Fifth Avenue Devil

Chapter 26

Twenty-Six

Nate

K issing Annalise feels as vital and important as breathing. I grip her hair and tug her head back, running my lips down the column of her throat. So many ideas are running through my head for things I want to do to her. Choosing one is a daunting task.

I want her in every conceivable position known to man.

As I nibble at her collarbone, Annalise digs her hands in my hair. She murmurs, “Teach me something, Nate.”

“Oh? Ready for another lesson?” I ask, my cock hardening.

She looks at me with half-lidded eyes and nods solemnly. “I’m your willing student. Do whatever you want with me.”

God, Annalise knows how to make a thrill run through my blood.

"First things first." I close the distance between us, my hand resting possessively on the small of her back. “Do you have any lollipops?”

She laughs. “No. Why?”

“I need one for what I’m about to teach you.”

“Umm…” She turns her head, looking back toward the kitchen, her brow furrowing. “I have a pack of popsicles. Will that work?”

The idea of Annalise licking a popsicle does wicked things to me.

“Perfect. Stay right here.” I settle her on the bed.

I walk to the kitchen. Sure enough, there is a pack of high-end popsicles in her freezer. They’re long and thin and will work perfectly for what I have in mind. I select the red color – it’s flavor is probably cherry or strawberry.

My lips curl into a satisfied smile as I open the packaging. Carrying it into the bedroom and seeing Annalise waiting for me on her snow-white bed does something to me. I can't help but smirk as I watch Annalise's eyes widen as I sit down beside her with the popsicle in my hand.

Her cheeks flush a delicious shade of pink. She tilts her head inquisitively. I know she's wondering what I have planned for our little lesson.

"Here," I say, handing her the popsicle. "I’m going to teach you how to suck my dick. This popsicle will be your prop."

"That’s a creative use of what I have lying around.” Annalise hesitantly takes the popsicle from me. Her fingers brush against mine. I bite my lip as a jolt of electricity rushes through my body.

I touch her chin with a finger and stare into her eyes.

"First, you need to get on your knees," I instruct. The power dynamics at play are crucial here. I want Annalise to understand that, at this moment, she's submitting to me.

The fact that she’s usually so hard-headed only makes it that much more thrilling.

She narrows her eyes at me, clearly not thrilled about being told what to do. But to my delight, she complies without complaint. She hops off the bed and sinks to her knees. She grips the popsicle in one hand, awaiting my instruction.

"That’s a good girl," I praise her. I run my hand over her hair, caressing her. "Now, I want you to treat this popsicle like it's my cock. Show me how you will make me feel good, Kitten."

It's as if a switch flips inside her. Gone is the hesitant, uncertain young woman from moments ago. An eager, seductive vixen replaces her. Annalise gazes up at me with those bright hazel eyes and perfect, pouty lips. My cock twitches in response.

Ever so slowly, Annalise brings the popsicle to her lips. She parts them ever so slightly before taking the tip into her mouth. She begins to lick and suck on it, her tongue swirling around the tip before venturing further down the stick.

"Fuck," I groan. The sight of her sucking on the popsicle as if it were my cock drives me wild. The way her lips wrap around it, the way her cheeks hollow, the sucking sounds she makes. It’s almost too much for me.

She must sense my arousal, for she glances up at me with a wicked grin. She never breaks eye contact.

"Keep going," I order, my voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking hot, Kitten. And I’m the only one who gets to touch you. Fuck , I’m lucky.”

Annalise’s eyes shine with pleasure as she guides her tongue down the side of the popsicle.

"Keep your eyes on mine," I instruct. I lean in closer. "Swirl your tongue around the tip like this." I demonstrate with my finger and make sure she's paying close attention. When she shifts and changes her tongue movement to match my request, I groan. "That's it, just like that. And don't forget to use your hand around the base. Keep a firm grip, but let it slide easily along the length. Yes, just like that."

After watching Annalise work the popsicle in and out of her mouth, I can’t wait another second.

"Ready for the real thing?" I ask her, my gray eyes probing her blue ones. She pauses and swallows, then she nods.

“ Fuck , Kitten. You’re making me so damn hard.”

With a wicked grin, I put the popsicle aside and slowly unzip my pants. I push my pants down and free my cock. Her breath catches in her throat when she looks at it.

“Eyes on me,” I murmur. Annalise blinks and then trains her gaze on my face. She’s fully submitting to the power dynamics. It’s incredibly erotic.

"Just relax, Kitten. Remember what I taught you." My heart races as I anticipate how good her hands and mouth will feel. I bury my hands in Annalise's blonde curls. Her eyes lock onto mine. “Show me what a good student you are.”

Annalise fists my cock. Her full lips part as she takes me in. I let out a low groan, feeling the heat rise between us. "Use your tongue like I showed you, swirling it around... just like that."

She does as I request, but adds a little twist. While her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, she moans quietly. The vibrations emanating from her throat shoot arrows of pleasure into my bloodstream. My toes curl.

"God, you're so incredibly sexy," I murmur. Annalise’s eyes sparkle. She likes me talking dirty to her as I watch her attentively follow my instructions. The sight of her on her knees before me is intoxicating. The urge to take over and thrust into her mouth is overwhelming. But I know that would be too must, too fast.

I have to take it slow. Annalise has to enjoy this too, otherwise the likelihood of getting head in the future is slim. My hand tightens in her hair, urging her on.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now, Annalise."

Her cheeks flush with the praise. But she knows what she’s doing now. She doesn't break eye contact with me. I can feel my control slipping away. The intensity of her magical mouth sends shivers down my spine.

"Keep going, just like that," I encourage. Looking at my girl on her knees before me, I know that my arousal is only heightened by her submissiveness. "Only I get to see this side of you, Annalise. Only I get to fuck your mouth."

I lose myself in the moment, allowing the pleasure to wash over me. Annalise’s hot mouth and talented tongue crumble my cool fa?ade. Unable to maintain my composure any longer, I come in her mouth, my fingers gripping her hair tightly. She milks my cock for all it’s worth, her mouth sucking and slurping as I shoot long jets into her throat.

Fuck. Fuck! God, she’s so perfect.

With shaking hands, I gently withdraw, my cock sensitive to touch. To my surprise, Annalise instinctively licks the tip of my cock, cleaning the come from my body. It's clear she's willing to do whatever it takes to please me.

The thought sends another wave of desire coursing through my veins. I need to show her that a performance like that gets rewarded .

"Annalise.” I pull her to her feet, kissing her. “You have no idea how fucking good that was."

“Did I do it right?” she asks. I can see the excitement and satisfaction in her expression, mixed with a hint of vulnerability that makes her even more alluring.

"Come here," I growl, grabbing her waist and hoisting her up effortlessly.

She gasps in surprise, her legs wrapping around me instinctively. I stride toward the glass wall of the penthouse, the city lights sparkling below us like diamonds. Pinning her against the cool surface, I can feel her shiver beneath my touch.

My hand slips under the hem of her skirt. I bunch it up around her hips. Her breath hitches in anticipation.

“You like when I touch you, don’t you?” I smirk at the growing need in her eyes. I kiss her neck.

"Please, Nate," she whispers, her voice desperate and needy. It only fuels my desire for her.

"Patience, Kitten.” I lower myself to my knees before her, keeping her pressed tightly against the glass. The power dynamics between us shift, yet there is no doubt who remains in control.

I start by pressing soft kisses on her inner thighs, licking and sucking at her sensitive skin. With each teasing touch, I can feel her body trembling. A moan escapes her lips, urging me on. Her fingers curl as they press into the glass behind her, desperate for something to grip.

"God, Nate,” she whispers. “Don't tease me.”

"Trust me, Annalise, I'm going to make you come," I reply. My hot breath ghosts over her clit. She writhes against my hands where they grip her legs.

A trickle of need sluices from her opening, taunting me. I kiss her clit and her muscles tense, her body releasing another wave of her juices.

I lavish my attention on her clit, licking and sucking it, swirling my tongue around it in tight circles. Annalise lets out a desperate cry, her hips bucking against my face. She’s already so far gone. It makes me insane. The taste of her desire is so sweet and intoxicating.

A second later, Annalise’s inner muscles tighten. She shatters, convulsing and crying out my name. Watching her come, knowing that I made her orgasm, is deeply fulfilling.

"Such a needy little Kitten, aren't you?" I tease as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking at her flushed face.

She stammers, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. She's never experienced anything like this before. I’m the one introducing her to these forbidden pleasures. I let her ass slide down the glass and then help her to her feet.

"God. Shut up," she mutters, avoiding my gaze. The vulnerability in her voice only serves to make me want her more.

"Or what?" I challenge. I press her back against the glass window with my body. "You'll call that matchmaker of yours?"

"Leave Scarlet out of this. She's just doing her job."

"Her job," I chuckle. "To pair you up with some pompous old-money fool who won't come close to satisfying you the way I can." My fingers trail along her thigh, a reminder of the pleasure we've shared. "You don't need a matchmaker, Annalise. Not when you're being fucked by a sex god."

"Is that what you think you are? A sex god? You're an arrogant asshole, Nate Fordham."

"An arrogant asshole who made you scream his name," I remind her, smirking. "And I'd wager that no one else has ever done that before."

"Stop it," she hisses, pushing me away. "This doesn't mean anything, Nate. It's just sex."

"Is it, though?" I ask, my voice soft but insistent. "Because for someone who claims this is 'just sex,' you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit."

"Maybe I am. But that doesn't change the fact that we're not good for each other, Nate."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Who says we have to be? Maybe we're just what the other needs right now. So why don't we just focus on what feels good?"

Annalise is quiet for a beat.

"I don’t intend to let Scarlet set me up. Right now, I have… whatever this is between us. That’s all I can handle.”

"Are you admitting that you're falling in love with me?"

"It's not like that," she retorts. She straightens her skirt and steps away from me, frowning. "I'm just saying that maybe there's more to life than the perfect pedigree and the right connections. There's something to be said for passion and chemistry."

"Is that what we have, Annalise? Chemistry?"

"You know damn well what I mean. I don't have feelings for you, Nate. This is just... convenient."

I touch her cheek. "Is that all I am to you, Annalise? A convenient distraction?"

"Maybe," she says softly. "Is that not what you want?”

Her question makes my stomach flip flop. Instead of answering, I kiss her lips, kissing her so thoroughly that we’re both left breathless at the end.

But her question still plays in my mind. What do I want out of this relationship? I don’t know, and that disturbs me.