[NSFW 18+] Collection #2 | Post 04 - ExN Extended Scene from Book 6 (Patreon)

NSFW 18+ Collection #2 | Post 4 - ExN Extended Scene Book 6

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Extended scene: ref Book 5 chapter 33.

I led Nathaniel into the bathroom, and checked the stalls. Empty. He leaned back against the marble basin with his arms folded, waiting as if I was inconveniencing him, and his brow creased in confusion as I came back over to him. 

“There’s no one else in here,” I announced, placing my hands on his waist and yanking his tucked shirt up. 

“I-“ he began with an incredulous look, “what are you doing?”

“You said you wanted somewhere private, this is private enough,” I mused, taking a moment to admire the fine physique of his muscles in the dim bathroom lighting. 

He opened his mouth to protest and I silenced him with a deep kiss instead. The pleasant coolness of his breath is addictive, and when he hoisted me closer I groaned. He was making my pants too tight. I slipped a hand into his pants to caress and stroke him, satisfied only when he gave a soft huff. 

“This is… a high end… establishment,” he teased. 

“So, stop me.” 

Nathaniel didn’t answer the challenge and I unbuckled his belt, pulling it free off the loops and unbuttoning his pants to free him. Every one of his seven inches is perfect. I kissed upward from base to tip, before taking him into my mouth. He sighed, putting his head back and running a hand through my hair, tugging on it as I worked to please him.

I took him into the back of my throat when his hips rolled forward, and let saliva fill my mouth. It made the corners of my eyes water, and I closed them to concentrate. Overconfident that I was used to this by now, I let him push me where he wanted, and prepared myself when he started to twitch. “Eric I-“ he warned with a small breathless groan, politely giving me the opportunity to escape. But I wanted to drown for him. 

His fist tightened on my hair and his love flooded my mouth. I swallowed the first two pulses, only to choke on the next two. Damn Fae. I pulled away and the excess dribbled down my chin. 

“Spit,” Nathaniel demanded, holding his hand under my chin to catch the mess.

I did as I was told, only to spite him, “Psycho,” I muttered the only thing I could say that wasn’t a lie while I ached for him. 

He gave a haughty smirk, “Stand up, and turn around.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll force you to.”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. Regardless, I stood, and pressed my hips to his so he could feel me. He wouldn’t do anything in public like this, I’d decided as I  taunted him. The best I could hope for was something quick with his hand… but maybe when we got back- 

Nathaniel hoisted me closer with his free hand, and turned me over the basin. To my surprise he pulled the back of my pants down and pressed what I’d spit in his hand, slowly into me with his fingers. I caught sight of my surprised expression in the mirror and flushed red when I saw him watching me. “I mean it,” he leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

I shivered, almost finishing right then. “You can’t-“ my voice broke when he pressed deeper, and I swallowed before continuing, “It’ll take too long, we’ll get caught-“

“Then I guess you should have locked the door,” he purred, kissing the back of my neck.

“Nn- Bastard…” I whimpered, holding onto the edge of the marble countertop so tight that my knuckles turned white.

His lips curved into a too pleased little smile that made my blood boil and my body throb. 

With my underwear around my ankles and my shirt half open, pushed up to my waist I might as well have been a cheap whore. He stepped on my pants, pinning them to the floor and restraining me in place with my legs open for him. I buried my face in the crook of my arm, and rocked my hips back for him. I was already dripping.

He took the invitation and filled me slowly. It hurt, in a masochistically pleasing way that sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine and through my abdomen. He allowed me a moment to pant through the duel sensation, and began to thrust in slow deep motions that made my fingers curl. “Please-“ I moaned, knowing full well he was playing with me. I wanted him to lose control. 

Nathaniel delayed, considering my request but making no mistake in the purpose of his actions, “Not until you lift your head. I want you to watch,” he said it in a matter of fact way. As if he’d just decided it, and knew he was going to get what he wanted.

“I can’t,” I murmured, feeling the embarrassment spread into my ears. He thrust harder as punishment and I shuddered, “Please- I can’t-”

I thought I might die of shame if I did, or need if I didn’t. 

He chuckled, and his fingers weaved through my hair. “Let me help you then~” he pulled my head back.

Our eyes met in the reflection and he began thrusting in earnest. Pushing me forward over the basin while I sighed syllables. Every moment spread tingles through my stomach and having him watch me like that, my face turned bright crimson. Sweat stuck hair to my temples and I burst over the countertop when he slammed too deep into me. 

“Good~” Nathaniel praised, his cheeks turning flush with enjoyment, but he wasn’t done with me. He turned my face back to kiss him and I obliged without complaint. 

His tongue traced my teeth and I whimpered involuntarily. Kissing him was something I could never grow tired of. His body was cool against and inside mine. Sweat made his muscles shine and when his control began to slip he exhaled small primal sounds with his breath. I watched him concentrate through the mirror, his beautiful features set with warmth and need. He wanted me. and I was more than willing. 

When he was close, his hand slipped from my hip to touch me, and I thrust into his fist without hesitation just to feel him around me. I finished for the second time in his hand, and gave a stifled cry when he pressed deeper. He exhaled pleasure and  his cool fluid filled me with a vibrating shudder that would have finished me for a third time if I had anything left to give. 

He moved off me while I struggled to catch my breath and cuddled me to him. I made the mistake of assuming he was being sweet until he pinched my cheeks and turned my face back toward the mirror. “This is what I get to see~” he purred in my ear.

I was flushed red, trembling, sweaty, and covered in slippery white fluids. “Your arrogance is going to turn into exhibitionism,” I muttered, as if I didn’t already know what he liked. 

Nathaniel smiled against the back of my neck and his hair tickled my throat, “It’s your fault, you’re the one who looks this good after…”

“Arrogant,” I repeated, reaching my hand back to hold a clump of his hair as I rested. I suppose this was my own fault… What did I expect dragging him into this bathroom?

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