Twin Babies for my Pucking Defenders (Chicago Icebreakers #2)

18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Jade

I freeze, staring at him, my heart racing. “Is this weird?” I ask softly, needing to hear his answer.

“No,” he says, his voice rough. “Not for me.”

I blink. “I was just with Carter.”

Nate stands suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. He walks toward me, his movements slow, deliberate. Then he grabs my hand, pulling it up to press against the front of his jeans. My palm hits the hardness there, and my breath catches in my throat.

“I’ve been hard since I saw you and Carter together,” he growls. “If it’s weird for you, I get it. But I like you, Jade. Fuck, I dream about you.”

I gasp, my pulse hammering in my ears. “You…you do?”

“Yes.” His voice is low, and he groans as I instinctively press the heel of my palm harder against him.

He leans closer, his lips brushing the edge of my ear as he speaks. “You need to make a decision. Because I’ve got no fucking problem laying you on this table and fucking you right now.”

A shudder runs through me. I’m shaking as I stand, my fork clattering onto the plate. The steak is forgotten. My legs feel weak as I step closer to him. My lips brush against his jaw, and I can’t stop the soft whimper that slips out.

“I like you too,” I whisper, my breath hot against his skin.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. I moan as his body presses into mine, hard and unyielding. The heat between us is undeniable now, searing. I grind my hips against him, desperate for more.

“Did Carter make you come?” Nate’s voice is low, dark, dripping with possession.

“Yes,” I moan, gasping as his grip tightens on me.

“Think you can come again?” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling, but there’s no hesitation. I need him. Right here, right now.

Nate growls, his hand sliding up my back, pulling me closer as his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is desperate, hungry, and it steals the breath from my lungs.

I moan into his mouth, and it turns messy fast. His tongue licks into my mouth, and then lower. He pulls back just enough to trail down to my neck, finding the bite marks Carter left earlier.

He growls against my skin, lapping over each mark like he’s erasing them, owning them, owning me. My nails dig into his shoulders as he bites down, sending a wave of sharp pleasure shooting through me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, gripping onto him harder. His mouth is relentless, hot, and wet as he kisses, licks, bites. The heat between my legs is almost unbearable, my panties soaked through. I grind against him, desperate, needing more.

Nate pulls back, eyes dark as he stares down at me, breath ragged. “You taste so fucking good.”

I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. My body is on fire, and he hasn’t even touched me properly yet.

He moves so fast, one hand slipping beneath my shirt, pulling it over my head, while the other fumbles with my skirt. I’m half-naked before I realize what’s happening. My skirt drops to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.

Nate groans as he takes me in. “Goddamn, Jade.”

His hands are on me again, rough and urgent as he cups my breasts, squeezing, thumbing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. I whimper, arching into him.

He dips his head, teeth grazing my collarbone, kissing his way down, licking and nipping at every inch of skin. His lips trail lower, over the tops of my breasts, and then he yanks my bra down, his mouth closing over one nipple. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks, hard.

“Nate,” I moan, pressing myself against him, grinding my hips against his thigh. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans, his erection straining against the fabric.

“I need you,” I pant, tugging at his shirt, yanking it off.

He doesn’t hesitate, stripping off his clothes faster than I can blink, leaving him bare in front of me. And holy shit. I knew he had a great body, but seeing him like this…fuck. My mouth goes dry.

“You’re staring,” he says, his voice rough.

“You’re hot,” I counter, my voice shaky.

His lips quirk into a smirk. “You’re fucking mine tonight.”

Before I can even respond, he’s lifting me onto the counter, spreading my legs. His fingers hook into the sides of my panties, yanking them down. The cool air hits my bare skin, and I shiver, but it’s quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth on me.

I cry out as he licks a slow, deliberate path up my slit, his tongue swirling around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My legs tremble, my hands gripping the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles turn white.

“Fuck, Nate!”

His tongue works me over, alternating between slow, teasing licks and fast, desperate flicks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, and it’s too much. I can’t handle it. My body’s shaking, hips bucking against his face as I get closer and closer.

“Don’t stop, please,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper.

He doesn’t. He grips my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue pushes me over the edge. I come hard, thighs clamping around his head, my entire body trembling.

I barely have time to catch my breath before Nate’s standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on mine. He grabs my hand, pulling me off the counter, and I stumble into his chest.

“Bedroom,” he growls.

I don’t argue. I can barely walk, but he’s already scooping me up, carrying me down the hall like I weigh nothing. His mouth is on mine again before we even reach the door, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me.

He kicks the door open, laying me down on the bed. He’s on top of me in seconds, pinning me beneath him, his lips brushing my ear.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispers, his voice rough.

My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding in my ears. I reach down, wrapping my hand around his cock, and he groans, bucking into my palm.

“Fuck, Jade.”

I stroke him slowly, teasing, watching as his eyes flutter shut, his body trembling above me. But it’s not enough. I want him inside me. I need him inside me.

“Nate, please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pulls back, reaching into the nightstand drawer. I watch as he rips open the condom, sliding it on before positioning himself between my legs.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod, unable to form words. I’m so fucking ready.

He pushes inside me slowly, stretching me, filling me. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I moan, arching my back, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He moves slowly at first, each thrust measured, controlled, but it doesn’t last. I can feel him losing control, his pace quickening, his movements becoming more erratic.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan, my head falling back against the pillows.

Nate’s hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me, harder, faster. I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building in my core, and I know I’m going to come again.

“Nate, I’m…”

“Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding.

And I do. I come hard, my body shaking beneath him, my nails digging into his back. He follows right after, groaning as he thrusts into me one last time, his body tensing before he collapses on top of me.

We lay there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Nate rolls off me, pulling me into his arms, his lips brushing against my forehead.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” I finish, my voice breathless.

He chuckles, pulling me tighter against him. “I’ve been dreaming of this for a while, you know.”

“Yeah?” I ask, turning to look at him.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice soft. “Ever since you walked into my house that first time. I knew I wanted you.”

I smile, leaning up to kiss him softly. “You’ve got me now.”

But I’m not done with him. Not yet.

“Shower?” I suggest, my voice teasing.

His eyes darken. “You trying to kill me, Jade?”

I laugh, pulling him out of bed and toward the bathroom. The second we’re under the hot water, his hands are on me again, pulling me against him. And just like that, we’re lost in each other again, all soft moans and desperate touches.

By the time we collapse back into bed, I’m wrecked. My body’s sore, my pussy swollen, and I don’t know how I’m going to walk tomorrow.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to move tomorrow,” I groan, burying my face in the pillow.

Nate laughs, pulling me into his arms. “Then don’t. Stay the night.”

I smile against his chest, my eyes already closing. “I think I’ll do just that.”