Angel (NSC Industries) (30 page)

Three
hours and lots of tears later I walked back through the doors and Nate was
still sat on the couch. He lifted his head and his eyes met mine, his body was
stiff and his jaw was tight. I couldn’t read his emotions from his expression
and I wasn’t sure if it was anger, guilt or shame that coursed through him.

Mandy
touched my arm as I walked towards Nate. “You’ve got my number Olivia, ring me
for whatever” she said, a worried expression fixed in her features.

 I
nodded. “I have you on speed dial” I laughed slightly and she grinned at me,
“You take care and I’ll be in touch” and she turned and disappeared through the
door.

Nate
rose slowly from the chair, strolled towards me and sighed, “You ready?”

From
his tone I could tell it was anger that drove him, and after three hours of
hell I was more than ready for him.

I
glared at him, “Don’t bother Nate, I’m going home.” I fumed and stomped towards
the door, I needed air and wine desperately and if I didn’t get it soon I was
going to kill somebody.

 “You’re
not going home, Liv” he hissed and I scoffed, turning sharply “Well it’s
obvious you don’t need the trouble I’m bringing with me and to be honest Nate,
I don’t need an argument along with shame, embarrassment, fear and bloody
exhaustion I’m feeling at the moment.”

He
narrowed his eyes and took my wrist tightly in his grip. “Get the fuck off me,
Nate” I bristled at his touch as he pulled me towards his car, opened my door
and lifted me into the seat, quickly shutting his door before I could get back
out but as he moved round the car I clambered out.

I
was now really angry at his attitude, how dare he treat me like a bloody child.
“Fucks sake, Liv!” he thundered, climbing back out and catching me up as I was
walking away, “Will you just get in the fucking car!” he seethed, gripping my
arm.

Gritting
my teeth and trying to rein in my temper I turned to him “I don’t need this,
Nate. I have been through hell the last 48 hours and I don’t need to be made
feel guilty for it. Just let me go because to look at you at the moment hurts
like fuck, to think that I made you ashamed and embarrassed because of me,
really fucking hurts!”

I
was gasping for air, so bloody angry at him and he stood there gaping at me.
“I’m not ashamed, Liv” he tried but I could read the lie in his words.

“Nate,
you’re making this worse, just let me go. I can’t bear to look at you at the
moment. I want to get fucking pissed and I wanna do it alone, just go.”

 I
saw a taxi pulling in the station car park and flagged him down. “Liv, baby
please” Nate was desperate now and he gripped my hand. “Baby please, I’m not
ashamed, I’m just bloody angry because there’s not a damn thing I can do to
help you” he declared and tightened his hold on me.

I
shook him off, “Tell me the truth, Nate. Tell me you weren’t ashamed at walking
in a police station, tell me that wasn’t the reason you were seething all the
bloody way there?”

He
stood silent and I scoffed, climbed in the taxi and told the driver to drive,
for the second time that day I left him stood there with his hands clenched
beside him.

Opening
my front door, I walked slowly into the hallway. Fear coursed through me, my
hands sweating and my breathing laboured as I shakily checked each room.

Terror
was holding me up and when my search found the house empty I locked both doors
and climbed the stairs, making my way to the bathroom and turning on the shower
I slipped out of my clothes and stood studying myself in the mirror.

My
face was a train crash, covered in cuts and bruises and my body was thinner
than I remembered.

I
noticed the new wound that covered my breast; a new one to add to the others
and I traced it with my fingertip, angry at its red appearance against my pale
skin. “What the hell do you see in me Nate?” I asked myself and stepped into
the shower.

I
set the water hotter than usual, needing to wash away the day’s events and
scrubbed myself sore, now angry with myself for letting James come between me
and Nate.

Shampooing
my hair I started to calm down, guilt rearing its ugly head and making me
second guess Nate’s mood today. I thought it was shame and anger in him but
what if it was hopelessness that was marring his features, making him ashamed
of himself not me, but I asked him and he remained silent, if that was the case
wouldn’t he have defended himself?

 I
slid down the tiled wall, my bottom hitting the floor with a thud as I drew my
knees up and hugged them. “Oh God Liv, your life is a bloody nightmare girl” I
sighed and rested my forehead on my knees, gulping in large breaths and
refusing to cry again. I needed Nate, simple.

As
though he heard me, the shower door opened and there he stood, staring down at
me with a look of anger still across his face. I raised my face to look at him
and smiled sheepishly, wary of his mood as his breaths were heavy and his fists
were still clenched in rage.

 “When
the fuck are you gonna do what I tell you?” he growled and I gulped as he
started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes fixed firmly on mine as he kicked off
his shoes.

He
lowered his trousers and shorts together at the same time as slipping out of
his shirt and then stepped in the shower, bending down and pulling me up the
wall.

We
stood, eyes locked for a long while, trying to read each other and the only
sounds were our heavy breaths and the trickle of the water. Eventually his
mouth crashed over mine and he kissed me with a raw passion, his rage and love
clashing together as his lips controlled me, his tongue searching for mine as
his hot breath mingled with my own.

I
grasped his hair firmly, pulling him further into me as I rocked my hips
against his raging erection and his hands came down and cupped my backside, as
his cock slipped between my thighs and his bar rubbed against my clit, making me
yelp and swing my legs around his hips.

Positioning
himself at my entrance he skewered me in one angry thrust, growling loudly and
biting my shoulder he thrust again.

The
pent up rage turned into a violent passion that both of us needed and wanted. “
God,
Liv”
He grunted as he pounded into me, both of us clung to each other, our
animal groans and moans filling the cubicle as our love making became primal. His
fingers dug into my arse as I clawed at his back and sucked on his neck, my
teeth digging into his skin with each hard drive.

His
cock swelled as he shouted my name, his climax as violent as his lovemaking,
sending me into my own ecstasy as I screamed and tightened around him, the
white pleasure taking my breath and making my heels dig into his thighs.

He
jerked every drop into me as he rested his head on my shoulder, panting and
holding me tight.

 “Baby,
I’m sorry” he whispered and I embraced him tighter. “Me too, Nate” I breathed,
kissing his head and twirling his hair in my fingers.

He
pulled out and lowered me to the floor, cupping my face and kissing me tenderly
“I’m so sorry, Angel” he repeated and I smiled softly to him, cupping his cheek
in my hand, “I know.”

He
sighed and stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel round his hips, his
body still wet from the shower and my eyes took in the magnificent sight, god
this man was fucking glorious. He gave me a lazy grin “Like what you see,
baby?” and I licked my lips, my arousal peaking again, I couldn’t get enough of
this man.

I
exited the shower and walked to the bedroom; dripping everywhere as Nate had
took the only towel from the bathroom.

I
quickly got dressed and skipped down the stairs, waiting patiently beside the
front door. He came down the stairs and took my hand, leading me out of the
front door and into his car. “Ready now?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. I
beamed at him and nodded, my mood had heightened and I was feeling a lot more
light-hearted.

 “Yep,
let’s go to yours and you can fuck me raw” I grinned as his eyes widened and
his jaw dropped, “Feeling horny Baby?” he chuckled.

I
winked at him, “How can you tell Nate?” I asked as my hand cupped his ready for
action penis. He groaned and floored the accelerator. 

***

Sunday
evening saw us both huddled together on the sofa in front of the roaring fire
and television watching old reruns of a comedy show. My mood had darkened a
little as I had text Jay to see if he arrived okay but as yet had no reply.

 “Baby
relax, he’s probably not heard his phone and gone straight round to Jess’s” he
reassured me as his hands came up to my shoulders, his thumbs digging into my
tense muscles.

“Jesus
Liv, you’re so tense. Lay on the floor” he said, his voice low as he gestured
to the rug in front of the fire and I sunk to the floor, laying on my front and
resting my head on my folded arms.

 Nate
pressed up against me; his mouth brushing my ear, “Take off your clothes,
Angel” his voice was low and husky, my core clenched intensely.

I
smiled and rose to my knees, my eyes never leaving his dark hooded ones as I
slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt, leaving myself in just a white
lacy bra and thong.

Laying
back down I could hear Nate’s heavy breathing as I patiently lay waiting, my
arousal already soaking my knickers.

I
heard him leave the room and then return a few minutes later but my eyes
remained closed, already relaxed before the massage.

I
felt his thighs grip either side of mine as he straddled me and I could feel
his erection straining against my backside, an obvious sign he had also stripped
before returning back to me. I felt something drip onto my shoulder blades and
a faint smell of citrus and spice hung in the air. 

His
hands skimmed across the oil, slicking it into his fingers as he stroked across
my skin delicately and came up to my shoulders, his fingers and thumbs kneading
expertly at my twisted muscles and driving a slight moan from inside me.

I
felt his cock twitch against me and he slid it between my arse cheeks, coercing
another moan, this time slightly louder. “You like this, Angel?” Nate breathed
heavily and all I could manage was another moan.

 “Keep
moaning like that, baby and I’m gonna fuck you hard, right here, right fucking
now” he growled and I rolled my hips so his erection slipped tighter towards my
bottom in an invitation to do just that.

He
unhooked my bra and lowered the straps down my arms, then flipped me over so I
was now laid on my back and pulled my bra away from me.

He
raised my arms above my head in one hand and with the other he wrapped my bra
around my wrists, binding my hands together. “Okay, Angel?” he asked
cautiously, obviously wondering if I was anxious.

I
smiled softly and nodded “Nate, I’m not worried. You’re not James.”

I
smiled wider, trying to alleviate his worries, “It’s fucking hot” I whispered
and he groaned, slipping his fingers into the side of knickers and peeling them
down my legs.

His
fingers ran up the inside of my leg, still slick from the oil. “I can’t tell
you how bloody hot you look like this, baby” he moaned as his lips replaced the
path his fingers were taking, gently kissing up the inside of my thigh as his
hands found my aching breasts. He pinched my nipples roughly as his tongue
flicked my clit making my hips jerk of the carpet. “
Shit”
I growled.

His
hands left my breasts and circled my waist, grasping me tightly he flipped me
over so my stomach was now pressed flush to the soft rug, my hands still tied
above my head.

He
brought his hands to the back of my thighs and pushed them so my backside was
raised high into the air; he growled again and slapped my arse. “Fuck Liv, you
make me wanna screw that sexy little ass.”

He
groaned and placed his nose into my groove, inhaling heavily, “You smell so
sweet, baby” he whispered as his tongue licked the full length of me and then
circled my entrance making my arousal heavy as I pushed my bottom towards him,
begging for more.

 “Please,
Nate…” I moaned.

He
lapped at me again “Tell me what you want, Liv” he said as he inserted both
thumbs into me, stretching me wide as his tongue continued its labour on my
clit.

I
was panting and so bloody horny. “I wanna come, Nate; I don’t care how, just
please… I need it” I begged, panting heavily as he nudged the head of his cock
in to my entrance. “Here?” he asked in a whisper and then he slipped his penis
along my groove up to my anus “Or here, baby?” he panted, his tongue now
licking the dip behind my ear as he pressed his body against my back.

I
gasped and he lifted off me, leaning to reach for the oil and dripped it down
the crease of my backside. His finger rubbed against me, spreading the scented lubricant
over my back entrance and my breath hitched as a groan rumbled within me when
his finger slid inside me, his mouth still gently nibbling on my neck.

“You
okay with this, Liv?” he asked softly and I hesitated “I don’t know Nate, the
only time I’ve done that is when James wasn’t being so nice and it hurt” I
swallowed.

He
continued to kiss me tenderly, his other hand now snaking round to my clit, “I
promise not to hurt you Liv, if you want me to stop I will but it can be very
pleasurable if we both want it.”

He
kissed my cheek softly as his fingers still played at both my entrances. I was
highly aroused and his words spurned me on. “Okay” I whispered softly.

“Just
relax Angel, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He
lifted off me slightly and hitched my bottom higher, his finger still rubbing
at me as he positioned his cock at my pussy, slipping in slowly and gliding in
and out at a unhurried pace while his finger still played in my backside.

My
arousal soared and I let out a guttural groan, moving my hips back against him
and just as my orgasm started to build he slipped out of me while removing his
finger and rested his tip against my anus.

 “Just
relax, baby.” He slid into my arse inch by inch, gentle and painstakingly slow.
I held my breath waiting for the pain to come but curiously it passed just as
quickly as it came, and as his fingers brushed against my nipples, intense lust
slammed into me, making my body crave for added pleasure.

 “More,
Nate” I breathed, gently pushing back against him.

“God
Liv, you feel amazing” he groaned and sunk further into me, stretching me as
his fingers slipped into my pussy and I growled deeply.

 “
FUCK”
I hissed and slammed back into him. “Harder, Nate” I groaned and he sped up,
pummelling me as his groans and growls reached fever pitch.

 “Jesus,
Liv” he roared as his balls banged against my clit with every drive into me. I
screamed and arched into him as my climax clashed into me with a force that
took my breath and his orgasm from him. “Fuck, Yeah” Nate growled, grabbing my
hips tightly and jolting with every pump of his ejaculation.

 “Oh
God, Liv” he panted as he kissed from my shoulder up to my cheek. “You okay, baby?”
he asked.

 I
chuckled “You never cease to amaze me, Nate.”

 He
slipped out and shovelled me up into an embrace. “Why?” he asked, cocking his
head as he gazed at me and I shrugged “It’s just… everything that James did to
hurt me, you’ve turned it around and made it pleasurable” I shrugged again,
embarrassed.

He
tightened his hold and kissed my forehead. “Baby, making love to you is
amazing, special and fucking pleasurable for me too. It’s just us Baby, were
incredible together… mind-blowing.” He sighed and ran his fingers across my
shoulder “You’re relaxed now, Angel” he smirked, a sly grin twitching his lips.