Chapter 141 Cum On My Tongue
Lila's POV
Then Nathan decided he had other plans.
“Get up.” He said, pulling out of me. I looked and saw his thick cock slick with his cum and mine.
I stood up eagerly, ready to please him.
Not wanting this moment to ever end.
“I want you to lick this cum off my dick, then use the rest to touch yourself. And if I'm not satisfied, I'll do the work for you, with your hands tied and your legs spread wide open for me baby.” He said, a smug and hot expression on his face.
“What?” I stuttered out.
He raised a brow. “Oh? Can't decide. Let me do it for you then.
In one moment, Nathan had me on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide over his shoulders, his face buried between my thighs.
“I've been waiting for this fucking moment.” He growled against my aching clit and sent vibrations up my body.
Oh God. This man wanted to take my body
And I was ready to give him. In any way he wanted.
His tongue worked slow, filthy circles around my clit, then dipped lower to push inside me, tasting every bit of the mess he’d already left. I was shaking, fingers twisted in his hair, trying to stay quiet.
“Oh fuck. Yeah, just like that.”
Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand and the name flashed across my screen.
Mia
His sister was calling.
My best friend
My stomach dropped. Nathan lifted his head just enough to smirk, his lips shiny with my wetness.
“Answer it,” he whispered. “Be a good girl and talk to her while I eat this pussy.”
I stared at him, horrified and throbbing at the same time. He arched a brow, waiting.
I grabbed the phone. Swiped to answer and put it on speaker because my hands were shaking too hard to hold it to my ear.
“Lila? Hey, you okay? You’ve been MIA since the club last night. Get it, MIA. Because that's my name too.”
I swallowed. “H-hey… yeah. Just… waking up slow.”
Nathan’s tongue flicked my clit, sharp and deliberate. I jolted, turned the gasp into a yawn. “Hungover. You know how it is.”
Mia laughed. “Girl, same. I brought coffee and tacos. Your car’s still here. I thought you would have gone by now. And that you crashed on the couch or something. You upstairs?”
Nathan sucked my clit into his mouth. Hard. I bit my lip until it hurt. “Y-yeah… just… getting dressed. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“You sound weird. You sure you’re alone? Your voice is all breathy.”
Nathan pushed two fingers inside me, curled them against that spot, and kept licking me relentlessly.
“I’m fine,” I choked out. “Just… stretching. Yoga. You know.”
Mia snorted. “Yoga my ass. You’re probably still drunk. Hurry up, food’s getting cold.”
I ended the call before I moaned into the phone. Dropped it and grabbed Nathan’s hair harder. “You’re fucking evil.”
He grinned against me. “And you’re dripping. Come on my tongue. Quiet. We don’t want your best friend to know you're up here getting fucked by my tongue now, do we?”
And I came. Hard and fast, thighs clamping his head as the orgasm ripped through me silently. He licked me through every aftershock, groaning like he couldn’t get enough.
“Seems like you like that she could know you're up here, don't you?” He smirked then popped a nipple in his mouth.
I moaned. “Oh Nathan. Fuck yeah.”
Then footsteps on the stairs. Mia’s voice, closer. “Nathan? You up? I’m coming in if you don’t answer!”
Nahan’s eyes flashed. He yanked me off the bed, dragged me into the bathroom, and locked the door behind us. The shower was already running in a second, the steam almost foggy, water pounding loud enough to cover almost anything.
He pressed me against the sink, back to his chest. One hand clamped over my mouth. The other yanked my panties down to my thighs.
Mia knocked on the bedroom door. “Nathan? Seriously, if you’re alive in there, say something. I’m not cleaning up your dead body today.”
Nathan’s voice was steady, casual. “Yeah, showering. Be down in ten.”
Mia groaned. “Ugh, fine. But if you’ve got a girl in there, at least warn me next time. I don’t want to walk in on your nasty ass.”
She paused. “Wait… is that… moaning? Ew. Whatever. I’m out.”
Her footsteps retreated and the door closed.
Nathan didn’t wait. He bent me over the sink. Spread my legs with his knee. Lined himself up and pushed in, slow at first, then deep, filling me completely.
I whimpered behind his hand.
“Not a sound,” he growled low in my ear. “She thinks I’m alone. But I’m fucking you right here, balls deep in your tight little cunt while she’s downstairs.”
He started thrusting, slow and controlled, every slide making me clench around him.
“Oh yeah.” My eyes rolled back in my head.
The mirror showed everything from my flushed face, lips parted against his palm to my tits bouncing under his shirt, his arm banded around my waist holding me still.
“You love this, don’t you?” he whispered, voice rough. “Getting railed like a dirty little whore while your best friend is right outside. Bet you’d come even harder if she walked in and saw you taking my cock like this.”
I nodded frantically. Tears of pleasure pricked my eyes.
His hand slid down. Found my clit. Rubbed fast, tight circles in time with his thrusts. “That’s it. My filthy secret. My slut. Come for me again, quietly. Milk my dick while she thinks I’m just jerking off in the shower.”
The words hit like a spark. I shattered violently in silence. My thighs were trembling, body convulsing against the sink. He fucked me through it, shallow and deep, drawing it out until I was limp.
Then he sped up. Harder. Faster. The wet slap of skin barely masked by the water.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna mark this pussy as mine.”
He buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural sound, hot cum flooding me, making me whimper behind his hand.
We stayed like that, panting, connected, steam swirling around us.
You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured against my lips. “My dirty little secret.”
He kissed my shoulder. Pulled out slowly. Turned me around. Kissed me deep, letting me taste myself and him.
“She’s waiting downstairs,” he murmured. “G
o act normal. Eat tacos. Smile at her like nothing happened.”
I nodded, legs shaky.
He leaned in, voice dark. “But tonight, when she’s asleep, we’re doing this again. Louder. Harder. No more hiding.”
I smiled against his lips. Still dripping his cum. Still wrecked.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m not done being your dirty little secret.”