Torn (28 page)

“Fuck,” he hissed, making me
smile. I loved that someone as inexperienced as me could get him so worked up.
I breathed on it, then gently licked and tugged it with my teeth, and he let
out a long, sexy moan as he reached up to cup the back of my head with one
hand, the other moving to grasp my ass, his fingers kneading like a kitten
would.

“This. Is. So. Sexy. And. Bad.
Boy,” I whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss, lick, bite, or tug.

“You know what else is sexy?”

“Everything about you?”

“Hmm, nice answer, but I meant
you watching me naked in the shower, rubbing soap over my body and,” he leaned
in and nosed through my hair, “watching me stroke myself to a climax, knowing
you got me hard.”

“Please. Make it happen, now,” I
demanded, lifting my lips off him immediately. He laughed and captured my face
in his hands.

“One day soon, it will be the
other way around, baby,” he suggested with a dark and hungry look in his eyes.

“One day soon, I’m hoping we’ll
be showering together.” And I really meant it.

He left me trembling with a slow,
yet still powerful kiss, then told me to go and stand against the far wall. I
did as I was told, putting my hands to the sides behind me, my palms flat on
the cold white tiles. I had a feeling I was going to need something to support
me. I’d seen
Magic Mike
and
Magic Mike XXL
, but as fine as those
guys were, as Nate started to unbutton his jeans, his eyes fixed on mine, I
knew I was about to watch Nate XXXL and it would be a blockbuster. I swallowed
hard, already able to see his erection straining against his tight jeans.
Jesus
.
Liam had prepared me, he’d logged on to some free porn on his Mac as we
FaceTimed on our iPads, angling his to let me watch the computer screen as he
talked me through some of the positions and techniques. There was no way I was risking
Mom and Pops discovering I’d been browsing sites like that. Liam had assured me
that most guys weren’t as big as porn stars, that I’d have to lower my expectations.
I shook my head as Nate shoved his jeans and sticky boxers down to his hips and
his cock bounced free, jutting out aggressively toward me.

“Houston, we have a problem. Expectations
exceeded. Holy crap,” I muttered, my eyes going wide as saucers.

“Ok, baby?” Nate called, unable
to rein in the smug smile on his face as he made short work of kicking off the
last of his clothing, then picking his jeans up from the floor to toss over the
top of his locker door.

“Is
that
normal size or
porn star size?” I gulped, unable to take my eyes off it.

“All I care about is that it’s
Sky sized,” he replied, looking beyond proud that he’d visually pleased me.

“I don’t think that’s
anyone
sized. It’s really supposed to fit inside me?”

“Yes, but don’t stress about it.
You’ll adjust to accommodate me, when you’re ready. And right now, if you’re
asking with that panicked look in your eyes, you’re not ready.” He gave me a
reassuring smile, dipping his head to catch my gaze and remind me we were doing
this at my pace, not his. I nodded, my eyes dropping back down to it, not quite
sure I believed what I was seeing.

“You have no hair,” I observed as
he started walking toward me, his muscular thighs and slim hips only making my
panties even wetter. I was going to have to discard my underwear as well at
this rate.

“No, I prefer being without.”

“And … and … what the
hell
is
that
!” I squeaked as he walked past me. I’d just spotted a flash of silver.
Did he seriously have jewelry in his cock as well?

“It’s called a frenulum piercing,”
he grinned over his shoulder as he strutted butt naked to the shower, leaving
me with my jaw on the floor. My eyes were going to spontaneously combust from
so much visual overload. As if his torso wasn’t appealing enough, now I’d seen
everything. And there was plenty to see. I silently cursed that I’d seen his
piercing first, as the shock had taken away some of the awe at how much finer
his ass looked without clothes covering it.

“W … why?” I stuttered, as he
turned on the water and shuddered.

“Because it pierces the frenulum,
a sensitive little ridge under the head of the cock.”

“I meant why pierce it? I thought
your nipple or tongue must have been painful, but that?!”

“It wasn’t pleasant at the time,
but it heightens things for me, and I’ve been tol … it’s supposed to be worth
it.”

I caught his quick correction. He’d
almost said that he’d been told it was worth it. He was trying to spare my
feelings by not rubbing it in that he’d had sex with women before me, and that
they’d enjoyed feeling that barbell of silver caressing their insides, or even
had it in their mouths. I looked down at the cracked white tiled floor and
swallowed hard, trying to rid myself of a choking feeling of jealousy, which
was ridiculous. I already knew he hadn’t exactly been an angel, but I hated
that nothing with me was new. Everything with him was new for me. Was he
comparing me to his other girls? What if we finally had sex and I wasn’t enough
for him? Liam said the main difference with men and women was that men thought
about sex constantly. It fueled them, was behind most of their thoughts. If it
was that important, Nate wouldn’t want to be with someone who didn’t live up to
his past experiences.

“Sky.” His commanding voice
forced me to lift up my gaze to find him staring at me as he rubbed his
stomach, the body wash foaming up as the water cascaded down his body. “What’s
going on in that head of yours? I’m naked, wet, and hard in the shower, and
you’re staring at the floor.”

“I’m jealous,” I admitted with a
shrug.

“That I have a past, or that you
don’t?” He looked confused as he tried to read me.

“That we’ll never share anything
sexual that’s new for you.” That was as much as I was willing to admit. I
didn’t want him to know how worried I was that I might disappoint him.

“I hate that you have to deal
with my past, but there’s plenty that we’ll share that’ll be new for me, Sky.”
His voice softened, as did his gaze. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t
softening was his erection, or my need for him. “I’ve never spent a month just kissing
a girl, feeling myself get excited when I’m about to see her, hating the moments
that I have to leave her, or counting the minutes until I see her again. I’ve
never daydreamed of her in lectures, laid awake at night wondering if she’s
thinking of me, let alone coming with a few layers of clothing between my cock
and her hand.”

“Keep talking,” I nodded, giving
him a small smile of gratitude, his words taking away some of that tension.

“I’ve never taken a shower with a
girl watching me, or did this.”

“Did what?”

He flicked his head down, and my
eyes ran down his broad, wet chest and followed the suds of soap over the
ridges of his abs, a soft gasp leaving my mouth to see his hand wrapped around
his cock, slowly stroking it up and down.

“I’ve never given myself a hand
job with a girl watching, especially not when all I can think about is if her
hand will feel even better than mine.”

“
Oh. My. God
,” I breathed.
I knew my experience was seriously limited, but I’d never seen anything as
erotic as Nate holding himself, his hand gliding up and down his wide shaft as
he leaned back against the tiled wall, water pouring over his body, his dark
hair plastered to his forehead, and his eyes … Jesus, his eyes, they were
burning right through me.

“You really want to watch this,
to learn?” his voice grated, like it was taking all of his effort not to come
again already.

“Yes,” I whimpered, my fingers
flexing behind me as I forced myself not to run to him and touch him myself.

My breathing was totally erratic
as he explained how much pressure he liked, how he preferred to tease himself
with varying speeds of his strokes, how he loved having his pre-come circled
around his head. I was able to watch his muscles rippling and tightening, the
way he started thrusting his hips to add to the momentum as he started to
groan, the way he widened his stance to reach down and cup his balls, rolling
them in his palm. He looked so masculine, so raw. If I wasn’t so engrossed in
the show, I’d probably have had no shame in slipping my hand down into my
panties and getting myself off while we watched each other climax.

“Tell me … what … you’re thinking,”
he panted as his hand moved even faster.

“That I want to do that to you
next time, that maybe I even want to taste you,” I stated bravely.

“Fuck.” The one word was forced
out sharply, then followed by a long, low groan, my name tangled up somewhere
in it, as his hips jerked forward and stilled, ribbons of white exploding from
him and joining the soapy water that circled the drain. I felt hot and flushed
as I locked eyes with him.
Was that how I looked when I came?
Totally
zoned out and at peace? Hand job lesson, check. I could do that, piece of cake.
Unless of course I got carried away and accidentally ripped out his piercing
and maimed him for life. He slowly ran his thumb over his tip, cleaning himself
in the water, then tipped his head back to let it get covered by the spray and snap
him out of his orgasm-fueled haze. Watching Nate was far more arousing than the
porn Liam had selected. Not that he’d found watching a heterosexual couple all
that arousing, either. Nate turned off the water and lifted his toned arms as
he swept his wet hair back from his face, elongating his damp, ripped body.

“Wow,” I whispered, in total awe
and appreciation of the view.

“Just don’t ask me to give you a
blow job demonstration, I’m not that flexible, and the guy-on-guy thing really
doesn’t do it for me either,” he winked, making me burst out laughing. I stayed
where I was, not sure I’d be able to stand without the wall supporting me until
I’d calmed down. He padded over to the lockers and pulled out a towel, then
rubbed his hair as he studied me. “Did you enjoy watching?”

“Yes, very much,” I confirmed,
feeling my cheeks heat up a little.

“I enjoyed you watching too.” He
smiled as he quickly rubbed his arms, chest, and stomach down, then wrapped the
towel around his waist and walked toward me. “Do you want me to help you out
again, you’re looking in need.”

“I am, but … if I let you, when
I’m done you’ll be ready again and I’ll want to touch you, then we’ll never leave.
I promised Mom I’d be home for dinner, it’s kind of a tradition that we have
takeout and watch a festive film on Christmas Eve.”

“I’d better get dressed and get
you back then,” he sighed, looking as miserable about it as I felt.

He pressed his slightly damp body
up against mine, his hands on the wall on either side of my shoulders, and
moved his lips toward mine, but stopped just shy of them and tilted his head. I
lifted my chin, trying to close the gap, but he moved his head back, keeping
the distance, letting me know he was in charge of whatever he was doing. My
eyes searched his for answers and he gave me a lazy smile, parted his lips, and
let them brush so lightly across mine, I wasn’t entirely convinced they had. He
came back again and exhaled gently as he hovered, circling my mouth but not
touching it, letting the warmth of his breath caress them. I let out a soft
moan of need and slid my hands around his waist, then down into his towel to
hold his pert butt cheeks, which flexed under my grasp. He skimmed my jawline, his
lips painting gentle strokes, his teeth making delicate nips, and his nose
circling my cheek as he inhaled.

“Ace, please,” I begged, closing
my eyes as I melted against him.

“Please what?” he whispered in my
ear, before running the ball of his tongue piercing down my neck, then nibbling
me gently in the crook of my shoulder, making my head tip to the side to let
him get right in there, that spot that always made me giddy when he touched it
with his lips.

“
Kiss me
.”

“I am, I’m savoring you, because
the minute we leave here, leave this bubble we’re in, we won’t see each other
for over twenty-four hours. I’m taking mental pictures of how you taste, how
you sound when you moan my name, how you look when you’re desperate for me.”

“I’m
always
desperate for
you,” I mewled as my head flopped back against the tiles, and he started
kissing my throat, up and down, side to side, until I was almost begging him.
He took pity on me and lifted his head, our eyes connecting as a slew of
emotions flowed between us. How had he wormed his way inside me so fast? His
hands moved to hold my head as he kissed me slowly, with delicate flickers of
his tongue. Nate was usually an aggressive kisser, which I loved, but this,
this kiss was one I’d never forget. It wasn’t just about sex, I could feel it.
He cared for me as deeply as I did for him. It was agony when he pulled away
with a sigh, resting his forehead on mine.

“I’ve got to take you home now or
we’ll never leave,” he whispered in a pained voice.

“If it helps, I don’t want to
leave either.”

“I’m crazy about you, baby. I
don’t know which way is up when I’m around you.”