Chapter 61 Sleeping with Natte again
I’m going to go to the bathroom to sort myself out and come back out and focus all my attention on telling everything to Natte and everyone involved that I have a boyfriend. He only shows up at night. I did a blunder to lie to each of them, just like they deserve to know everything.
“I’m fine, baby, honestly.” I touch his face with my hand. “I just think maybe all this travelling with the hectic week has finally caught up with me. I’m not used to it.” I try to perfect my fake boyfriend thesis since Steve is still around.
I feel sick at his kind words. I’m the lowest of the low. How could I lie to this wonderful man?
Because you love Natte.
I push the thought to the back of my mind.
He kisses my hand, then releases it and turns back to Steve, resuming their conversation.
I cross the huge room on unsteady legs, feeling like they might give out on me any moment now. Forcing a calm I don’t own, I hold my head up high and carry on forward.
I see Terry is still at the bar with Dennis, she's deep in conversation. Catching her eye, I give her a mini thumbs up. She grins happily at me.
I enter the washroom and when I'm done and looking at myself I hear the door opening.
As I turn, surprised, I see it’s Natte.
He locks the door behind him and leans back against it. His eyes look like they are on fire.
Something in my stomach drops, then coils lower. My legs start to tremble.
Then my whole body catches up with my legs, and the tremble runs from my head back down to my toes, tightening me up in those special places. The places only Natte can somehow magically touch with one single look alone.
“What are you doing here?” I say, going with my anger. “Someone might have seen you come in.”
“No one saw me.” He sounds confident, assured. Like always.
“Great performance tonight boss, really Natte? Why not just spell it out to the whole world,” I bite.
He shrugs, grinning.
“What do you want?” I ask, rattled by his calm demeanour.
He doesn't give me an answer for a few seconds. “I want you, Shia.” He leans down kissing me.
“Natte, no … not here, not now. Someone could come.”
“Devi’s outside the door and it’s locked. No one will bother us.”
So Devi knows I’m sleeping with Natte. Brilliant.
I’m begging because I don’t know if I have the ability to say no to him. I haven’t so far.
When I see he’s got no intention of listening to my pleas, I start to back up and quickly find myself up against the sinks, with nowhere left to go.
He follows and pushes his hard body onto me.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispers intensely, his eyes already completely fixed on mine.
The exhilaration of being in here with him, him taking control like this, is doing crazy things to me.
He pushes hard against my hand and I’m weakened to stop him, and truthfully I don’t want to.
So when he grabs hold of my hair, fisting his hand into it, and crushes his mouth to mine, I don’t stop him.
What is it about him that makes me lose all reason and sense? What is it about Natte Johnson that turns me into a person I don’t want to be, don’t even like at times, yet makes me feel so completely and utterly alive like I’ve never before known.
His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me his. I wind my fingers into his hair.
He tastes of sweat and whiskey and cigarettes … everything Natte.
With his hands cupped around my backside, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the sink. I wrap my legs around his, holding him to me.
“I want you so bad,” he groans into my mouth.
My hands go under his T-shirt. He stops kissing me, and pulls it off over his head.
I drink him in. All I want is him. I don’t care about anything else right now but having Natte.
He grabs my hair again, pulling my head back, looking into my eyes. “Tell me you want me.” His tone is commanding, possessive.
“I want you,” I breathe, my voice trembling.
He grins, then covers my mouth with his, pushing his hips firmly against me.
He’s hard already. The feel of him, like this, sends waves of intense sensation rushing through my body.
Natte drags his hand from my hair, down over my breast. He breaks from kissing me to pull my cami off over my head, leaving me in my bra. That’s gone a few seconds later.
He bends, putting his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard.
I groan at the feeling. I reach forward and undo his jeans, freeing him. I wrap my hand around him, working him up further. He's always huge, and I can't seem to get enough of him, Denis and Sam were right when they said he's got a cobra, it's as big as pine's.
He moans over my skin, moving his mouth to my other breast, kissing every part.
Natte grabs hold of my thigh, lifting my leg to the side, his hand moves to my skirt. He drives it up, then his hand continues higher, his mouth clamped on mine, kissing me harder and harder.
My legs are still trembling from the lust and the danger of it all. Anyone could catch us in here.
Natte hooks his fingers under my panties and pushes his finger inside me, then without hesitation, he instantly adds another.
I arch my back, pushing into his hand, my head falling back.
“Ahh,” I moan, as his fingers move inside me.
In this moment, I’m his completely, whatever he wants me to do, I will.
“I want you now,” he growls.
“Yes, now.”
Then before I realise, he’s tearing my panties in two, putting a condom on, and pushing himself inside me.
I’m so accustomed to his size, that when he slides his hand under my thigh, pulling me closer, lifting my leg higher, hooking it on his hip, giving him full access, I move willingly.
“Oh God, Natte,” I moan.
“That’s it baby,” he breathes, briefly closing his eyes. “Feel me inside you. I’m hard like this for you only.”
I curl my fingers around the edge of the sink, holding on as Natte takes me here on it.
“I need you,” he groans into my ear. “I fuckin’ need you so much.”
I hold my legs tighter around him, bringing him even deeper inside me.
And I realise in this exact moment just how much I love this man. Completely.
I’m addicted to him. And he’s an addiction I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give up.
He’s grabbing at my flesh, driving into me, making love to me, and I’m so turned on, so close to coming, that when he groans, “Come for me, baby,” I instantly do.
He follows, and we climax together.
I’m all sensation as Natte kisses me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth, my body tightening all around him.
For a long few seconds, we stay locked together, Natte’s arms around me.
Then I come down from my Natte high with a hard bang.
Will. Pine.
What have I done?
I push him aside, sliding down off the sink on to my wobbly legs. I retrieve my bra and cami off the floor, quickly putting them on, seeing my torn panties on the floor.
Fuck!
How the hell am I going to walk without underwear?
Angry with Natte, I pick them up off the floor and throw them at him.
He catches them, holding them up in his hand, he stares at me.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I hiss. “Ripping my panties off – Jesus Christ, Natte! What the hell am I going to tell Will?”
He removes his condom, binning it, zips his pants up, bends down and retrieves his T-shirt pulling it back on. Then he stares back at me with narrowed eyes.
“What was I thinking? I was thinking about wanting you. I don’t really give a shit what you tell your Will.”
“Jesus Christ!” I repeat, putting my hands to my head, trying to sort through my tangled thoughts.
“No, it’ll be okay, I’ll just tell Will that I came out without any panties on. Not that I’ve ever done it in the past, but I can make out it as a sexy thing for him don’t you think Natte?”
The very thought makes me feel sick.