Hard to Resist (16 page)

His lips trail from the crook of my neck, to my chest, to my navel, then down to my pelvis. He reaches to yank my lacey white panties down and as soon as they’re off, his mouth seals around me. I inhale sharply, deeply as his tongue strokes the sweet flesh then dips down between the folds. Circling his tongue repetitively, I graze my fingers through his hair to encourage him to keep going. A finger slides into me, and he growls pleasurably as he pulls his mouth away.

“You’re tight, babe.” His husky voice is seriously going to cause me to explode. “I can fix that, though. You’re not a virgin, right?” he asks.

I shake my head heavily.

“And you’re on the pill, correct?”

“Yes,” I breathe impatiently. “Just fuck me already, Nolan!”

Nolan bites his lower lip while smirking. The head of him then pokes itself inside of me and I gasp because it’s been a long time since I’ve felt something like this. It feels extremely different. Nolan is bigger than Bryson. There’s a fuller feeling in my stomach and I actually love it. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks as he pushes in and out slowly. He glares down at me, keeping his hands hoisted around my waist. One of his hands reaches up to cup my breast but I pant as I stare into his eyes. His strokes are slow. He wants me to beg. “Say it again, babe. I know you want to.” He lowers himself to place his lips against my ear.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I breathe him in. His masculine body wash and cologne lingers in my nose before he pulls back to look into my eyes again. He continues his slow strokes and I groan because I don’t want to beg but I hate the fact that he’s going so slow. I want it rough. That’s what I’d pictured during my first time with Nolan. Rough sex. Not gentle love-making.

“I can do this for hours, Natalie,” he mumbles, his hips still thrusting forward and backward slowly. All of him isn’t inside of me, only half of it. I want to feel it all. “Say it,” he growls. “You’ve wanted this moment.
Say it
.”

And then, when I can no longer take his teasing or the way that his thumb is rubbing circles around me, I decide to let it go. “Nolan, please just fuck me. I need this,” I beg.

Nolan’s lips stretch to smile but that smile fades quickly as he picks me up from the counter without bothering to pull himself out of me. As he turns around swiftly, my back presses against the door and he begins to hammer himself against me, through me, all over me. His hips grind and he grunts while I scream, encouraging him to keep going. He cups my ass, steadies his legs, and the shift in position leaves me with no choice but to bounce on top of him.

“Fuck!” he growls against my neck.

The more that I bounce on top of him and the more that we keep going, the more that my climax is about to reach its exclusive brink. I try to get myself to control the orgasm that is about to explode all around him but I can’t. He’s going too hard, too fast, and he’s too damn good not to release. My juices flow and I spot a smile on his lips as I flinch, squirm, and wriggle while still bouncing. “Nolan!” I scream. Digging my nails into his back, I call his name a few more times. I grip onto him as I continue to bounce with him.

“Mmm. Glad I can make you this wet, babe,” he says against my ear. Even while he speaks, I’m still exploding. I quake in his arms, feeling feeble but I don’t want this moment to end. Nolan picks up the speed and continues to pound into me as he turns around and places my back on the counter. His thumb rubs circles around me and my legs shake around him but he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, Natalie!” He grunts again as he continues to bury himself within me. I groan, he groans. His thumb doesn’t stop working its magic against me and that only causes me to continue with passion-filled screeches.

“This. Is. Mine,” he grunts through his teeth with every stroke. I tighten around him even more as I nod. “All. Mine. From. Now. On.” He pushes harder and we continue to pant heavily, grunt heavily, groan and moan in each other’s ears until Nolan finally pulls back to drive himself harder and stare into my eyes.

I can feel it coming. The build-up again. I can feel the climax getting ready to implode and I can see his coming from a mile away. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he tries his best to keep himself going but after only a few seconds, his eyes head falls back, he lifts my hips up, cups my ass, and a loud growl erupts from the heart of his throat. I yelp and scream from both excitement and the pleasurable orgasm that has just drenched the entire length of him.

“Oh, shit this feels so fucking good, Natalie! Fuck!” he yells, driving himself into me two more times before finally dropping my hips and falling against my chest. I feel the heat of his release splurging throughout my entire body but it’s actually satisfying. We breathe heavily as our chests sink and rise. That was un-fucking-believable. I knew he was going to be worth all of the sexual frustration that he had put me through.

Nolan sits himself up to pull out of me then he stares into my eyes. I stare back into his as he runs a warm hand against my forehead and then my cheek. “You were like a pro,” he says then chuckles.

I giggle then reach up to peck his lips. “I could say the same thing about you.”

He laughs before wiping the sweat from his forehead. “As much as I wanted to wait for sex, I’ve been craving to fuck you since the day that I met you. I could only hold off for so long.” He then presses his lips against mine and if he hadn’t gone so soft, I would tell him to bang me again. But I don’t.

Instead, I prop myself up on my elbows. “Now that I know you’re not gay, maybe we should get dressed and get to the lounge before it gets too crowded.”

“Great idea,” he agrees as he steps back to let me hop down from the counter. “But the next time that you call me
gay
or anything related to it,” he growls, pulling me in by the waist. My back presses against his chest as he pulls my hair back to place his lips against my ear. My ears blaze and as he reaches a hand around me to cup my entire womanhood, I melt in his arms. He slides a finger in and I groan heavily as my body tightens once again.
How in the hell can he do this to me?
“I’ll be sure that I tease you until you can’t stand it—until you want nothing but
me
inside of
you
. It was fun watching you wriggle just to get me to go deeper.”

I can hear the tempting smile in his voice but I can also feel the heat that is gushing down to my sweet spot again. He pulls his hand away then makes a loud sucking noise. I turn around quickly, only to spot the finger that he had slid inside of me now in his mouth and sucking away. He looks me over with a heart-melting smirk before reaching for his jeans. Goodness, he truly is something amazing.

Chapter Seventeen

Thirty minutes after combing my hair, applying some mascara and lip gloss, and straightening myself up, Nolan and I were finally at lounge Haven. And Brittany wasn’t lying when she’d said that a lot of people were coming tonight. The parking lot is packed with cars. It takes Nolan almost ten minutes before he finally decides to park across the street at McDonalds.

Suddenly, I feel nervous. I’m not sure why I do. Maybe it’s because I know that I’ll have to stand on the stage one day and read my poem to the entire crowd—well I don’t have to, but I want to. I want to conquer my fears and let others hear what I have to say. I spend so much time to myself writing that I don’t even realize that I love it so much. But I can’t imagine how it is to have all of those eyes that are inside staring at me, especially by the amount of cars that are parked out here.

As soon as Nolan swings the door of the lounge open, the sound of clapping floods my ears. I turn to look towards the stage and spot a young man with dark-brown eyes and dark, unruly hair. By the way he is dressed in his loose jeans and tight blue T-shirt with two graphic fingers holding up the peace sign, I would assume that he is a hippy. By the way that his eyes are hooded and how lazy his smile is, I definitely would put him in that category. The guy is completely stoned.

“I, uh, just want to dedicate this song to the girl of my dreams. She’s helped me come from a long way down.” He reaches to scratch at his eyebrow piercing before scanning the crowd. “Her name’s Brittany. I love her and . . . uh . . . yeah. This is for her.” As he leans back from the microphone to pick his guitar up, I twist my head to find Brittany. I spot her in the middle of the room at a four top table. She’s smiling heavily as she stares ahead at the guy on stage. That must be Jordan, her boyfriend.

“This way,” I say as I grab Nolan’s hand and drag him through the crowded tables. Jordan begins to strum his guitar, clears his throat, and his melody begins to play softly. Nolan and I reach the table and Brittany turns to look at me quickly, her wide eyes now glistening.

“Oh, Natalie! I swear I thought you weren’t going to show up!” she says then turns to look ahead again. Man, she can’t keep her eyes off of him.

“We got a little caught up,” I say while sitting in the chair beside her. Nolan sits in the chair to my right and immediately looks ahead at Jordan. I turn with them both, realizing that conversation isn’t needed because Jordan has a beautiful voice and a lovely melody going on right now.

“
If the wind were to take me away
,” he sings.

That would only leave her heart astray
.

I would fly to be by her side

And if I die, at least she knows I tried

I would use all of me

Just to see how happy she’d be

I would fight ‘til the break of dawn

I would try to carry on

If a storm comes

I’ll be standing in the rain

If a storm comes

I’ll just be a call away

I wouldn’t give up

I wouldn’t let you fall

Cause I have your heart

And I’ve kept it from the start

If a storm comes

I’ll be standing in the rain

If a storm comes

I’ll just be a call away

I wouldn’t give up

I wouldn’t let you fall

Cause I have your heart

And I’ve kept it from the start

If a storm comes

I’ll be standing in the rain

If a storm comes

I’ll just be a call away, babe

Jordan does his last slow strum on his cherry red acoustic guitar and my immediate reaction is to stand and clap. Nolan does the same and Brittany stands, her face now wet from tears as she cheers and whistles. The other guests of the lounge cheer and hoot as well and a group of guys in the corner chant Jordan’s name.

“Thank you!” Jordan says with a toothy grin as he leans into the microphone. “Thank you, guys. It was all for Brittany. I love you, Brittany!”

“I love you, too!” Brittany wails as she wipes her face. Jordan steps down from the stage just as a young woman is stepping up. I watch as he carries himself through the crowd and at first sight, Jordan doesn’t seem like much but as he gets closer, I can see why Brittany is so in love with him.