

I blush at the thought of being the first one to reach out and touch him, surprised that I haven’t done this already. Unless of course you count the night that I bit North, but that was out of frustration. With the rest of the guys, I’ve asked permission first or we’ve been kissing and it just seemed like the natural thing to do. But here, Nathan’s inviting me to reach out and touch him in my own time, whenever I want. Will I ever be that confident with our relationship?

“Stop thinking.” He says, running his thumb across my cheek.

I nod my head and meet his eyes, his turning serious now.

“Go ahead and sit down.” He instructs. “We’re going to start this time a lot like last time, and then you’re going to take over the sprayer. Okay?”

“You mean try to spray myself?” I ask, eyes wide and terrified.

“No. I thought maybe spray me.” He says suddenly unsure. “But I plan on being really close to you, so you might get a bit wet.”

I giggle at the accidental double entendre. He chuckles with me.

“Sorry.” I say when I get myself calmed down.

“It’s okay. It’s nice to know that you get some of our dirty jokes now.” He replies honestly. “But enough stalling. Sit down, Peanut.”

I nod and finally situate myself on the ledge of the shower. Nathan kneels in front of me and I notice the entire time we were talking, the water was pouring from the sprayer in his hand and I hadn’t even noticed the sound. I beam a smile at him at the realization and he winks back. Maybe he’s onto something with this memory replacement therapy after all.

Much like the first time, he kisses my lips in a deep, sensuous kiss. It’s a short kiss and I can tell he’s ready for the next step so I don’t pout. He kisses down my neck and pays my breasts much more attention than he did my mouth, to which I don’t even try to argue over. His lips and tongue are magic on my nipples.

He trails his tongue lower over my abdomen and when he reaches the spot that Silas must have warned them all about since they all seem to hit it every time, he pauses with his mouth there. Expecting him to pay the area a bit of attention and move further down, I close my eyes and lean back against the shower wall, giving myself over to the pleasure. I’m surprised when his lips and tongue stay focused on the area around my belly button, but I also feel a shock of warm pressure hitting me at my center.

Immediately, my eyes fly open and I look down. The sight before me has my breath catching. Nathan is laving suckling kisses to my stomach and the high-pressure sprayer is aimed directly at my clit. I moan and spread my legs further apart but still can’t get the friction I want. The pressure is amazing, but I need the warm friction from his tongue or his skin touching me.

“More, Nathan.” I pant. “I need more.”

“Just let me love you, Sang.” He replies, ignoring my pleading. “Let me take care of you first.”

I shake my head, but he can’t see because his focus is on what his hands and mouth are doing. I understand that he wants me to have an orgasm before we try to have sex in the shower, but it isn’t going to happen. I need him, his skin, to touch me.

Frustrated, I wrap my hand around his on the sprayer and he finally looks up at me, confused. I just shake my head at him and pull the spray head out of his hand, careful not to aim the water at myself.

“I need you,” I tell him. “This isn’t going to be enough this time.”

“Why?” He asks, not understanding why something that would work before won’t work again.

I just shake my head again. “I need your skin against mine.”

“Okay” he agrees immediately. “I want to use my mouth, is that alright?” He asks.

I nod vehemently. His mouth did wonderful things in Victor’s shower.

He smiles at my eager reply. “Okay, Peanut. Lean back and let me take care of you. Don’t forget about the sprayer in your hand, okay? Aim it at my back or my head.”

“I can do that.” I agree. Though to be honest, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to focus enough on the water while he’s licking me.

I lean back into position again, with the spray head pointed to the floor for now, and wait for Nathan’s next move. He doesn’t disappoint me, or frustrate me, with teasing kisses or a slow build. Instead, he runs the flat of his tongue from the lowest part of my slit all the way to the top in a slow, measured tasting. I try to put my fingers in his hair and realize that one of my hands is full and I’m actually supposed to be doing something. I didn’t think I would be able to focus enough for this.

I rest my hand, and the sprayer, at the base of Nathan’s neck and just hope that’s enough for now. My attention is pulled back to his tongue when he flicks it across my clit and my eyelids flicker closed, starbursts dancing behind them. My mouth makes sounds without my permission, which in turn makes Nathan lick me a little more eagerly each time. My head starts to swim in the most pleasurable way and I know that it won’t be long. I lift my hips up to add more pressure to his efforts, but he pushes me back down. Before I can get frustrated, he slides his finger into my center and flicks his tongue faster than I knew his tongue could move. My hips jump on their own and I crash over the edge into that wonderful out-of-body, heady place only an orgasm can send a person.

When I come back to earth, Nathan is looking up at me with dark, lust-filled eyes and red swollen lips. I stare back at him, begging him with a look to let me touch him. For him to finally make love to me. He understands my wordless command and pulls himself up so that he’s on his knees in front of me. I immediately grab his ass with the hand not holding the sprayer and pull him closer, while also wrapping my legs around his waist.

His lips meet mine and I instinctively try to put my arms around his neck. I forget all about the sprayer and it falls to the shower floor. At first, the angle makes it so that it sprays my lower chest and stomach, which tickles and makes me giggle. Nathan smiles in relief that I haven’t frozen up, or passed out, and moves to grab it. Unfortunately, when he moves, he cause the nozzle to point straight up and the water to crash down on my head. My body freezes, my stomach turns and my vision goes fuzzy.

“Banana.” I whisper.

“Hold on. Let me move this stupid thing.” Nathan says, not hearing me above his moving around.

“Banana.” I say louder, spots dancing in my eyes. I’m about to pass out, I know it.

He spins around and picks me up, setting me on my feet just outside the shower door. Almost instantly, I can breath again. But now, I just feel guilty for ruining our intimate moment because of my stupid fear. I can feel the frown on my face, and despite my best efforts not to, I automatically push my lip in with my finger.

“No, Peanut.” Nathan says, when he finally gets the water off and his attention is on me. “You will not feel bad about that. I’m so proud of you, you have no idea. Do you realize that you let that water touch your chest? It made you giggle, Sang. Giggle. You didn’t freak out until it touched your hair. And you stayed with me enough to let me know you needed out. You have made so much progress in this last week. That’s amazing. Don’t feel guilty. Be proud of yourself.”

“But I ruined our moment” I say, pointedly looking at his no longer erect penis. It looks so sad, like a puppy hanging its head when it gets in trouble.

“Our moment isn’t ruined, Peanut” He says, lifting my chin with his finger. “Just postponed. Remember what I said when we started this? You say banana and you get as many orgasms as you can stand. I’d say our ‘moment’ is just beginning.”

The reminder of our initial agreement has me smiling automatically. That was the deal, wasn’t it?

“So now what?” I ask.

“Now we go to our bedroom and make love until you tell me to stop.” He replies, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. Once our bodies are flush, I can feel his erection coming back and rubbing lighting across my belly. But that isn’t what makes my insides warm and tingly. He called it ‘our’ bedroom.

“Okay.” I whisper, fighting against the blush I can feel forming on my face.

“Okay.” He replies and then takes a step back. “Hold tight, don’t want you to slip.” He warns before scooping me up into his arms and heading to the bedroom.

He leaves the lights off since it’s daytime and walks straight to the bed. Without setting me down, he knee-walks his way to the head of the bed and follows my body down to the pillows with his own. As soon as my back touches the bed, his lips are on mine, forcing my mouth open to give his tongue access. He settles his body along my side, putting most of his weight on one elbow and his now fully erect penis rubs lightly against the outside of my thigh.

We kiss for a long time, just enjoying each other’s naked forms pressed together. I run my fingers along his arm that’s attached to the hand that is making wide, sweeping circles along my stomach, up to my breasts and back again. When I run my hand up his arm to entangle in his hair, he pulls his lips from mine to move his mouth’s attention to my breast closest to him. He takes my nipple in his mouth and runs his tongue around its peak, pulling back to blow on the wet bud. The contrast of warmth from his palm massaging one breast and the cold of the other has me shivering. He smiles around my nipple and repeats his actions on the opposite side.

Once he has my hips rolling, trying to find some sort of friction, he moves his hand down my body but keeps his mouth occupied with my chest. He uses his thumb to put a circling, light pressure on my clit while he teases my entrance with his first two fingers. I try to buck my hips up to force their entry, but he just continues the teasing caress.

“Peanut?” He whispers.

“Hmm?” I manage past my dry throat due to the heavy breathing he’s causing.

“Is there anything that is absolutely off limits?” He asks.

I blink, not understanding his question at all. Off limits? Like what? “What?” I ask, sending him a curious look.

“I’m trying to ask if I can touch you in all your private places.” He replies. “Like here.” He says, indicating here with a stroke of his finger across my back entrance.

“Oh.” I reply, unsure how to answer this without possibly ruining the moment. Will he get mad if I talk about one of the others while we’re being intimate? I settle for a vague response, “you can touch me there.”

He studies my face while he digests my words and then nods, probably understanding everything I didn’t say. Someone has touched me there before. I liked it.

Nathan continues the light, circling pressure with his thumb and the teasing back and forth with his first two fingers at my entrance. Very slowly, he runs his pinky finger around the rim of my ass, increasing the pressure with every pass. I try to keep my body relaxed, but his teasing has me almost vibrating with need. I let out a slow, steady breath when I notice that every time he adds pressure to my ass, his first two fingers thrust just a little bit deeper into me and the light, circling pressure on my clit speeds up very minutely.

“Nathan, please.” I beg, when I can’t take the build-up anymore.

“Shhh” he soothes. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

He must take some pity on me, though, because he finally adds enough pressure to his pinky to penetrate my ass infinitesimally and his first two fingers to finally enter me as far as they would go, curling slightly before he pulls them back again. The sensation is amazing. He slides his first two fingers and his pinky into my separate holes in tandem, adding pressure and speed to his thumb still circling my bundle of nerves. I feel the muscles in my abdomen tighten and my head start to sweat. My moans are coming in sync with the movement of my hips when they lift off the bed to meet with Nathan’s hand. I feel his thumb move away but it’s quickly replaced by his tongue. He flicks his tongue at double speed and just when I start to spin into the stratosphere, he gently bites down. I groan loudly at the fierceness of my climax, my muscles clenching Nathan’s hand so tightly I’m not sure he can move it at all.

“I need you.” He says, barely giving me a chance to recover.

“Yes” is all I can manage to reply.

“Get up on all fours and face that way.” He says, indicating the position he wants me in.

I get into position, hoping that I at least get to feel him inside my vagina for a little while before he takes my ass. I’m not sure if I can actually have anymore sex today if he takes me there first. My last experience with it exhausted me thoroughly.

I see him reach into the bedside table and return with a familiar bottle, but he just sets it on top of the table for when he needs it. His preparations have me excited now. He’s going to give me both.

He takes my hips in both hands and gently kisses a slow trail down my spine sending goosebumps up and down my arms. I shiver and squirm in his grasp, but he just holds firm and continues kissing. He bypasses my back hole and instead uses his tongue to flick my clit and then lap up the juices he causes to spill from me. My legs shake beneath me and my breathing is labored and ragged, but muffled by my arms where I have my face buried.

“Nathan, Honey, I need you” I moan out pitifully.

“But you taste so good, Sang,” he replies. “I don’t wanna stop.”

“Please” I beg, shifting my hips from side-to-side in what I hope is an enticing way.

“Fine” he sighs, but continues torturing my sex.

Before I can beg him again, though, he pulls his mouth away. I can feel the heat of his body so close to my core that I can’t help but push my hips back in his direction. Due to his angle or the way I’m situated, my movements brush the tip of his penis directly across my ass.

“Not quite yet, Peanut” he says, pulling back. “I’ll have you there eventually, but for now I want to be inside you.”

“Yes” I agree wholeheartedly. I didn’t actually mean to push my back entrance against him, I just wanted to feel him pressed against me.

He takes my hips again, but this time he brushes his tip against my clit and when I push back against him, he’s almost inside me. He squeezes my hips to stop my movements and I can hear him take a steadying breath.

“I won’t last if you do that” he warns.

I freeze in his hands, wanting this to last. There’s lots of things I want to do with him today and I don’t know if I’ll have the time if we have to wait for him to recuperate.

He rubs his tip around my clit again and takes his time running his length along my folds. I settle my head back against my arms and try to relax, letting him take care of me. When his entire length is wet from teasing my clit, he slides slowly into me, pausing often to take deep, steadying breaths. My legs are shaking again from the strain of keeping still by the time he’s fully seated.

“Nathan, please, move” I say, trying to spur him into action.

“Just a second” he replies tightly, obviously needing a minute to control himself.

When his breathing is back to a semi-normal pace, he finally begins to move in me. He uses his hands at my hips to guide my body into a slow rhythm. The pace isn’t torturous and I know he’s just getting started, but I crave more. Just because he can’t have an orgasm right now doesn’t mean I can’t, right? I use my inner muscles to squeeze his length, hoping to let him know I want to go over.

“Oh God” he says. “Don’t do that.”

“Why?” I ask, moving my head to look back at him.

“One more of those and I’ll go off like a rocket” he warns.

Fair enough, I think to myself. I settle back down to enjoy his steady rhythm, but I still need more.

As if reading my mind, Nathan asks “can I use my finger back here?”

“Yes” I tell him, “but I can’t cum that way.”

“You could always make yourself cum, Sang” he tells me, reaching to grab the container of lube. “Just use your finger on your clit.”

“I’m not good at it” I tell him petulantly, remembering the one time I tried and ended up needing help from Kota.

“Just give it a try” he says. “I’ll help you out if it doesn’t work.” He smiles and winks at me.

I consider his words as I hear the cap of the bottle snap and then feel the familiar slimy fluid on my backside. His fingers rub the liquid down into my ass and he uses plenty of pressure there as he does it, sending tingles down my spine at the feel of the pressure on my back entrance and his steady thrusts inside me.

My mind wanders back to thoughts of what it would feel like to have his finger in my ass with his erection thrusting into me and a lovely steady pressure on my clit all at the same time. Absently, I reach up with one hand to circle my clit, but my fingers also brush his length where he’s connected to me. The pleasure of feeling him slide in and out of me is almost better than the pressure of my middle finger on my bundle of nerves.

So lost in my hand touching myself and Nathan, I almost miss it when his finger finally enters me and his thrusts speed up. I moan and accidentally squeeze his erection with the fingers I was previously just grazing him with.

“Oh shit” he pants, losing his rhythm. “Don’t do that.”

I don’t say anything, just pull all but my middle finger away, letting myself drift in the feel of Nathan touching me everywhere. The thrusts of his finger in my ass are opposite to his hips slapping against the back of my thighs and I’m not sure which one to coordinate my finger’s motions to. Instead of thinking about it, I just shut my mind off and feel, let my hand work to help Nathan make me feel good.

The tingling in my spine has me squeezing my inner muscles around Nathan unconsciously. I feel myself reaching closer and closer to a pinnacle, more than ready to go over.

“Sang, I’m about to…” Nathan begins to warn me, but his husky, breathy voice brings my mind back to my body and sends me flying over the cliff. My muscles clamp down on him and he freezes, pulsing deep inside me.

“Holy shit” he huffs, laying his head on my back after he removes his finger from my backside.

“I agree” I say, slumping sideways. My movements cause him to land on his side facing me. “That was…” I begin.

“Amazing” he finishes for me.